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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Joker x Fem reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: swearing, threats, violence, joker being joker.

A/n: if you don't like the warnings, please don't read

Request: Can I request a Leto!Joker where the reader is Harley’s younger sister (she is telekinetic) and she is a pyschiatrist and she secretly loves J. One day the reader is in one of J’s sessions with Harley but J keeps looking at the reader until J breaks out and does everything that he did to Harley to the reader. J and the reader go to Ace Chemicals to make their relationship offical (you can add the rest) thank u :)

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Joker sat across from the sisters in a straitjacket. Y/n felt a chill roll down her spine every time he looked her way, but there was something about him that intrigued her. He was handsome, and there was something she saw in his eyes everytime they locked with hers, it wasn't crazy. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he was doing. No amount of therapy was gonna help him, he was perfectly sane. He just wasn't normal, he had a dark side and he chooses to live in his own shadows, behind the mask that is the Joker.

"So who is this?" He asked, nodding towards Y/n.

Harley looked over at her younger sister and smiled.

"Oh, this is my sister, Y/n. She's training to be a psychiatrist, so I thought it would be a great learning experience if she sat in on our session."

The Joker just nodded and kept staring, the session went on and Y/n didn't pay any attention. She at there sketching him on her note pad.

"I'm curious." She said. "Do you feel anger towards anyone here?"

Joker slowly looked over at her. Fuck this man was terrifying, she didn't know how Harley couldn't get up and bolt for the door.

"No."

"Okay, just asking." Y/n went back to sketching the man.

Over the next few weeks Harley and Y/n went back and forth with the sessions, they made a schedule on which one of them would be evaluating him on this day and that day. Harley began noticing changes between the two, y/n had even told him the secret that only the two of them knew about.

"I like your sister." Joker said. "She's innocent."

Harley looked up from her papers, she knew what this man could do to y/n, he could brainwash her and get her to do his bidding. Joker could play the "I was framed! Poor me!" Act to make her feel bad and let him out. Or worse she could fall in love with him.

"Yeah well, she's not coming here anymore."

"Why is that?" He asked.

"I don't want you using her. She's not who you think."

Harley got up to leave, she got to the door and stopped when she heard The joker speak.

"Telekinesis is a new one in Gotham. You think I'd use her to get to her ability?"

Harley felt rage as she flung the door open and stormed out of the room. She wanted a transfer, she was done with this psychotic clown.

Y/n entered Arkham and walked down the hall towards Jokers cell. She ducked behind a filing cabinet when she saw Harley come plowing by.

Y/n had one of the guards unlock his cell and let her in, Joker smiled and leaned against the wall.

"I thought your sister didn't want you near me?"

"Harley doesn't know I'm here."

They sat down, she didn't ask the normal questions. Instead, they had a real conversation.

"I need a machine gun." He said while leaning over the table.

"A machine gun?"

Joker smiled. "You can get it for me can't you?"

"But-"

The Joker stood and came to her side of the table. He gently touched her cheek and leaned in, whispering in her ear. This man made her feel scared, but she wanted more. She was addicted to this man and she didn't know why. Was this love?

"I need a machine gun, Y/n. Can you get it for me?"

"I...yes."

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Y/n was in her office at Arkham when the gunshots could be heard, the screams rang through the hall as running feet fleeing for the exits came flying passed her door.

Two men busted it down and came at her, she struggled but they had her in a tight grip. The brought her into another room and slammed her down on a table. She felt them strap her down, the room when quiet all but the screams that could be heard outside.

"What do we have here?" Joker yelled.

He walked into the room, he was wearing nothing but pants, shoes, and rubber purple gloves. Joker came closer and aggressively lowered the lamp, blasting her in the eyes with the light.

"What the fuck!?" Y/n pulled at the straps. "I helped you!"

"You helped me?" He asked. "By erasing my mind? No you left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. You and your spiteful bitch sister."

Joker smiled and turned to the table beside him, he began rummaging through items.

"The sister who tried to keep you from me." He moved his head back and forth, cracking his neck. "like she could ever keep us apart."

He picked up two metal things attached to cords. Fear struck Y/n, she started pulling at the straps again, trying to get away.

"What are you planning?" She asked. "You gonna kill me?"

"No, I'm not gonna kill ya, Sweetheart. I'm just gonna hurt ya, really really bad."

"Yeah? You don't know me that well then. Cuz I can take it."

Joker smiled and took off his belt, the sound clanking of the metal going right to her core. He straighted it and had her bite it.

"This is gonna hurt, so I suggest you don't spit this out. We don't want you breaking your teeth now do we?"

J turned in the machine and pressed the metal devices to both sides of her head. Pain shot through her making her bite the belt so hard it hurt her jaw.

All she could hear was the screech if the machine, gun shots ringing through the halls and the joker laughing.

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Y/n was looking down at the giant barrels of bubbling chemicals. Joker paced back and forth behind her, he gently gripped her hips and turned her to face him.

"Would you die for me?" He asked.

"I-"

"That's too easy....would you...would you live for me?"

Y/n looked him in the eyes as she answered, she wanted him to know she ment it.

"Yes."

"Careful, my dear." Joker circled her. "Don't say this oath thoughtlessly."

