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jokeringcutio · 1 year
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Ok slightly angsty but how would joker and Arthur fleck react to their s/o being kidnapped? 💭
Oh, Anon, I love this one so much <3 I could write an entire fic for this. (I might even...) But for now. Here we go: How would Arthur Fleck and the Joker react to you as their significant other being kidnapped?
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Arthur:
It either happened by accident (like a robbery or someone taking hostages at the place you work, and you are one of the few they take along) or you’d been taken on purpose (by one of his enemies).
He’ll find out either via the news on the television, or he’ll receive a personal note. Probably a letter thrown at him attached to a rock. In that latter case, he’ll have a huge bump on his head, his headwound bleeding all over his clothes.
He’d be devastated. No joke here. He has such bad luck. If he comes home to find you have indeed vanished, he will have a laughing fit that never seems to end. His world will shatter.
He’d be all over the place – uncertain of what to do and how to get you back.
If his mom is still alive, then he will be packing to go after you and she will be the one to stop him. Like “What are you doing, Happy? Shouldn’t you leave that to the police?”
Oh, he’ll go to the police all right. It might take him a try or two, perhaps three or four, but in the end, his patience wears thin and he’ll smash his fist on the counter and demand that they’ll bring you back.
He’ll probably feel better once the officers tell them they’ll be on the case. Probably even cracks a smile when he heads back home, feeling good about himself.
But then, once at home, he’ll be reminded of what fate could be in store for you, either by seeing a news item about your vanishing, or by seeing something else that will trigger him.
He’ll think of so many ways that he could lose you. All dark ways, growing increasingly more disturbing as he thinks and thinks, and then, he will just explode.
No, the police won’t be able to find you in time, he’ll think.
He’ll have to do it himself.
He’ll don his Carnival clothes and dress up like a clown. He’ll sit in front of his mirror and stare at himself while he imagines a thousand ways he’ll kill the ones who took you from him.
His costume is too jolly. He’ll take it off again.
He’ll dye his hair. Green. The color you once suggested him.
He’ll put on his funeral suit. It’s the only nice suit he has. It’s red.
He’ll take the gun.
He’ll rescue you all right. You’re in safe hands.
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Joker:
If someone took you away from him he’d snap. Oh, he’d be right like Arthur. He’d lose his mind at first, nearly laugh his head off in a fit of painful laughter that makes his stomach ache and his ribs sore.
But then, he’d be on it.
No one is safe around him. Not until he has you back in his arms.
Even his henchmen can expect a gun aimed at their heads if they nag him, distract him or stand in his way (even by accident). Everyone is on their toes while Joker is like this.
Nothing is too dirty. Joker will use all the tricks he has to get you back.
Need bribing? He bribes people. Need convincing through torture? He tortures people. He hires the nastiest of men to work for him if he needs their help to get you back.
It’s all damn messy because no way is he letting the people who did this to you get out of it lightly. A simple killing? Too merciful. Expect pain and slow torturous deaths.
Even those who only slightly assisted or stood by to watch. None of them are safe kids. He’ll punish all of ‘em.
And yes, they die. Even the less significant bystanders whom he blames for your disappearance. The receptionist who let the bad guys in, or the nightguard who had fallen asleep so they could get you out. Expect their gruesome deaths to be reported in the next morning’s newspaper.
And he’ll make sure that his message is sent out into Gotham and far beyond. You are his. No one should mess with you.
He’ll make sure that everybody knows he came for you. He is the first one you see entering the room to rescue you. And you leave the building carried bridal style in his arms. Him smiling down at you while the building behind the two of you explodes in a light show of fireworks.
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Arthur/Joker
You love him madly for rescuing you. You have no idea how much he has gone through to come and save you, but you understand how maddening it must have been for him, how hard and how lonely. It had been the same for you. So scared, so afraid to lose him.
Of course you’ll find out about some of the casualties later on. But you’ll never find out the full extent of his terror. He’ll distract you at the right times so you’ll miss it on the news. Or tear out pages of magazines. That coffee spot spilled on that article in the paper? Threw it out, nothing worth reading in it anyway. Just some advert for knickers or something.
He’ll try and keep some of the details hidden from you because he fears that it will scare you away.
He’ll be your hero. Always. Even if others think him to be a villain.
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undertheredhood · 8 months
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random civillain who just moved to gotham: *having a mental breakdown after they accidentally kill a clown with a bad dye-job*
the red hood (notorious crime lord and vigilante): "are you from tennessee? 'cause you're the only ten i see."
