#and then the mask is based off of a porcelain doll/an actual masquerade mask with the eye/blush/smile painted on

[avvidstarion]

there was a sewer man,

[kenzie-kitty]

Part 3 of Crazy Couple -Masquerade x Joker

Part 1 || Part 2

This is the third and final part of Crazy Couple. This part definitely has NSFW, you’ve been warned.

Enjoy!

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The sun had just set as Mask and Joker sat atop a rooftop in the midst of the city. They watched as the Gothamites rushed home from work, disgruntled and as serious as heart attacks. Mask flung two wrappers from her pieces of gum over the edge and watched boredly as they floated to the ground. She then fiddled with the twin pistols strapped onto each hip on the large belt of her black skirt, impatient for them to begin their mischief.

Joker giggled once before giving Mask the signal, and she pressed the button on the detonator he was holding out to her. Suddenly, all speakers in the vicinity began playing “Killer Klowns from Outer Space” by The Dickies and a building a street away erupted, and Mask and Joker began laughing hysterically. Mask jumped down to the sidewalk where a group of scared people had stopped to huddle and stare. She landed amongst them and grinned madly at them. She flipped out her blade and slashed at the closest two people, severing both of their jugulars in one sweep. Joker came out of the alleyway beside the building and began shooting a machine gun into the crowd, killing a number of people.

Civilians started running and screaming, trying to avoid Mask and Joker, who both were made up to look like two different clowns; both were laughing maniacally as they killed as many people as possible. Before long, the sound of sirens blaring came closer and the song began to repeat as they arrived on scene and tried shooting the duo. They held two people in front of them to cover from the bullets from the police. Mask grabbed the second machine gun that was across Joker’s chest and shot a spray of bullets at the police cars, killing two thirds of them.

Another building behind them exploded with an array of fireworks, illuminating the shape of a large bat flying above the scene and coming in for a landing. Joker motioned to Mask, who quickly ran down the alley and grabbed their two bags which were filled with more weapons. She handed one to Joker and pulled the other’s strap over her head and pulled out a crow bar.

Batman landed behind them, opposite the cops, and Mask pressed another button, this time changing the song that was playing to “Pretty Little Psycho” by Porcelain Black. Batman lunged forward at her and she dodged by cartwheeling out of the way. She spun the crowbar with one hand and grinned at him. He rushed her, and she countered by spin-kicking him in the chest, sending him flying back. The police stopped shooting and Joker dropped his shield to join her; he flipped out his switchblade and jumped onto Batman’s back, cutting into his shoulder as Mask hit Batman’s stomach and chest to the end of the crowbar repeatedly. Joker jumped down from Batman and spun around to grab his gun, but was knocked over by Batman’s hard kick to his side. Mask hit Batman in the side of the head with the crowbar, knocking him to the ground next to where Joker had landed, and straddled his chest, still grinning ear to ear now giggling.

Batman tried to kick her off, but she began beating him with the crowbar, striking so fast he could barely breathe. Joker fell back onto his back in whooping laughter laughter as Batman’s blood was splattered on the pavement and Mask. She stopped and pressed the crowbar across his shoulders, leaning onto them and smiling into his cowled face.

“Nice ta meetchya, Batboy,” she giggled. “I’ve been waiting to meet the ‘Great Bat’! Unfortunately, J and I have to be somewhere now. Toodles!” She shouted, quickly jumping off of him and pulling Joker to his feet. The two grabbed their bags and ran into the alley, leaving both the police and Batman stunned.

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Mask jumped into the passenger seat of Joker’s van just as he was about to drive away; the majority of their men were in the back seat, holding a machine gun each, in case they had to fight. Mask and Joker were laughing madly as he sped down the street toward the apartment building. They both jumped out of the van as soon as it stopped and whooped along with Joker and a few of the men. They all piled inside, with Joker and Mask entering last, and began to have a small celebration of their success.

The large kitchen area for the staff had packs of beer, bottles of alcohol and an assortment of foods. Mask grabbed a beer and an enchilada and sat on top of one of the long tables with her fishnet-clad legs swinging over the edge; Joker was with a small group of his favorite men, each of them with a bottle in their hands, though Joker had a bottle of vodka. Mask finished her enchilada and sipped her beer, watching the muted TV playing a report over their attack from that evening. Someone turned on a radio in the corner and Mask smirked when it was set on a classic rock station, playing a song by AC/DC.

Joker walked over and stood in between Mask’s legs with one hand on her thigh and the other holding the half-empty vodka bottle. “I’m thinking your insanity matches mine,” he said with a slight slur.