He leaned in close, their lips nearly touching.

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." He gently places a kiss on her lips. He stayed close. "Are you ready to surrender to your fate? To me?"

She slowly backed up towards the edge, Y/n could see he didn't believe she's do it. He thought she was too weak. Y/n smile and blew him as kiss before letting herself fall over the edge.

Joker watched her sink into the green liquid. He turned and began slowly walking away before he stopped. Joker tilted his head side to side, cracking his neck before he pulled his leather jacket off and jumped over after her.

Y/n felt the air being forced back into her lungs as her eyes shot open, Joker was holding her close and looking at her with hunger in his eyes. He leaned in and closed the gap between them, the kiss was passionate. He pulled away slowly, he smiled and whispered.

"Pretty pretty pretty pretty."

THE END ❤️

I'm gonna make a part 2

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misfitgirlwrites · 29 days

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The Joker Masterlist

I feel like I have enough fics to make this its own separate post, and I'll add the link to the masterlist instead :)

Where else do I write?

Wattpad | Ao3 | Fanfic.net | Quotev

IMPORTANT LINKS

Writing Request Info | Commissions Info | General Masterlist

UPDATED 3/30/24

CW Guide

🔞 | Smut

💀 | Gore

✨️ | Fluff

💔 | Angst

THE JOKER (Heath Ledger)

We'll Laugh Together Masterlist

Til' Death Do Us Part Masterlist (Sequel)

Overprotective!Joker x Reader ✨️

Mistletoe ✨️

Don't Tell Me You're Jealous 🔞

Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Rainbow Hair ✨️

100 Degree Adventures 🔞

Clumsy Bunny ✨️ | x reader ver.

Ace 💀 ✨️ | x reader ver.

THE JOKER (Jared Leto) [I NO LONGER WRITE/TAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS CHARACTER]

Late Night Inconveniences 💀 ✨️

ARTHUR FLECK

Arthur Fleck/Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Deep Breaths 💔 ✨️

Arthur with a Touchy-Feely S/O ✨️

JEROME VALESKA

Rain 💔 ✨️ | Ice Cream (Part 2) 💔 ✨️

Speeding Ginger ✨️

Cart Rides & Samples ✨️

Let's Rob A Bank! ✨️

New Year's Destruction ✨️

Jerome with a Cheerful S/O ✨️

Just Picture Them with Their Heads Blown Off! ✨️ | x reader ver.

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞

Until We Meet Again ✨️ | x reader ver.

One More Time 🔞

Height Exceedment ✨️

JEREMIAH VALESKA

Death By Pleasure 🔞

Pre-Spray Jeremiah Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

You're Mine (Post-Spray Jeremiah) 🔞

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞

Dream Blurb ✨️

By now I've 100% put my focus on other fandoms, but any request for The Joker is welcome ALWAYS

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sarcastic-salem · 2 years

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I don’t care.

Mark Hamill’s version of the Joker is the creepiest cartoon villain of all time. Especially in The New Adventures Of Batman & Robin. That fucking laugh and black eye makeup will live rent free in my head the rest of my life.

People are always like, “The Joker can’t be scary — he’s a cartoon!”

Yeah, no, he’s not scary until you see him beat a ten year old to death with a crow bar.

Don’t hate me but I just imagine Jared Leto’s Joker doing it live action. Like he’s panting and kind of out of breath cause he already beat the shit out of Jason a bit. He has loose strands of green hair hanging in his eyes which are rimmed in thick black makeup.

He licks dark burgundy lip polish off as his lips as he saunters over to where Jason lies on the ground, just starting to come to. The Joker smiles, panting, as he grabs Harley’s bat from beside a freight crate.

He raises the bat over his head as he gets to Jason and the kid cries out as the bat comes down on his spine, dropping him to the floor.

The Joker brings the bat up again. “Four!” Then he cracks Jason across the jaw with its wooden edge and a snap rings out as Jason rolls over, gasping in pain.

There’s blood running from his nose, dribbling down his jaw, and part of his mask is torn hanging from his face.

The Joker grins down at him with his silver-plated teeth. “Smile, little bird,” he sing-songs to the boy. Then he brings the bat down, and Jason’s head snaps sideways as it crushes against his skull.

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wththefriz · 2 years

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Origin

Chapter One

The cold autumn breeze brushed against my face, blowing my hair behind my head. My hands rested in the pockets of my tan blazer, fiddling around with the keys in my left hand. It was rare for the nights in Gotham to be this quiet, but I decided against questioning it further and simply took advantage of the rare, peaceful night. Although the night was peaceful, it kept down the anger I had felt throughout the day. I had been fucked-over for the last time today. I got “let go” this morning because I was accused of being involved in some personal drama I barely knew about. They had a new hire anyway so I’m sure they’ll be fine without me. The part about this day that made my mind crack further was being used by the one person I had trusted anymore. Turns out they never really liked me in the first place, I was just sociable enough to get them into parties until they were popular enough on their own to drop me altogether. I still made something livable by posting on the internet so at least I wasn’t totally lost in shit creek without a paddle. I took a deep breath in while re-organizing my thoughts, feeling my exposed skin hit the cold air.