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gender-thief2 · 7 months
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the two seconds mobius got to talk about jet skies is everything to me you don’t understand
“jet ski is actually a brand”
“i don’t actually care-“
I DO MOBIUS I CARE PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOIT YOUR SPECIAL INTEREST ☹️☹️🙏
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akechisstinkyfoot · 1 year
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maturity
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superbat-love · 2 months
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“I knew you’d eventually fall for me, Batsy!”
Those were the last words Batman heard before he was pushed over the edge of the roof. Batman scowled, mentally calculating the height of his fall and bracing himself for impact with the ground. It will be brutal, but his suit was designed to withstand the force.
He landed soundlessly on an inflatable cushion. At least, that's what he initially believed, until he turned to look at the wide blue eyes of a bespectacled man who was cradling his 250-pound frame, suited up, in his arms like Batman was his newlywed bride.
"I apologize!" The man offered hastily. "I moved on instinct. I was reaching for the... lobster dish," he finished lamely. Batman stared incredulously at him, then glanced at the table of the outdoor restaurant beneath them with a plate of perfectly prepared, uncrushed lobster on it.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here? Are you working for the Joker?” Batman demanded.
“No! I just came here for lunch, I swear!” The man pleaded.
Batman scrutinized his face. He had seen this man before...“Clark Kent?”
The man lowered him to his feet. “You know what? I just remembered that I’m allergic to lobsters. I think I’m breaking out in hives. I really need to go, bye Batman!” He scrambled off the table and ran out of the restaurant.
Like hell Batman was going to let a metahuman reporter wander around Gotham without knowing his intentions. “Stop right there Kent!” he yelled, ignoring the Joker's furious protests from above.
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p0ssym1lker · 1 year
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Danny not fearing the joker in the slightest, he looks that man in the eye and gives him the meanest and most unimpressed look he knows (copied from paulina)
The joker really tries to make this kid fear him, because he can't just kill him like this, no, that would mean admitting defeat
(He would be losing a bet)
But nothing works, nothing
The entirety of gotham is just watching this exchange, the joker has slowly stopped focusing on gotham itself and focuses all his attacks on this guy
The bats have Jason trail the guy whenever the joker is out
Jason meanwhile is slowly falling for Danny, who just told the joker that he looks and smells like a molding eggplant
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incorrectbatfam · 2 months
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"Behold, Brucie the Batypus, the Jokeinator!"
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demonadelem · 3 months
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The funny part is that I will always find someone in the fandom that denies the sibling dynamic because B doesn't think of the caretaker as a parent. Buddy, B doesn't need to.
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angelltheninth · 4 months
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DC Characters + Romance Tropes
Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul x Reader
Tags: fluff, kissing, flirting, cuddles, misunderstandings, sneaking around, identity reveal
A/N: I haven't done this for DC yet so here goes.
BRUCE + GRUMPY X SUNSHINE
You're one of the few who can see behind his happy playboy mask with ease. You know that deep down he's the complete opposite of what he makes other believe so you take it upon yourself to make him smile as much as you can. It's a little hard when he comes home with bruises and cuts and broken fists but even if you can the tiniest smile from him, a real smile you consider it a win.
DICK + CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS
It was obvious that he had a crush on you for years and you kept waiting and waiting for him to confess. Now you're both adults and he still hasn't made a move on you. At this point you doubt he ever will. It's up to you then. When you ask him out for a movie he tried to sneakily hold your hand during romantic moments but he hid his face during the kiss scene. The last thing he saw coming was you pulling him in for a kiss too.
JASON + SECOND CHANCE
You'd been on and off for a bit before he vanished for years. Honestly you thought he died or something. But the fact that he came to find and talk to you again after all these years warms your heart. He's not looking to start a relationship with you if you're already in one but if you're single he'd love to take you out and see how things go.
CLARK + ACCIDENTAL REVEAL
Usually he's good st keeping his identities separate. Been doing it for years but you kissing him made his brain short-circuit. As soon as he saw you the next morning he mentioned wanting to kiss you again. Only your kiss was with Superman. It was about that time that he wished he could rewind time. Not only did he reveal his identity but he also did it in the stupidest way. This whole time... Superman was a cute dork.
SELINA + FAKE DATING
She's dating you only to have someone to bring to big social events. You barely spend time together when you're not at a party. The only time after that is if you go home with her and she's feeling like cuddling with you. After all it would look bad on her if she's seen bringing other people to her house when she's dating you. She does like kissing you for the cameras, and lately the kisses seem to last longer.