Mask giggled. “Or maybe we’re just the same type of insane.”

“Maybe we do,” Joker said quietly, slowly rubbing her thigh with his hand. “We should take our party away from these oafs.”

Mask smirked and shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

They went up the stairs to Joker’s apartment and he sat heavily in his chair, making his spin around slowly as Mask giggled and sat on the edge of the bed. Joker stopped spinning and giggled with her, the sound making it obvious that the vodka, which was now almost empty, had gotten to his head.

“Well, someone’s a bit drunk,” Mask said, smirking.

Joker shrugged half-heartedly. “It’s called a party for a reason, gorgeous. Don’t like hard liquor?” he asked, nodding toward her second bottle of beer.

She shrugged, taking a sip. “Meh, I just prefer beer. It’s what I started with, and it’s what I’ve grown used to. I mean, wine coolers are pretty good, too.”

He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at her suddenly. “How old are you?”

“I’m 23. Why?”

“Checking to see if you’re of age,” he replied, standing and walking to her. He cupped her cheek roughly, though she wasn’t hurt, and pressed his lips against hers in a rough kiss. Mask stilled and waited a heartbeat before relaxing and lightly putting her hands on his chest, kissing him back with a matched roughness.

He leaned forward more, causing her to fall backwards onto the bed; he was over her, leaning on one hand, and he positioned himself so he was straddling her legs. She sighed lightly as he tongue slid into her mouth and she sucked on it slightly, bringing out a moan from him. They paused to breathe and Joker chuckled lowly.

“I wasn’t, uh, sure that you’d let me do that,” he said quietly, almost seeming bashful.

Mask wiped some of the residue of her dark red lipstick from his bottom lip and smirked. “I happen to have a thing for psychotic clowns. Er, well, just one actually,” she giggled.

He grinned at her and ducked his head to nibble along her neck; she squirmed from the feeling of his teeth scratching along her sensitive skin and moaned into his ear. He shifted his weight to his other leg and Mask smiled when she felt his hard manhood pressed against her leg.

“Well, no one can accuse the alcohol of going to your cock,” she joked lightly.

He chuckled against her neck and kissed wetly along her jaw until he returned to her lips. “I haven’t had that much.”

She chuckled back before flipping them so she was now straddling him. “But you’ve still had a whole bottle.”

He gave her a false offended look. “I’m perfectly fiiine, honey.”

“Don’t call me honey,” she said, pretending to be offended back but unable to stop from grinning as she snapped her hips forward, making him gasp sharply and buck up into her. “Aw, does Mistah J want more? Well, he’s gonna have to beg for it,” she taunted sliding her hands up his chest, pushing his shirt with them and unbuttoning it at the same time. She kissed and licked up his stomach and chest to his neck where she bit down just enough to cause a slight sting but not enough to draw blood or bruise. Joker moaned with every move she made.

“M-more… Please, more. Mask!” he shouted when she suddenly grabbed his crotch and squeezed, making his hips lift so he could try to grind into her hand. Mask giggled and slowly unbuttoned his purple slacks before kissing just above the waistband of his boxers. “Mask, fuck! I’m not the most patient of men.”

“As you wish, Mistah J,” she chimed, pulling his cock free from his underwear and licking slowly from the base to the tip.

Joker moaned loudly and his hips bucked toward her mouth, and she avoided being choked by sitting back up. She crawled slowly up his body so she was on her hands and knees above him; she pulled her corseted top off and threw it to the side, giggling when his hands immediately began fondling her large breasts.

“M-Mask…,” he growled, one hand going to her hip as she grinded into his. “Fuck! Ma-Ah!”

Mask giggled when she felt his already leaking cock twitch under her ass. “You’ll have to tell me what it is you want, doll, because I wouldn’t want to do anything wrong,” she said, feigning innocence.

Joker growled lowly and glare at her with heated eyes and smeared makeup. “Just fuck me already you little sl-Ah, fuck!”

Mask cut off his sentence by lowering herself quickly onto his cock and twisting her hips slightly as she rocked forward with her hands on his shoulders. She leaned down and licked up his throat, feeling the vibrations from his long moan on her tongue, making her smile. “What was that, Mistah J?”

“Mask, you sexy, insane, dirty little vixen. Just fucking fuck me already!”