Unfortunately, the peace was quickly interrupted by a loud alarm going off in the distance. I walk a bit quicker towards the sound in curiosity, peering around the corner of a building to reveal bright lights along with flashing blue and red from police cars. Past all of the alarms, I could hear a faint cackle slowly growing closer. I stood out in the open but far enough to stay out of the conflict. As I observed my surroundings, I saw the city bank that was surrounded by police vehicles, the windows knocked out with men in clown masks standing around inside the building. Those men gave hint to the main attraction who was walking into sight now. The pale skin, green hair, and signature laugh of the one and only, Joker. I freeze in place, not being able to take my eyes off the sight. I had never been this close to this type of situation involving the clown prince of crime himself. Sure I’d seen his face online and in pictures, yet it was a marvel to watch his face contort while laughing in person. I watched the clown as he lit some sort of smoke bomb and kicked it out into the crowd of cops. Before anyone could react, a cloud of smoke erupted out of the small contraption, causing the police officers to gasp for air as the gas hit their lungs. It was immediately recognized as the "laughing gas" Joker had developed, causing those who inhaled the toxin to burst out into uncontrollable laughter as their faces contort into twisted smiles. I take a few steps back, stepping into an alleyway to stay far enough from the gas, covering my nose and mouth with one hand for precaution. Through the cloud of gas, I could see a suit of purple, hearing that familiar cackle coming from the figure. As The Joker steps out from the scene, he looks around with a somewhat satisfied grin. I watch his movements closely, ready to run in the opposite direction if he came too close. Although, in the thought of concentration, I glance up at his face, our eyes meeting. I gasp quietly and take a step back. At that moment, I felt something prominent in my chest. Fear? Anger? Hell, it could be a bullet at this point. He only stares for a few more seconds, still smiling. If I hadn't known any better, I may have said his smile got a bit wider before he turned and looked up, a helicopter flying over and onto the ground, allowing the clown to grab onto one of the handles and speed away from the scene. I turn my gaze back over to the gruesome scene. Around forty cops writhing on the ground, laughing furiously, with no way to get the terrifying grin off of their faces. After what felt like forever of not being able to look away, more police had shown up along with Batman. ‘About time,’ I’d thought to myself. Before I could get dragged in for questioning, I quickly turned around and sped off on foot, walking back to the original location I had planned on going to in the first place.

As I step into my apartment, closing the door behind me and using every lock on it, I lean my head against it and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. These types of situations that I witnessed with my own eyes were incredibly stressful to me. Not only were the current conditions stressful, but my mind was also now racing with the experience I had just witnessed. I had been reading and researching everything the clown has been doing in Gotham since he first appeared. I was never interested at first because all of his movements seemed more random and sporadic than anything; but when I started going deeper down the rabbit hole, it wasn’t as strange as I once thought. The way he was constantly able to escape and find himself able to survive every time he was caught fascinated me. He fascinated me. The games he had played on the people of Gotham and even Batman kept reeling me in, making me want to know more. The thoughts that clouded my mind slowly began to dissipate as I became more exhausted. I pulled my coat off my shoulders, tossing it onto the arm of the couch. I had spent all of my energy being stressed and emotional and so it was all crashing down once I had a chance to relax. I turn on the tv and flop onto the couch, turning on my side to face the tv. Before I even had a chance to change the channel, I had passed out, not remembering when I had actually drifted to sleep.

#the joker #dc #joker #fanfic #self insert #oc x cannon #oc x joker #no one look at me-#im having fun at least-#its is NOT I repeat NOT a Jared Leto fic-#get out of here Jared Leto lovers

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staticflood · 7 months

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I'm reading this fanfic of naruto becoming the joker (Jared Leto joker) and I would be so tempted to think it's ironic but the author puts "*wink*" next to every line they think is clever

#its the funniest thing i ever read.#its so edgy

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ramcharantitties · 2 years

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im bored. here's my intro-

My name is Rishita (school one) but people call me angel (like my family and friends). Rishita felt long so many people call me Sita (that's not the only reason but welp).

I like desi dancer aesthetics, retro cyberpunk aesthetics and royalty of asgard aesthetics. I like anime and marvel alot. I listen to bts, zayn, hozier, 30stm mainly. I study art, psychology and business.

I write alot and my poems have made in some anthologies. I started writing for the movie RRR character Ramaraju. I am also writing a bts fanfic which is unpublished.

Some people also call me saturn because i love that planet alot.

I have been dancing kathak for 10 years now, and have a diploma of 6 years from IKSV.

I often try to shift realities and I am into manifestation and intuitive powers.

I am single and mentally drained to date again.

My friends are @dumdaradumdaradum @aasthuu @budugu @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemlove @a-really-hot-caterpillar @darkdrmrs @bishh-kanya and many more.

I like Loki, Jack sparrow, Tony stark, Ramaraju, Giyuu, Gojo, Joker, Harley, Flynn Rider and more as fictional characters and Johnny depp, Tom hiddleston, Zayn malik, Min yoongi, Gong yoo, Hozier, Ram charan, Jared leto, and more in celebrity crushes.