TALIA + ENEMIES AND LOVERS
It was hard enough to decide if you wanted to fight her or kiss her from the moment you saw her, it's even more annoying when she tells you she's only letting you live because she thinks you're too amusing. You were honestly a little hesitant to get in bed with her and with good reason, she could kill you in your sleep. Well that wouldn't be interesting, besides she's not sure she wants to kill you but she does like fighting you a bit too much to make piece.
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dorayakichan · 6 months
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hello, can i request nsfw hcs for the sabbath crew? (you can leave out red glasses + hyuk if you don’t write for them) thank you!!
Windbreaker nsfw headcanons: Sabbath Crew (Joker, Wooin, Hyuk x fem!reader)
"You know I'm one of the bad guys, right?"
Genre: headcanon, smut
CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, oral, penetration, rough, fem!reader is aged up
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Joker
He had noticed you since the beginning of the tournament, in fact, it was impossible for him not to when you were so dazzling and attractive. 
Yet, you were enemies and the further the tournament went the more your crew and his clashed. 
Who would have thought that in between all these clashes, something more would have sparked something so wrong yet so good that both of you, were unable to stop now.
He grips your hips tightly as he inserts himself into you, nearly bruising your soft thighs, pushing all of his member inside of your swollen core. His grunts and your whimpers fill the room as he looks at your pleading innocent stare.
“More!....faster!” you are always giving those pleading eyes to him. Which is also his signal and his consent to do things to you a woman’s body like yours would have it hard to withstand. He slams hard so hard that his dick touches your clit, it’s wrong, it’s dangerous yet you love the feeling of pain coursing through you as he doesn’t stop at that.
He is rough fucking you as if he is possessed, molding the shape of your inside to the shape of his cock. He doesn’t stop nor slow down even when tears start coming out of your eyes, because he knows that's how you like it, he knows your deepest desires and fantasies. As he moves his arms up and down your body resting them on your boobs and squeezing them.
He sucks on your nipples and licks them as if they are the most delicious thing he has ever tasted in his life, as he comes closer to his release.
“I’m close.” He says waiting for your approval before increasing the speed, and releasing himself inside of you, obviously with a condom on. There is no way this man would risk having to take one more responsibility in his life.
He lays beside you as you snuggle into his opened arms, laying your head on his chest. You give him a peck smiling at him. 
“You know I’m one of the bad guys right?” he asks you.
“It’s too late to say this now after what you did…Hmm?” you give him a kiss, a more passionate and lustful one this time getting on top of him. “Wanna go for another one?” you seductively ask.
Wooin
Once you had come to cheer for your friends and that’s when that day you happened to cross paths with this infamous guy. Another time you met him again in another race as you were cheering for your friends he approached you and asked for your number.
Here you are now, getting your face nearly sucked as he devours you. It happened once, and you thought it was all there was going to be. Then it happened one more time and another and another until you both found out you couldn’t stop it anymore whatever this was you would always go back to him and he would always call you and only you.
As he grabs you by your waist shoving you on his couch he unbuckles his pants giving you a full sight of his erect cock. “Are you sure you can take this baby? After all, you know I’m one of the bad guys, right?
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, while keeping eye contact as you lick the tip of his member. Teasing him, moving your tongue in circles around it slowly before putting it all in your mouth.
“I guess that’s a yes then.” He smiles, pushing your head deeper making you nearly choke.
Your movements in the beginning are slow as you adjust your mouth to his length but they don’t stay like that for long as you feel your hair getting grabbed harshly. He starts fucking your mouth as if having been deprived of food and water for days. 
“Keep your eyes up!” He orders. Wooin loves the teardrops falling out of your eyes as you nearly choke on his member in absolute need of air which he deprives you of, until the moment of his release. And even then he keeps his dick on your mouth until he has fully released everything inside expecting you to swallow it all. 
He licks the tears on your face as he deviously smiles. “Guess I got hard again? Care to help?”
Hyuk/Hyeok Kwon
I don’t think you would have caught Hyuk’s eyes if not for those amazing tricks you had pulled that one early morning as you practiced with your friends for the tournament. He was walking alone when he noticed you and your crew. Your eyes were shining with excitement as you showed the others your incredible moves. 
He first came up to you when you were alone going home, then another time while you were biking around town asking for a race. After some time he asked you to teach him one of your tricks while he would teach you one of his. It kind of seemed like he was following you around just to learn those tricks. 
