coughs maybe uh weepingclown forced kissing,,,
and to make it not a 1 person post how about evelyn and ada as well !! (know you like them have fun)
Ohhhh but of course wonderful oomf!!! :3 heheh
I hope i characterized them well enough. Sometimes ita hard to think of "general headcanon" vc a prompt of how they would act... anyways I hope this is still enjoyable!
Joker yearns from afar. He doesn't know how to approach, not quite having the confidence yet. He'll watch you sleep, giving you small quick kisses on the cheek, nose, and forehead while you’re blissfully unaware. Eventually he can't just watch anymore, his interactions with you while you sleep aren't enough. Any perceived rejection or resistance and Joker's overpowering you, apologizing but fervently telling you how much he loves you, he just wants you to love him back- can't you love him back?! Soon enough he's kissing you against your will. It's pure bliss for the briefest moment before he pulls away. Joker would be hurt if you turn your face away before he can deepen the kiss, enough that he may knock you out one way or another. You can't reject his affections when you’re unconscious, he knows that for a fact.
Evelyn is a bit overconfident, practically dragging you around by an imaginary leash once she's become interested in you. She already thinks you owe her your affections, finding some way to lure you in, you should be grateful for her attention really. Evelyn demands all kinds of kisses from you, her hands, up her arms, to her neck and chest- once you get to her lips she can be rather selfish. It's hard to please a woman like her, sometimes you think she likes to watch you struggle, but Evelyn is very doting when in an affectionate mood. She begins dominating the kiss when your meek pecks aren't enough to satiate her desires. Don't worry, she'll show you exactly what she wants from you.
You've seen how Ada is with Emil, overly affectionate and doting, yet always keeping an almost professional short leash. She's possessive, if a bit controlling, when she worms her way into your life. Honestly she moves fast, so touchy, leaning you against her lap or chest the same way you've seen her do to Emil- It's borderline patronizing how she treats you but, for some reason, you never really mind. Ada can almost coax you into anything. It never feels like things move too fast… you never feel pressured when Ada leans in close, lips grazing yours and hand cupping your cheek when you try to turn away. It never feels forced, yet you dont remember asking for this relationship either...
CW: Abuse (physical and psychological), Blackmail, Drug use, Forced drug use, Non-Consentual touching, Mentions of gambling, Mentions of guns
I... really like mean women... <3 is this Dead Dove territory? Maybe, I dont know.
Also soft launching the fact that, I do write for IDV ladies as well! I really thought my first post would be for Ada because she's my favorite but I was very inspired by friends talking so Evelyn gets first stage. Enjoy!
You don't remember when exactly it was that Evelyn came into your life, though once she did it was impossible to escape the web she ensnared you in. After falling into a sudden dangerous debt, she stepped in, like a heaven sent angel to save you… but now you know that was her game all along, she dealt the cards to put you in that debt, and played them to drag you out.
Then came favors, you owed her after all… first small errands you were more than happy to help with, but she didn’t stop there. Evelyn quickly felt entitled to your existence and the moment there was even a thought of denying her was when it all came crashing down.
You don't know how, but she knew everything about you, from common knowledge to things you never wanted anyone to know about, digging deep into your past. Every little thing was held over your head, and as if that wasn't enough, she asked more of you.
Running Evelyn's errands only dug you deeper into trouble that only she could drag you out of, for the price of more loyalty and service… Even if you managed to pay off the debt you owed Evelyn, the amount of blackmail she had would ruin you no matter where you fled to.
Over time Evelyn began to show her true colors, condescending and sadistic, she began to treat you less like a person and more like property, like a pet. She ordered you about, sneering when questioned, reminding you gently of what you owed.
You tried to keep a semblance of dignity, but Evelyn likes her pets weak and groveling. For the first time she strikes you, back handing you harshly. Taken by surprise you fall back, holding your cheek and staring up at her wide eyed.
When you gather yourself, murmuring a weak apology and trying to stand as you cup your sore cheek, the end of her cane jabs into your chest making you wince and fall back harshly. Evelyn towers over you, looking down at you with such contempt your body goes rigid… for the last time you truly defy her.
Though, being obedient didn't save you from her cruelty. Since that day Evelyn felt no need to pretend anymore, openly getting physical with you when she was frustrated. The number of times her gun has been pressed to different parts of your body, you couldn't count…
Evelyn isn't always awful of course, there's moments when she treats you sweetly, it makes you want to cling to her, but then it was all the more rattling when she reverted back to taking out her emotions on you.
On this night you felt anxious, Evelyn had a small gathering, unknown faces playing some card game you'd never bother to learn. She woke you that day, fingers tracing your face as she explained the importance of keeping up her appearance, her status…
Like her obedient dog, you’ve spent the night fetching her drinks, lighting her cigarettes- hell if she demands you be her ash tray, you have no choice but to grit your teeth and hold out your hands palms up.
They were discussing deals as they played, things you didn't understand, Evelyn liked to keep you oblivious to things that didn't concern you. It was easier to disengage from it all until she called on you, not focusing on the game or the discussion, hoping the night would end early.
Startled by her touch, you’re broken from her thoughts when Evelyn’s hand trails down to your lower back.