#ghungru

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cometcrystal · 2 years

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What’s the name of that crazy sounding fanfic where Lucy almost killed everyone? I’m morbidly curious about it

I dont reccomend it its pretty upsetting and not really worth it. They had her say some really shitty things abt linus and it seemed like it was written by someone who thinks jared leto joker is cool. I closed the tab anyway

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allicatimagines-archive · 5 years

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hey you guys! i’m catching up on some stories and of course adding new chapters today so comment below / message me what stories you’d like to see continued. Also REQUESTS ARE OPEN! send me an imagine / one shot you’d like me to write and I will definitely get it done for you! I’m excited to have requests open again because I miss you guys and all your epic and even dirty ideas lmao!

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gothamitelove · 2 years

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HI! I'm really excited about this request, it just popped into my head.

So the joker x reader who bites their lips and the insides of their cheeks all the time just out of habit. My thought is what if J's way of fixing this is putting his thumb in your mouth when he notices.

I was thinking a head canon?

Thank you if you decide to write this!!

hi! i'm gonna assume you mean suicide squad joker, but if you didn't, please come back and re-request! <3

suicide squad!joker w/lip-biter!reader

j notices this about you almost immediately, because he pays so much attention to you it's not even funny anymore

"what are ya doing, babe?"

you'll have to explain to him that it doesn't hurt you, you just... well, it's a habit, one you don't see why you should break. and he knows all about those, so he just shrugs and moves on.

he does it the first time on a complete impulse, as with most things he does.

he's talking to somebody and out of the corner of his eye, there you are, biting at your lip, and it's kind of distracting so he just reaches over and-

pops his thumb in your mouth, making you release your lip. he's still talking to whoever it is that has to watch this happen

maybe you kinda struggle a little, which just makes him use his other fingers to hold you still

if you nip at his finger a little, he won't be mad. he'll probably think it's hilarious

"c'mon, doll, don't hold back on me. show me what you've got." and then he'll start cackling

i hope this was good!! i'm still figuring out characterization for this guy so if this isn't weird, i'm glad!

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superanimenatural · 2 years

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Bank Job

Joker x Reader (GN)

Warnings: Blood, Guns, Swearing, Forced Touch.

Summary: A boring day working at the bank soon takes an interesting turn when the Clown Prince makes an appearance.

You opened the door to the bank and looked around the open space, there were no customers yet as it was still early. Ted the security guard gave you a nod and a smile as you walked in. Ted was old, he should of retired a while ago, but he didn't want to go home to his wife… apparently he didn't like her, you weren’t even sure why they were still married after you had to listen to him for the multiple times he had prattled on about how horrible she was. You hurried past him before he pulled you into a conversation that would not end until you had been yelled at by the manager Colin to get to your place before the customers see you just standing around doing nothing. You made it to the staff door and the buzzer sounded by someone who had seen you coming up, pushing it open you walked behind the counters and were immediately stopped by Jean, she was in her fifties and Jean was one of those who had a boring life, so she needed to know who was doing what with their life, but could she keep anything to herself? Nope! Jean would spread gossip faster than the papers, she didn't care if it was true or not, "Morning, have you been up to anything fun over the weekend?" she asked with a bright smile and you stared at her and shook your head, "I stayed home and fed (your pet)," you tried to make it past her, but Jean moved step for step, so it became a dance of left and right steps, you stopped moving and stared at her, the look on Jean's face said she was not happy with that answer, but it was the truth, since starting this boring job it was having an effect on your social life as well. "Did you not go out?" she asked and you shook your head and gave half a shrug, "I did some shopping," you said and her eyebrows shot up, "Online," you added and her sulky face was back, you took this time to slip past her and head to your counter, setting you bag underneath. "Did you buy anything nice?" Jean sat at her counter and was now facing you, you groaned inwardly and shook your head, "Only food," you tried to keep the sarcastic tone out of your voice, thankfully Rupert came in and Jean was off to meet him at the door at the end of the counters so she could give him the same set of questions, she was on a mission this morning to find some gossip. You took this moment to find inner peace before the customers came in, some were polite, nice, they only came in, did what they needed to do and leave, then there was some people that tutted and sighed if you took a little too long, some would tap their fingernails on the top of the counter, these were the ones that you would make wait that little longer. But it was the ones that yelled through the little window that you had ruined their day, did you not know that they were in a rush? Did you even know how to do your job? That they wanted to talk to someone in charge about how you were taking your time! These were the ones that made you want to drop you head onto the desk and let out a scream, but as usual you would keep it in and smile politely. The chimes started signalling the start to the day. You suck in a deep breath. Ted pushed the doors opened, then came the stupid music, it wasn't loud, just annoying, it was something out of the elevator, or the music they played on the phone when you were placed on hold. Slowly more and more people came in and the queues started to build, so people were already getting annoyed before they even made it up to your counter. By the time it was half eleven you had been yelled at and even called a bitch. Monday was the worst day of the week, no one liked Monday.