So you were not sure how you had ended up on the same bed, head on the mattress as you felt his cock push into the wet folds of your stimulated pussy. He moved into you from behind, thrusting slowly but enticingly as one of his hands was on your pussy playing with his fingers your overstimulated clit. 
His grip tightens as he starts to move faster. Between the deep breaths you both let out he says. “How can you be so wet? You know that I’m one of the bad guys right?”
“Oh God, is that what you are thinking right now?” his words kind of excite you but you try to act annoyed. “Kind of…” he answers.
“Well bad during the day but good during the night!” You say as his eyes widen. He pulls you by your arms as your back arches slightly getting you as close as possible to him, while his thrusts become faster and faster. 
He leans his head on your back as he moves hot breaths tickling your skin. If he lets go you are sure you will hurt your nose as your arms have become limp from the tight hold he has on them, you nearly can’t feel them anymore as he pushes more and more until his release comes closer.
He lets you go with no warning as he takes his dick out of you stroking on it for a few seconds until his cum comes out dripping on your back. Painting it all in white. You fall asleep fast after that, not even hearing the click of the door as he exits the room leaving you naked and spent on top of the bed.
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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months
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-> Joker x f!reader
Prompt: size kink
Warnings: dubcon, breaking and entering, voyeurism, slight stalking, knives, blood, submissive reader, size kink, no protection (wrap it for the holidays!)
Summary: You were home from work, fucking yourself with your little vibrator. Joker always had his eye on you, and he couldn't stand watching you fuck yourself with a pathetic little bullet, now could he?
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You were horny.
After the holiday rush, after the many, many rude customers, you found yourself alone, exhausted, and in need of some good fucking.
Unfortunately, you also weren't the type of girl to fuck a random guy, so you were stuck at home, in your bed, with your pretty pink vibrator. It was a soft baby pink, and although it was quiet, it was one of the best ones you'd ever owned. You had it on its lowest setting, teasing you clit as you made yourself wetter. You moaned slightly as you increased it, your clit wonderfully in pleasure as you arched your back, slightly.
Unbeknownst to you, Joker was watching you out your window. He was hard in his trousers, his tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips as he watched as you pathetically curled around the plastic toy. It should be him, really--you were his, even if you didn't know it. He'd been watching you for a long time.
You didn't know it, of course. You were polite to a man that needed help on the street, unknowing that the man was a criminal that was one of Gotham's most wanted. Ever since, he'd been obsessed with you, needing to get closer to you at every cost. He knew everything about you, and you were none the wiser.
But watching you pleasure yourself, your pussy clenching around what should be him, made him so impossibly angry that he couldn't help it when he broke into your apartment, your moans all throughout the apartment like music to his ears.
"You ah, havin' fun there?" He asked, his arm resting against the doorframe. You looked over, your eyes wide with shock and terror as you took in the stranger in front of you. No, he wasn't a stranger--it was the Joker, clear as day, in front of you.
"Wh-What do you want?" You tried to cover yourself up, but it was no use. The damage had been done. You weren't sure how long he was there for, how much he had seen. He shamelessly stared at your body, scanning you as if he owned you.
"Well, let's see, I'd like you to stop fucking yourself with that pathetic thing," He pointed at the toy in your hand, and you looked at him like he was crazy. Well, maybe he was, but that wasn't the point.
"A-And what's it to you that I use this?" You snapped, your face red with embarrassment as he started to walk his way closer towards you. You had nothing on to protect yourself from him, and you knew he was capable of things you weren't able to fathom.
"It makes me, let's say, incredibly angry," He walked closer, his hands pressing against the mattress. You inched your feet closer to the rest of your body as you peered into his dark eyes. You couldn't find any emotion behind them, and it scared you to no end. "You should, ah, have something else inside of you, if you catch my drift."
You looked him up and down, your eyes finally settling on the bulge that was barely hidden by his purple trousers. It was bigger than anything you'd seen before, and your pussy got wetter thinking about it. You scolded yourself, trying to remind yourself that you were in a situation that was life-or-death, and that getting aroused by the Joker of all people wasn't going to help you.
"What?" You asked, innocently, as if you hadn't just heard what came out of his mouth. You weren't sure if that was the right move, his eyes glazing over and his mouth slightly ajar as he crawled farther until he was on top you, pressing you into the mattress.
"I want to fuck you," He stated, touching your face with a glove-clad hand. "And I want to make you mine."