She crooks her finger at you, and obediently you lean down so she can speak to you. You can't help a shiver when her breath fans over your ear as she whispers, perfume and cigarette smoke a heavy scent lingering around her,
“Darling,” Evelyn all but purrs, nails grazing the underside of your chin. You know this tone, and an anxious pit forms in your stomach, “how about you cut mama a line, hm?”
You hate handling her drugs, and for a second you consider that's why she has you do it. Staring down at the tray as you carry it into the room, surprised to see it cleared out,
“It seems our guests left early, isn’t that nice?” you let out a breath as you set the tray on a table beside her, nodding in answer… the room felt too big now that it was just the two of you.
Even with the company gone, Evelyn still expects service from you. Your hands shake as you chop up the flaky powder, occasionally glancing at her unsure of when to stop.
Doing your best to neaten the pile into rows, you’re startled when her hands reach out to yours, gently pulling your own away. You let out another breath, and she pets your hair as a form of praise.
There's one big sniff followed by some smaller ones as Evelyn sits up, then a content sigh before you are willing to peek at her, flexing her hands and leaning back in her chair. Her gaze lands on you, pupils blown large like a cat about to pounce.
“Look at you, sweet thing… always so obedient for me,” she pauses, cupping your face with both hands, leading your head down so you’re forced to kneel between her legs. Evelyn’s attention makes you nervous, “I think you deserve a reward, you want to try some baby?” she asks with a tilt of her head, thumb rubbing against your bottom lip.
The question makes your blood run cold, your upward gaze breaking away from hers, and instantly she tries to turn your face to correct it.
“Evelyn I-” she cuts you off,
“Don’t get shy now,” fingers graze the side of your face, up into your hairline, “it’ll be fun~”
Biting your lip, you hesitate to speak,
“I… don't want to, Evelyn-”
Instantly her grip tightens, brows furrowing a fraction. You catch on quickly. It wasn't a suggestion, it wasn't an offer, it was a polite demand. Evelyn wants you to perform for her and she expects you to oblige.
“Baby, I was just saying how obedient you’ve been for me… and I'm being so generous with you,” nails bite into your scalp as she takes a fistful of your hair, “Unless you’re saying you don't want your reward? You want a punishment instead? Is that why you’re being defiant?”
That makes you falter, tearing up, trembling. Opening your mouth but quickly closing it before you can speak, not wanting your voice to break in that pathetic way it does when you’re about to cry.
Your hands come up to cling onto the fabric of Evelyn's skirt, burying your face against her knees trying to hide as tears start to soak the fabric. It's humiliating how quickly you crack, how scared you are… Taking a shaky breath you barely manage to speak without letting out a sob,
“I’m sorry, please don't make me Evelyn… I really don't want to,” you feel your face heat up from begging at her feet, praying that it's enough to satiate her to degrade yourself like this. A light tug on your hair signals you to lift your head, gazing up at her like a kicked mutt. She grabs your jaw, squishing your cheeks with her other hand, well manicured nails digging into flesh,
“Pull yourself together, or you’ll regret it, pet.”
Wide eyed your gaze drops to her lap before you relent and giving a curt nod, more scared of Evelyn than her games. She doesn't give you a chance to collect yourself before pulling you to your feet, there's still coke on the tray, and she cuts a small line. You stare nervously, Evelyn giving plenty of time for your dread to grow.
Once again you’re broken out of your thoughts by Evelyn's touch now polarizingly gentle. Her fingers are cold on your nape, nails gently grazing the base of your scalp as if trying to sooth you, as if she isn't the cause of your distress.
“I’m nervous…” voice just above a whisper, you risk a glance at her. Evelyn seems to be enjoying herself, a devious smile gracing her lips,
“Oh darling,” she murmurs, voice low and breath grazing your ear, “I know it seems scary at first, but it will feel so good…” she gives a mock attempt at comfort, placing a gentle, condescendingly sweet kiss against your jaw,
The hand at your nape urges you to lean down, you try to force yourself to relax. A hesitant hand is placed against the table, the while the opposite has a tightly rolled bill pushed into it, you glance at it before you hear Evelyn whisper into your ear once more,
“Take this and place it here, you’ve seen me do it before,” she croons, so gentle now that you were cooperative. Your hands shake as you plug one side of your nose, lining up the “straw” to the other. It's hard to focus, to think with Evelyn whispering things in your ear, kissing along your throat, surely she can feel your frantic pulse under her lips.
The burn upon your sharp inhale makes you recoil, sputtering and coughing, instantly dropping the rolled up bill. Eyes watering, you hold your face as you step back, a bitter taste coating the back of your throat where it quickly starts to feel numb.
Turning away from the table and sniffling over and over, both from the burn and the growing tingling sensation. It all happens too fast, your heart racing as your skin starts to prickle, as if you had a fever and became sensitive to the touch.
You can hear your breathing, blood rushing through your veins, you practically fall into Evelyn's arms, whimpering and squeezing your eyes shut. Every sound, every light, too loud, too bright, it's all so fast and all you can do is desperately cling to Evelyn, whining and shaking as if in freezing weather.
“Aww, is it too much? Poor thing, come to mama,” her voice is condescending, but you can't bring yourself to care. You’re too disoriented, the feeling of your heart ticking in your chest making you spiral, finding yourself pressing your face into her chest.
Clinging tighter to her, your whole body trembles as one of her hands creeps up your thigh, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make it all better...”