About twelvish you heard Jean beside you gasp, her hand moved to her chest and her face looked horrified, part of you didn't want to ask, but the customer opposite Jean looked as though she had just spoken the best news ever. "Hey," a loud yell came from in front of you and a slapping of the hand on the counter, you look up to a middle aged man with a red face, "I don't have all day," he snapped again, "Sorry sir," you smile up at him but his angry expression doesn't change, "I want to deposit this," he pulls up a bag and dumps it into the tray in front of him and pushed it angrily through to you. You look to it and see all the change. Just perfect. You push it back at him and he looks a little shocked, "I'm sorry sir, but my machine is broken. If you wouldn't mind moving to the teller down there and she will happily sort this out for you," you place your hands onto the desk and give him a large smile. "Count it by hand, I am not waiting any longer!" he pushed the tray back and you had to stop it and push it back, "Sorry sir, but that would take too long and there is already so many more people that need to be served, so please, head on down to the bottom teller," you keep the smile up and it only angers him more, you could of counted it, but not today, any other day but today, "I will report you," he snapped and grabbed his bag, "Yes sir," "You won't have a job here anymore once I am finished talking to your manager," he snarled "Yes sir," "Stuck up bitch," he slapped his hand on the window that separated you from the customers, some people jumped but you just kept smiling up at him, "Have a nice day Sir," you said nicely, he finally walked off and you had to drop your shoulders down as your whole body had tensed up. "Y/N," Jean whispered urgently and you turned to look at her, she looked terrified, "Did you hear the bank just a few blocks away was robbed over the weekend," she said, her hand was at her chest clutching imaginary pearls, "I think it was on the news this morning," you shrugged "Isn't it awful. It is so close to us," she shook her head, and you were sure her face and turned a little whiter, "Aren't you happy that it wasn't us," she added, and you give her a little shrug, "It would add some excitement to the day," you said a little too cheery. Jean looked shocked as she just stares at you, "It isn't a good thing," she snapped a little too loudly that making people look over to you, "No, I guess not," you try to appease her, but it would give her something to talk about, she could talk for years about how she survived it, "I don't understand why the police or Batman hasn't stopped them yet," she was angry now and you think for a moment, "Maybe he is on holiday," You joked trying to brighten her mood. However, this was not what Jean wanted to hear, her look as if it could kill. "It is not funny, people are getting hurt," she snapped, and you give a nod trying to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. You turn back to the customer who was now looking slightly annoyed that you had ignored them for almost thirty seconds. Finally lunch time arrived, and you almost ran out before anyone could invite themselves to your time. You made sure you had every minute of that forty-five minutes break, before heading back in, Ted was already talking to an old lady so that saved you from a conversation about his lunch. Jean was now talking with someone else and as you past both of them stared at you, so you tried your best to ignore them, once lunch was over the afternoon became a repeat of the morning. Until....... with fifteen minutes before closing and a few people hurrying in to catch the bank before it closed there was three loud bangs and then screams. You looked up to chaos, people were rushing to one end of the bank, while five people with guns and masks walked in closing the door behind them, the one in front with a joker's mask on steps forward, his gun raised, you presumed he was the one who fired the warning shots to announce their arrival. You look to Jean whose hand is already on the buzzer under the counter, you look to the other side and the other girls are pressing their buttons. Jean looks at you and your hand moves under the counter. Looking back two men have closed and locked the doors, the one in front pulls of his mask and you look to the pale face, the red stained lips, the makeup dragged up the sides of his mouth to widen his smile, the dark powder around the eyes making them look sunken, then the green hair. "Good afternoon customers," he called as he walked towards the panicked people, "I am your villain for today," he laughed and a few people cried out. "You," he pointed to a young man with his phone out. The Joker walked towards him and looked straight down the camera, he ran a hand through his hair and smiled up at the guy, "Make sure you get my good side," he said to him, the guy's eyes just widened, "Everyone get on the floor," he yelled and then fired a shot upwards when the customers were not moving fast enough. Joker nodded to the other four men who moved through the customers and took wallet and phones from them and placed them into bags, even taking Ted's gun from his holster, "What are we going to do?" Jean whimpers, tears in her eyes. "What can we do? The alarms have been pressed, the police will arrive soon," you said to her. Your gaze moved to the other four, who all kept their masks on, all five of them were in purple boiler suits. The Joker walked backwards, and he stopped at the counter that was in the middle of the room, he jumped up to sit on it, his legs dangling as he stared at the tellers one by one, slowly he raised his gun and fired, the glass held but it left behind a mark, people started to scream. Slowly the gun was moved to point at you, standing straighter you stared straight back at him and he tilted his head a little, slowly another smile pulled at his lips as he fired again. You tried not to flinch as the bullet exploded off the glass. "One of you is going to open the door," he said pointing with his gun to the door that led behind the counters. No one moved. "Five," he started and pointed the gun to the customers on the floor who were now crying out and trying to move backwards, "Four," he continued, "Three.....two......one." he sighed and moved his gun to Ted and fired. Ted yelled as his leg was hit, his hand covered the bullet wound, screams filled the room, "Five," he started again "All right," Colin moved forward and opened the door and the four men in boiler suits rushed in, one of them using a chair to hold it open. Joker jumped down and slowly sauntered in and moved past everyone. "All of you, over there!" he commanded waving the gun round. You moved with everyone else to the other side. "What do you want?" Colin asked and Joker looked at him with a frown, "For you to do as you are told, get over there and kneel," he commanded, "And if we don't?" he asked folding his arms and then dropped to the floor as he was hit with the gun. "Do I have to explain it more to you?" Joker asked bending over and looking at Colin on the floor now with a bleeding head wound, "Take what you want and go," another bank worker said and The Joker just rolled his eyes and growled, he was getting annoyed now so he turned and raised the gun. "Do I need you telling me what to do?" he yelled, "Do I?" he yelled again and pulled the trigger, the shot went wide and lodged in the wall. He watched as everyone dropped to their knees in front of him and his arms opened wide as he laughed. The minions were taking the money out of the drawers at each counter, one of them dropped some money and bent down, he spotted the flashing light beside the alarm button and hurried over to Joker to warn him. "We should leave," the guy said and Joker dropped his arms and looked around, "Who pushed the button?" he asked, no one answer so he moved forward and moved up to Jean and tapped the gun on her head, he crouched in front of her and hit her a little harder, "Who pushed the button?" he asked and Jean shook her head as she sobbed, her hands clasped in front of her, "Me," you said quickly. Slowly his head turned, and his eyes found yours, gulping you stared directly at him, you couldn't pull your gaze away even if you wanted to, he stood up and walked towards you, and then he crouched in front of you, the gun tapped you on the head and then moved down the side of your face and under your chin. He pushed the gun upwards as he stood back up moving you with him, he held you there with the gun moving under your jaw as his gaze roamed over your body. He took his time as he stared at every inch of you, He made it back up to your eyes and his head tilted. "And why would you do that?" he asked, "Why?....Why?....Why would you push the button?" he leaned in, the barrel of the gun was now moving down the side of your throat, he was so close to you now, you could feel his breath on your lips. "Why wouldn't I?" you ask and his smile grew, "Joker we have to hurry," one of his men called, "I want the key to the deposit box room," he said, he moved away