Your mind was racing, and you could barely comprehend anything that he said. Make him yours?
"Y-You mean...?"
"Yes, yes, I want you to be my fuckdoll for tonight," Joker laughed darkly, his hands roaming your body as he pleased. You were frozen in fear, your mind telling you not to move, that if you didn't do anything he'd get bored and leave.
"W-Why?"
"I've ah, had my sights on you for a while, doll," He shifted closer to you, and you could practically smell his breath...which smelled like mint. "And let's just say that, ah, you ain't talkin' your way out of this. I want you to lay on your back and take what's gonna come to ya."
You did as you were told, laying so that your body was flush against the mattress, your naked body on full display. Joker seemed to enjoy your obedience towards him, as he pet your head mockingly with his gloved hand.
"I don't want you to talk," Joker flicked a knife out of his pocket. "Or else, ah, I might use this against ya to shut you up." As if to prove a point, he slashed at your shoulder, lightly grazing the skin with the blade. It immediately started to bleed, and your eyes pricked with pain. Your pussy was wet with arousal.
He put the knife next to your neck, and you were still as a statue, wondering what he'd do. He simply made a slight scratch, carving something into your neck. It hurt, but you didn't flinch. Afraid of what he'd do in light of defiance, you decided to do whatever he told you in order to get out of this alive. You weren't sure how patient the Joker was, and something told you that you really didn't want to find out tonight.
He then put the knife on the pillow beside you, and pressed his lips up against the wound on your neck, kissing it. His tongue lapped at the blood, and you moaned somewhere deep inside of you. You could feel his lips curl against your skin by the action, and you couldn't tell if he was upset.
He then took the toy out of your hand, turning it on to it's highest setting.
"Ya like getting fucked by this piece of shit?" He asked, shoving it into your pussy. It hurt, your pussy barely stretched out or prepped for this, and you nearly cried out in pain, your eyes beginning to drip tears onto your cheeks. Joker licked the tears up, giggling to himself as he continued to ram the toy into you, watching as you struggled to contain yourself. "You're gonna get somethin' way different tonight."
He took the toy out of you, and practically threw it against the wall, breaking it. You looked at him, your eyes wide and full of tears, only fueling him. He grabbed you by your hair, forcing you into a kiss. It was rough, teeth and tongue and teeth meeting each other. You kissed him back, your hands finding his hair and pulling him closer, moaning in his mouth. You weren't sure what was coming over you, but you suddenly needed him. You had to have him.
"Ah, ah, ah, calm yourself there, I'm in charge," He slapped you across your face. You marveled at how big his hand was compared to your face, and once you started to focus, you realized just how big he was compared to you. His hands were nearly twice the size of your own, and you realized that he had to be anywhere from one to two feet taller than you--your puny little frame nothing compared to his.
You looked at him, almost helplessly as he began to work his way around your body, poking, prodding, and slicing bits with his knife. It shouldn't have made you more horny, it shouldn't have made you more into what was happening to you...but yet, it was. You were enjoying this, and you were finding yourself anxiously awaiting what would happen next.
He started to suck at your skin, his mouth nearly fitting around half of your neck as he left a hickey and a bite mark, signifying that you were his. His little fuckdoll. His hands began groping your breasts, and you gasped as you realized his hands were just as big as your tits, if not slightly bigger. He was on top of you, his broad shoulders double yours.
"You're so fucking small and helpless," He growled into your ear, licking the tender flesh. The warmth of his breath against your ear drove you crazy, and you moaned a bit, as if asking for him to fuck you senseless. "You'll get what you deserve later. Right now, it's my turn to fuck you up."
He started by biting down your body, making sure to mark both of your collarbones with his teeth. He licked at every cut he made on your body, the sharp, metallic taste melting on his tongue. He groaned as he tasted your blood; the taste of your skin like cocaine to him.
"God, you're so perfect for me," He licked your nipple, and the bit it, eliciting a loud cry and moan from you. He grinned. Bits of his face paint were on your body, white and red stains everywhere from the grease paint. He thought of you like an art piece, his canvas, his.
He began to move his fingers down to your folds, gathering slick between his fingers. Curiously, he pulled them into his mouth, tasting all of you. He licked his lips as if finishing a good meal, and he laughed as he shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. He then took his fingers away, and took his pants off, revealing his purple-and-black stripped boxers.