“As you wish, handsome,” she drawled, sitting up and beginning to rock her hips in a fast rhythm that made Joker grunt and moan loudly, his lips never closing even as he swiped his tongue across them every now and then. Mask joined him in the noises, though that made his louder and nearly drowned her own out; after only minutes they were both panting heavily and sweating as he met her downward thrusts with upward thrusts.

Suddenly, Joker flipped them so he was on top and her legs were wrapped around his waist; he thrust deeper inside her in an even faster rhythm that seemed almost inhuman. Mast tangled her fingers through his bright green hair and tugged, making his growl at her and attack her lips in a messy kiss. They fought for dominance in the kiss, but Joker won by slipping a hand down and rolling a finger over her clit, which made her back arch up as she yelped in pleasure.

“Fuck, J! K-keep doing-ng that!” she moaned, rolling her hips for more friction. “Please!”

“As you wish, Masquerade,” he purred in her ear, speeding up his finger and curving his thrusts upward. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“M-me, too,” she replied, breathless, as she felt the warm tingling in the pit of her stomach.

Joker’s thrusts became more wild, and he lasted only three thrusts more. Mask moaned and gasped as her climax rolled over her, and Joker came with one final thrust into her warm depths. He breathlessly flopped down on the bed next to her, one arm snaking under her neck as she whimpered through the last of her climax. After a few minutes of calming down, they looked at each other’s makeup-covered faces and laughed; Mask had lipstick smeared around her mouth and on her neck and chest, and Joker’s makeup was half off of his face and smeared on various parts of his body.

“That… was great,” he said, grinning madly.

“Indeed,” she replied with a giggle.

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An explosion sounded and the brick building of Gotham City High School crashed down into burning rubble. Mask and Joker stood on the roof of a neighboring building with their fingers entwined, laughing together at their destruction.

Batman flew overhead and landed behind them silently and stood behind the building’s roof maintenance closet, watching as they play fought each other. ‘Two years together and neither has changed one bit. It’s as if they were made in the other’s image,’ he thought to himself, remembering the past two years he had put up with them. ‘I suppose it’s charming in their own sick way.’

He stepped out from the shadows and immediately caught their eyes.

“Hello, Batsy!” They both cheered viciously.

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The End!

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Pairing: Loki x Reader x Gabriel Summary:  Sometimes there are exceptions to the rules. Request: @calamitychaos - Masquerade party Word Count: 1400+ (oops) Tags/Warnings: Fluff, swearing, polyamorous relationship, trickster magic A/N:  Sæta means sweetness / sweetie

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“... I figure next Monday would be a good time to trigger Ragnarök.  Nobody likes Mondays.  Seems fitting the end would start on one, don’t you think?”

“Mmhmm.”  You nodded absently in agreement. The festivities droned on around you, music, dancing, idle chatter, but none of it registered until a wall of deep green replaced the sea of figures.  Loki placed a solitary finger beneath your chin, and you sheepishly raised your gaze to the solid gold mask at his eyeline.  

It still struck you as odd, seeing him in something other than pinstripe anything and matching hat.  If you hadn’t left Gabriel sitting back in your hotel room, you technically wouldn’t have been able to tell which trickster stood in front you

“What’s the matter, sæta?” Your lover asked, his thumb tenderly stroking along your jawline.  

Any other night, you would have been lost in the enchantment and extravagance of the ball.  Hell, anything with either of your boys was enchanting or extravagant.  They both had a way of turning the ordinary into something beyond your expectations, and tonight’s masquerade would have been no exception.  Except, it had been weeks since you had seen either of them, and tonight’s impromptu event quickly began to represent the very things you despised: secrets, guile -- never being able to show the true nature of things.  

For once, you just wished you could be somewhere other than a hotel room with both of them.  

You forced a bright expression onto your face.  “Nothing.”

He unexpectedly leaned forward, capturing your mouth just long enough to steal a taste.  “Those lips of yours are too sweet to be telling lies.”  

This time your smile was far more genuine, the compliment sinking beneath your skin and warming your thoughts.  Your lips curled upward, knowing they were not so sweet that they wouldn’t act as a distraction.  

You slipped your fingers through the soft curls at the base of his neck, guiding him back to you.  His sense of propriety faltered, indulging you in a public display that went on longer than you expected.  By the time he drew back, honeyed hues had become heated, though they were no less determined.

“Tell me.” The huskiness beneath his command sent goosebumps across your skin, and you could hear Gabriel now.  Sheesh.  Why so serious, old man?  

The ache that bloomed on the tail end of that thought shattered any pretense of hiding how you felt.  Besides, Loki could see it.  You could tell in the way his features immediately darkened.