from you and looked to the others, "Who has the key?" he asked, a low growl came from his throat as people were ignoring him, so he shot another person in the leg, "I will keep going until I get them, or I run out of people," he yelled, "We can't," Someone yelled "And why is that?" he asked, "Colin is the only one who knows where the keys are kept," someone yelled, "Then wake him up," Joker walked up to Colin and kicked him, "NOW!!," he yelled. Someone moved forward to try to wake Colin while Joker paced in a circle, he looked out at the customers, who were all still on the floor. Once Colin was awake Joker pulled him up to his feet "I want the keys to the security boxes," he waited and Colin stood there and shook his head "Take the money, but you can't have what belongs to the customers," he staggered to his desk and leaned over it, "Fine," Joker moved back to you, his hand snatched out and grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to the nearest desk, he pushed you slightly so your hands landed on it, you were bent slightly. Looking to the others they were all shocked about what was going to happen. You were trying to figure out if your heart rate was racing because of fear or excitement. Joker was behind you now, his hand moved up and wrapped around your throat, "Keys!" he yelled to Colin who slowly shook his head, but he looked nervous. You watched as Joker placed the gun on the table beside your hand, he then reached around you to your wrists, his body was pressed fully against your back, he pulled at your wrists and you had no choice but to lean further down until you were bent over the desk with your arms spread out. You struggled against his grip, even tried to kick him "Stay," he whispered into your ear, his hands let go of your wrists as he stood back up, his hands moving up your arms, then your shoulders, down your back as he straighten, he reached for his gun again, "Keys now, or you are all going to get one hell of a live show," he ran his hand over your ass and down your thigh, Colin again shook his head. Joker sighed as he dropped his head back and looked up to the ceiling, he turned his head and looked to Colin, "Then this is on you," he said with a smile, You felt his hand back on your thigh moving higher, then on your hip, You tried to stand up to flinch from him but he pushed you back down harder this time, his hand on the back of your neck, He notices a movement and looks up, one of the guys who worked with you was now getting to his feet and glaring at the Joker. "Leave them alone," he yelled, "You want to be the hero of the story?" he raised the gun quickly, "You really willing to die the hero?" he laughed as he continued pointing the gun. One of Jokers men came up and pushed the guy back to the floor. Now he was happy that no one else was going to try anything he leaned back down over you "Are you going to play nice?" He growled out, his voice low enough for only you to hear, his chest pressed firmly against your back, pushing you further down, his groin was now pushing very firmly against your ass. "Never," you snapped back and tried to push against the desk, but he wouldn't let you move, you feel his hand moved between you and the desk, his fingers finding the gap between the buttons of your top, he lightly touched the flesh of your stomach and you flinch. He pushed more of his hand in so now the buttons popped off giving him more access to more skin, now with his hand moving over your stomach and his very obvious erection now rubbing on your ass you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning, your eyes are closed as his hand moves further inside, his breath is now down the side of your throat, "Good because I do not like it when they behave," he whispers and you have to stop your body from shivering. "Bite me Clown," you snarl as you try harder to push against him, which only in turn causes his erection to push harder against you and he moans. "Later, I'm a little busy trying to rob you at the moment," he laughed and stood up, just as you are about to push up from the desk you feel the slap against your ass. "Argghhh, I'm sick of playing," he walked over to Colin and proceeded to shoot him in both legs and one arm. Colin gave in and handed over the keys, Joker sighed as he took them, and threw the keys to one of his guys and handed another a piece of paper, "Only those boxes," he said, and the guys nodded and rushed off. "You come here," he yelled to the third, who walked over to him, and Joker reached into the pockets on the guy’s leg and pulled out a rope and he turned slowly and walked towards you. "I need a hostage," he smirked and turned you around, the rope was fastened around your wrists, and he held out his hand to the third guy again and he handed over a large cloth, your eyes widen as he pushed it into your mouth and fastened it at the back of your head. He turned you back round to face him "There much better," he smirked and pulled you out to the front of the bank. "Leave them alone," Jean called "When the police arrive, tell them I have a hostage. They will be released once we are sure we have not been followed," He yelled out and moved you to the door. He waited, losing his patience with every moment. You are sure your heart is about to explode out of your chest at any moment. With the other four back with all the bags he nods to the one with the phones inside and the guy throws it into the far corner. Heading out you are dragged to the waiting van that has a circus logo painted on the outside of it, with a huge face of a clown painted on it, you roll your eyes as you are thrown inside, everyone climbs in and the van takes off into traffic, masks are pulled off now and you look at all of them. Joker stands there with his hands on the ceiling as he watches where the van was going. There were sirens now in the distance getting closer, always too late. The four guys are sitting on the benches not saying a word. You turn and struggle to your knees and mumble through the gag. Joker turns and looks to you, his smile grows and he walks to you, and helps you to your feet, then reaches round and unfastens the gag, "That tastes disgusting," you said trying to get some moisture back into your mouth, his smile fades and he looks to the gag and now he's angry, moving past you he stands in front of the third guy and grabs him, lifting him up to his feet he has one hand on the back of his head and the other around his throat, "You gave me a dirty rag to put in their mouth?" he asked, trying to remain calm, "I didn't know sorry," the guy tried. Joker nodded to the other man who had been sitting beside him. The second stood up and moved to the back doors and opened it. "You survive this, you can come back to work," Joker said, tilting his head slightly, "No, sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean......," he started to grovel and you watched as Joker threw him out of the moving van and into traffic, you saw cars swerving before the doors were closed again. "One question?" you asked and Joker turns to stare at you, with the rope on the floor at your feet you walk up to him and hit him in the middle of the chest, "What the hell took you so long? Six months I was stuck in there for," you raised your voice a little and he smiled, "I needed someone who blended in," he reached up to cup your cheek and you knocked his hand away. "Six months I blended in for. I even cut the wires to the alarm buttons, thinking you would be there in a few weeks," folding your arms you pouted as you watched as his hand snatched out to the back of your head and pulled you forward into a bruising kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck as your body is pressed against him, you could never resist his kisses, "I have something in mind to make it up to you," he raised his head and looked down at you, "Like what?" you ask looking down as his fingers were now unfastening what was left of your buttons. "A jewellery store with your name on it," happy that your shirt was now open his hands moved inside and around your waist, he pulled you quickly to him, his hands moving round to your back then down to your ass and picked you up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and you lean down to kiss him but stop just shy of his lips "Did you bring my bat?" you whisper, "And a sledgehammer," he started laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, "Best day ever," you yell with a laugh, "Oh it's going to get so much better," he laughed as he pushes you up against the side of the van and kisses you very hard, eliciting moans out of both of you.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Can I request a Leto!Joker where the reader is Harley’s younger sister (she is telekinetic) and she is a pyschiatrist and she secretly loves J. One day the reader is in one of J’s sessions with Harley but J keeps looking at the reader until J breaks out and does everything that he did to Harley to the reader. J and the reader go to Ace Chemicals to make their relationship offical (you can add the rest) thank u :)