He slipped them off with ease, revealing his full length. His cock was far bigger than you grasped beforehand, and your mouth watered as you imagined it inside of you, creating a bulge inside of you. Your thoughts were halted as he shoved his fingers inside of you, three at once. His fingers were thick, and you cried out in pain, which earned you a slap across the face again.
"Ah, ah, pet," He wagged his tongue at you. "No crying." You moaned, and he nodded. "That's what I like to hear."
He began to fuck you with his fingers, spreading your pussy open for him. He was quick with the work; as soon as he figured you could take it, he took his fingers out of you, and shoved them in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself again.
He lined himself up with your entrance, his large hands on either side of your hips as he pushed the head of his cock in your pussy, stretching you farther than his fingers. Your eyes filled with tears, a few rolling down your cheeks and falling onto the bites on your collarbone.
He pushed in farther, half of his cock in you and he placed a hand on your abdomen, feeling himself fill you up. You were so much smaller than he was, and he was crazy about it. He then suddenly pushed all the way in; your abdomen had a visible bulge.
"Look at how little ya are, pet," He growled, slapping the bulge. You gasped, moaning as you felt his hand collide with your skin. He grinned, his cock stretching and filling you more than you could even dream of. He was so much bigger than you. He was dangerous, he could break you with one wrong move. You were a porcelain fucktoy, and both of you knew it.
"I'm gonna fuck you like an animal," The Joker practically growled, thrusting into you. Your eyes glossy with tears, your stomach bulging from his cock being so endlessly big made him go mad with desire.
"Y-Yes, p-please," You gasp out, shuttering as Joker thrust into you roughly.
"Don't. Talk. Shut your mouth before I fuck it," He threatened, grabbing the knife he previously discarded and held it threateningly against the skin of your breast. It was not more than a mere threat; the blade slashing through your skin lightly, drawing enough blood to start dripping down, coating you in a dark mixture. "Ain't that a pretty sight?"
You nodded, arching to meet his thrusts, as he penetrated into every inch of your being. You only needed him—you sold your soul to the devil, and now he was getting his end of the contract. He smirked accordingly, his thrusts beginning to get longer and more drawn out, filling you completely and then leaving you empty within the same breath.
"Ah, you're so good against me, do you feel that?" He pressed your hand against your stomach, and your eyes widened. You could feel every time his cock entered your body, truly stretching and filling you to your limits. "That's all me, doll."
You whimpered in response, and he elicited a moan from you when he bucked his hips to thrust deeper into you, if that was even possible. Though you were lost in the pleasure, Joker was meticulously marking you up as his, carving his initials into you wherever he pleased--including on your neck, where everyone could see who, exactly, you belonged to. The Joker's girl.
"Fuck, yer so tight," He grunted, your pussy clenching around his dick, begging to not have him leave. You moaned around him, your body behaving in ways you never thought possible. Joker took your body in with every bit of hunger--his eyes like a predator's as he took in how vulnerable and slutty you were for him. Just for him.
"I'm close now, and you're gonna be filled with my cum," Joker forced you to look at him, a hand on your face roughly. "I want you to remember this moment, pet. As of now, you belong to nobody, except for me." You nodded your head, your brain too fucked to even care about what you'd agreed to. You needed the release, your orgasm quickly appearing as Joker continued to thrust into you. He sensed this, your pussy clenching on him harder in anticipation, and he snuck his hand away from your face to circle your clit harshly, drawing even deeper moans from you.
He pushed on your clit, the sudden pain mixed with pleasure doing it and you came on his cock, your pussy clenching around him even harder as you rode out your orgasm, his hand never leaving your clit nor his thrusts slowing down. No, he was going to fuck you until he came.
He continued to thrust, his warning mere seconds ago of being close a forgotten promise as he continued to thrust farther into your body, fucking you as much as he could before he felt himself reach his limit. He came with a string of curse words, his body rumbling on top of you as he filled you, completely, with his hot, sticky cum. You felt even more full, his dick filling you to an even fuller extent. You felt your abdomen expand again, struggling to fit all of his seed inside of you.
"What a pretty little fuckdoll you are," He mused, groaning as he slid out of you. He pushed the leaking cum back inside of you. "Don't waste a single drop of that stuff, it's potent." He warned, and when he was done pushing it back inside of you, he had you lick his fingers clean. You tasted his cum, a salty, strangely sweet mixture that sat heavy on your tongue.
"W-What now?" You asked, your voice quiet. You weren't sure if you were allowed to speak yet--but you were well spent and Joker was clearly in a better mood than when he found you.