“I miss him.”  You did your best not to pout, but really, what did he expect?  They’d gone weeks without visiting, and the night they drop back into town, you had all of ten minutes with both of them before the god had whisked you off.  

The intensity beneath his gaze softened.  “We should have come sooner.  For that, I’m sorry.”

You nodded, accepting his apology.  

“Do you want to leave?”  He asked.  

To be honest, you were conflicted.  This was an important night, not just for him but you as well. It was the first time he’d taken you to anything involving other deities.  The last thing you wanted was to be ungrateful by running out after a hot minute.  

You just didn’t relish the thought of mingling with so many things that might devour you when there was an archangel waiting to do just that back at your hotel room.

You took a moment to finish your champagne, trying to choose your words carefully.  “I want to have my cake and eat it too.”

“Why don’t I get us a drink, and we can figure out what cake there is to be had?”  He took the empty glass from your hand, disappearing into the crowd before you’d had a chance to respond.  

You sighed.  One day you’d break him of his habit of offering decisions in the guise of suggestions.  You’d probably be on your death bed by then, but it would happen.  

Your hands traveled idly over your skirt as you waited, fingers sliding over smooth satin before encountering textured lace.  Without him next to you, you felt out of place.  Thankful to be just another masked face, you shifted closer toward the wall, wanting to stay out of the way as much as possible.  

Something moved out of the corner of your eye, and you turned, catching sight of yourself in an extraordinarily large and ancient mirror that hung across the way.  You took a moment to admire the way gold swept in across your bodice while green claimed most of your lower half.  Your mask held a similar design, the two colors claiming equal surface though the division came in the form of a sweeping zigzag.  

It was probably the most expensive outfit you had ever worn, and you were going to spend the entire night sulking in it.

“Sæta…” Loki chided, his quiet voice drawing your attention away from your reflection.  

Guilt welled up inside of you, and you were about to apologize when you noticed his hands were empty.  Your brow furrowed, a question on the tip of your tongue when he took you by the hand, spinning you until the world whirled around you.  You stumbled, but his deft hands kept you upright, one landing on the small of your back as he pulled you against him.  He claimed your mouth with his, and for a moment there was nothing but a deep-seated need burning beneath both his touch and kiss.  

“You’re not…”  You paused, remembering you were in an entire room filled with ears that could probably hear clear across the hemisphere.  “You.”

A large grin spread across your face as you lay your head against his chest and gave him a tight hug.  

“Is that how you tell us apart in the bedroom?” Gabriel inquired, hugging you back before dropping a light kiss on the top of your head.  

That was one of several ways, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

“...Maybe.”  Your smile turned sly as you released him, your fingers linking with his as a familiar figure approached.  

“Now that you have your cake, I hope you don’t mind if I find some of my own?”  Loki asked, handing you a fresh glass of champagne.  

You would buy the god an entire dessert factory if they could actually pull off being in the same place at the same time.  

“Isn’t this…”  You hesitated, finishing the thought in your head as you looked at Gabriel.  Risky?

“Technically it’s multitasking.  You’ll also notice we are over there, chatting up our host which is, admittedly, a little in poor taste.  He’ll get over it though.”  He gestured back to the center of the dance floor.  “ We’re also making good on that dance we promised to one of the fates, though I hope you’ll spare one of us to actually have one with Lacheses.”  

He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.  “It’s always good to be on one their good sides--”  His words abruptly halted as he straightened back up, eyes shifting to a spot in the far corner of the room.  “Aaaaaand one of us just got our ass pinched by one of those nymphs over there.  Feisty little things.”  He briefly rubbed his backside, sending a look in the direction of the double, who merely held up his hands with a shrug.  

The full spectrum of beings in the room suddenly hit you, and you felt a surge of nerves overcome your initial elation.  While you didn’t doubt Loki’s ability to keep you safe, having both of them there was comforting.  “... It’s ok for you to stay the whole time, right?”  

“People tend to be a little put off if they think they’re not getting the real deal, not that I blame them.” Pride touched the smug smirk that stretched across his face.  “It’s kind of like getting paid lip service.  But, under special circumstances, we can get away with it.”  He took you gently by the chin.  “And I can’t think of anything more special than what’s standing in front of me.”  

“Neither can I,” Loki echoed.  Simultaneously they leaned in, each placing a kiss on your cheek.  Color flourished across your face and you melted beneath the unexpected tenderness in both their touch and tones.

“God, you’re both saps,” you muttered, grinning like one yourself.  

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