So you want the exact story between Harley and joker? Except with joker x reader? 🤣🤣🤣 Okay ❤️❤️ I love that idea. It might turn into a series

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #requested #joker x reader #joker x y/n #joker x oc #joker x fem reader #leto!joker #jared leto joker #suicide squad

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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his domination ~ the joker;dceu

word count: 1660

request?: yes!

“Can you write a Joker/Reader fic where the reader is the only person allowed to dominate the Joker? Very smutty please.”

description: in which gotham’s most feared villain prefers to be dominated by his beautiful girlfriend

pairing: joker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

it wasn’t specified which joker was wanted for the imagine so i wrote the one i knew best...but like...the good version of it

There was something about watching Joker being so dominant with others that turned you on, especially knowing that the roles would be reversed when you two finally got some privacy.

There was some sad sack down on his knees, begging Joker for forgiveness. For what reason, you couldn’t remember. There were too many people who were afraid of him to keep track of all the reasons why. Whatever the case, Joker was merely laughing in this face of this man, who was now weeping at Joker’s feet.

“Oh, how I love to hear them beg,” Joker said to you over his shoulder.

You smirked at him in response as he raised his gun and shot the man right between the eyes. He watched as the man’s body fell before turning back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He began kissing you deeply, ignoring the two of his men that were standing nearby, waiting for an order. If there was one thing that turned Joker on, it was exercising the power he had over the people of Gotham.