"Now, doll, you stay there and I leave," He got off of you, leaving you whimpering as you missed the heat from him. He got back into his clothing, and grabbed grease paint out of his jacket. "Ya got a bathroom?"
"Right there," You pointed to a doorway, and he went inside. Coming out, he had a fresh layer of grease paint on, and nobody could tell what had transpired between the two of you. At least, just by looking at him.
He laughed at you one last time, taking a polaroid of you for later. He blew you a kiss before storming out of your apartment, leaving you naked, cold, and alone in your bedroom.
Shaking, you gathered yourself up after a few minutes, and made your way to your bathroom. You could feel the seed spilling out of you, drenching your thigh. You saw yourself in the mirror, Joker's initial on your neck, his name carved out along the lower side of your stomach. Marking him as yours, bonding you with him for the foreseeable future.
Part of you wished he'd never come back. That part of you was the sane one, the part of you that was logically and rightfully afraid of him. And, yet, a darker part of you wished he'd do that again soon, because god, he was the best fuck of your life.
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I might make a part two once Smutmas is over...
Part 2: ♡
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jokeringcutio · 1 year
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For joker and Arthur, can you do love language headcanons please? What do you think theirs are? Thanks Mun!
AN: U vraagt, wij draaien. I actually had to look this up :3 Apparently, there are 5 love languages, and I think all five of them are important to him in one way or another. So here they are, ranked from ‘most needed’ to ‘just nice to do’. I received a lot of really nice prompts for Arthur/Joker so if this is your thing, be sure to follow me on this account to see more updates. Or check my masterlist every once in a while (I am in a European time zone and I notice many of my posts get snowed under because of the time I post them on. So, please feel free to check the masterlist at the top of my page. New posts are on top in their category).
Headcanons for Arthur/Joker Love Language
Physical Touch
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Arthur has been deprived of affection. He is touch-starved and has always been a very physically focused man. Whenever in doubt about whether or not something is real or just something in his mind, he would touch himself or others to get a confirmation that this is actually happening.
Expect to be touched by him. A lot. Ranging from a gentle hand on the small of your back, guiding you as you walk with him, to arms being hooked or a hand roaming your back or chest when he holds you in an embrace.
He’ll expect something back, of course. Your hands on him, a hug whenever you can spare, your hand gently brushing hair out of his face or you cupping his cheeks. Are you sitting next to him on the couch? Then his arm will be around you and he’ll expect you to snuggle up and into him like there is no tomorrow. Are you on opposite chairs? Then you’ll feel his feet rest against yours or his hand placed on your knee.
He’s very touchy, especially with you. And when your relationship is established – and that will be much quicker than you might think  –  It will be solely with you. His touch is something reserved for those who are special to him.
And he expects the same from you. If he so much as sees you holding onto the arm of another, or you placing your hand encouragingly on someone else’s arm during a conversation, he’ll feel the disdain bitter on his tongue and the jealousy rises deep within his chest. As Arthur, the consequences will be found in nasty words and insults to those he spotted you with – whether they are friends or strangers, it doesn’t matter. He will cause an embarrassing scene and you will have to mediate and work on calming him down.
As Joker, he’ll be much cooler about it. Most of the time, he won’t even make a snide remark about it. But you’ll see it in his gaze. And once he has escorted you away from the scene and he has you somewhere safe, he’ll return to those you placed your hands on and make them regret they ever were born.
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Words of Affirmation
He needs constant verbal feedback: Do you still like him? Do you still love him? Does he do a good job? Is he good to you? Are you still happy with him?
He’ll give the same back to you, telling you what he likes about you and how much he needs you in his life. He showers you with pet names and loves to rasp sultry fantasies in your ear. Because did you really think you could get away with being so darn sexy?
This type of love language is as important as touch. He needs to hear your voice so you can calm down the voices he hears in his own mind. He needs confirmation that you are really there, both when he is Arthur as well as when he turns into the Joker.
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Gift Giving
This is more of a one-way kind of thing. You don’t need to give him anything. He is the one who showers you with presents – and you’d better accept them or you’ll hurt his feelings.
Quality Time
This is very important, but always on his terms.
Are you in need of him? If he’s off to work, either as Arthur or later on as Joker, then you have tough luck. He’ll be doing the job first, then return to you later, when he has the time.
But he'll expect your full undivided attention when he isn’t working or out causing chaos. And there is no excuse he will accept. He will not take a no. So don’t even try and go to that appointment with friends you made – he needs you right here and right now and he needs the affirmation that he is the most important person in your whole life. And if you do try and sneak away from him because you promised to hang out with a friend you haven’t seen in ages, for example, he’ll go after your friend instead.
He’ll make you see that he can’t be denied. In the end, you’ll get used to it and accept this part of him. Quality time is something important to him, but it is always according to his terms and fits his schedule. You’d better get used to it.
Acts of Service
This love language isn’t really applicable.
In a way, Arthur, even as the Joker, bestows you with little acts of service, while at the same time, he expects a lot of them in turn. He might do a thing or two to help you, but it’s not his way to show his love. His mind is too busy and, once he is the Joker, his life is too busy to be tasked with these trivial things.
You, on the other hand, he expects a lot of you. If you can cook, he expects you to do so with love. Call him old fashioned, but chores like cleaning the dishes or mowing the lawn do stir something inside of him. Some kind of dormant domestic feelings that he secretly enjoys. But this type of love language is by far the least applicable to him.  
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Who fell first and who fell harder
Joker: You fell first and harder
Harley Quinn: She fell first and harder
Catwoman: She fell first and harder
Riddler: He fell first but you fell harder
Penguin: He fell first and harder
Scarecrow: You fell first but he fell harder
Deathstroke: You fell first and harder
Bane: He fell first but you fell harder
Mr Freeze: He fell first and harder
Two-Face: He fell first but you fell harder
Poison Ivy: You fell first but she fell harder
Killer Croc: You fell first and harder
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koiiiiijiii · 2 months
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i accidentally posted this without any text, that’s why im reuploading it, like this, sorry!!
so, sure bby!! will try to figure out something for them
also i think this part ideally fits with latest chapters, bc it was mostly about sabbath!! and wb fandom is finally knowns Joker real name Hajun…so cute!!
you know what else is cute? my bday today😤😤
☾ all characters aged up ☾
*ੈ✩‧₊ sabbath & monster crew nasty/perverted habits pt.2🍐 🐇🧴
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COQUETTE!Joker/Hajun
hardly sure that joker shyly would ask you to wear some bows and lace, he definitely have thing for coquette, fight me. seeing you under him, wearing cute skirt, or pink top with open neck and collarbone with lace collar, mix it and add some snow white leg warmers? don’t even think about opportunity to walk next morning.
JERK OFF!Hyeok
mentioned in my really first headcanons that hyeok is pervert who jerk off on random girls who he saw on street, if he found them hot, like bitch do this by memory (he is too lazy to search some porn to turn himself on) so he have good imagination. when he saw you in league of street, wearing your sport uniform he was so grateful that he didn’t participate in competitions that day, his pants felt too tight suddenly.
EXHIBITIONIST!Wooin
wooin is up to everything. like everything. but his dirty secret? to fuck you when someone watches, like a boy/girl from your uni who had a crush on you. maybe share you with someone too (someone white or red haired preferably)
KNISMOLAGNIA!Monster/Deokbong
he can’t control himself when your touch is even a little bit feels like a tickle. it may seem strange, but he is very sensitive in certain places, for example in his back, and when you haven't dated yet, but were just friends, it was so hard for him to restrain himself when you hugged him and stroked his back... poor boy was immediately turned on.
FOOT FETISH!Gyuchan
do i even need to explain? gyuchan fascinated by your legs and foot, bonus points if you doing sport connected to extra load to legs, so firstly he would use massage for your legs as an excuse to touch it and feel. secondly you found yourself mostly in positions in sex where your legs are close to his face, like for example they laying on his shoulders and he stroking and kissing your ankles. when you had a talk he admitted that he had a foot fetish and honestly he was so ready for some jokes about foot fetishists.
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maybesomemilo · 5 months
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There’s something about morally grey Tim Drake. I am so attached to the idea that Tim just says fuck it to the no killing rule. I so see him favour blowing whole ass warehouses up. He wouldn’t go out of his way to just be murderous and he wouldn’t do it to like your everyday thug but a serial killer here, a trafficker there, so what if his punches are a little harder… if anyone has any fic recs this is my official request
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superbat-love · 9 months
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Joker: Stay out of our fight, Superman! Batman is mine! Nobody understands him more than I do.
Superman: That’s where you’re wrong, Joker. I know everything about Batman. I know how he thinks, how he talks, how he moves, what his heartbeat sounds like, how much air is circulating in his lungs and how fast the blood is moving through his veins. I know Batman on a molecular level.
Joker: And they call me obsessed.
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