When he finally pulled away from you, he regarded his men with a simple wave of his hand towards the lifeless body in front of them. His men began to approach the body while Joker took you in his arms and began to lead you towards his car. He didn’t even wait to take you somewhere more private as he opened the backdoor to his car and shoved you back onto the seat. His men were quick to dispose of the body so they could leave the scene, knowing to give Joker as space when he wanted alone time with you.

The cramped space of the backseat gave Joker more opportunity to be close to you, to touch your body all over and to attack your neck in kisses and bites. Your eyes were rolling back in your head with pleasure as you arched your back against his body.

You peaked out through the front windshield to see that Joker’s henchmen had cleared away the body and drove off in record time, leaving the two of you alone. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around Joker and flipped the two of you over so you were on top. You started to mimic his earlier actions by kissing down his neck, your hands roughly pulling at his clothes so you could continue to kiss down his naked body.

Joker’s big secret that stayed strictly between the two of you was that he only allowed one person to be dominant over him, and that person was you. It had shocked you at first when Joker let you be the dominant one in the bedroom. You thought it was just a one time thing, or maybe he was feeling generous. But then he was asking for it the next time you had sex, then he started using dominant pet names for you and would beg you to let him be inside of you.

It made you feel powerful to be the one that left Gotham’s most feared villain a begging mess beneath you.

You pulled his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants, palming his growing erection in your hand as you kissed him through his boxers. His hand weaved its way through your hair as you began to kiss him through his boxers, just lightly enough that he could feel it and tease him even more.

“Up,” you told him as your hands found their way to the waistline of his boxers. He moved his hips so you could slip his underwear down and discarded them to the front seat somewhere.

Joker whimpered as you began to kitten lick the tip of his hard dick. It was taking everything in his power not to push your head down, as he knew you would stop if he tried, but he wanted you so bad. He was so painfully erect he felt like he could burst at any moment, even from your limited touch.

You could feel his restraint as his hand tightened in your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you looked up at him from your position. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want to feel your mouth around me,” he breathed, his hips inadvertently bucking as you licked him again.

“Ask me nicely then, baby.”

“Please can you put my dick in your mouth?”

You rested his tip against your lips, kissing it to tease him even more. “You’re missing something there.”

“Pretty please, my queen?”

You smiled and took him deep into your throat. He let out a moan as his head lulled back. You began to bob your head at a steady pace, placing your tongue under his length as you did so so that he could feel it on every inch that it could reach. Every now and then you’d stop to swirl your tongue around the head, which earned you more moans and whimpers.

Although the pleasure was starting to build up inside of him, Joker knew better than to finish in your mouth. He knew how much you loved to feel him inside of you, to feel him coating your walls with his seed as he twitched and convulsed inside of you. But your mouth felt so good around him that it was getting hard to hold back.

“Fuck my queen, please slow down,” he begged. “I’m going to cum at this rate.”

You pulled his dick from your mouth, a line of spit trailing from the tip to your mouth as you did so. He wiped it with his thumb before you began to crawl up his body, leaving wet kisses and red marks that would become hickies within a few hours up his body. You kissed him passionately, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” you asked against his lips. “You wanna feel me wrapped around that hard dick as I ride you?”

He nodded, trying to find the words to ask but feeling them caught in his throat. You smirked as you took hold of his face, squeezing it just a little.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, my queen. I want you to ride me.”

“Ask me nicely then.”

“Fuck, can you pretty pretty please ride me, my queen?. Use me to get whatever pleasure you want, I promise I’ll wait till you’re finished if I have to.”

You smirked at his question. His dick was still glistening with your spit, leaving it perfectly lubed for you as you lined his tip up with your entrance and lowered yourself on to him. His face twisted with pleasure as you took him in very slowly, allowing him to feel you around every inch of him. You moaned as well, feeling him easily hitting your G spot once he was fully in.

You started rocking your hips against his, pleasure building up in you almost immediately. Joker’s head was back against the headrest as his fingers dug into your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him as your movements became quicker. Soon enough, you were bouncing on his lap, your skin making a loud slapping noise every time you came down on him. His car was shaking and the windows were fogged over so you could barley see anyone outside. Not that either of you really cared if you were caught. That was the thrill of fucking in public.

You wrapped a hand around Joker’s throat, choking him just enough to make him feel lightheaded. You almost giggled at the sight of his eyes being crossed and rolling back into his head at the action. You could feel him twitching inside of you, an indication that he was nearing his climax.

“Are you close?” you asked him, letting go of his neck long enough to allow him to breathe to respond.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Fuck, can I cum my queen?”

“Hold it for a few more seconds,” you told him. “I’m close, too. When you feel me cumming around you, you can let go then.”

You managed to stay true to your word, and a few seconds later you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Near moments after that, you felt Joker’s warmth filling you as he also groaned at the release.

You both sat there, sweating and panting. Joker wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so he could rest his head on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his dyed green hair, noticing that his brown roots were starting to grow out. You made a mental note to point that out to him when you finally detached from one another.

You rolled down the window slightly to let some cool air in just as Joker’s phone rang. He groaned in annoyance as he raised the phone to his ear.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You giggled as you finally got up from his lap. It always amazed you how quickly he could switch from being a submissive mess to the dominant criminal that everyone knew him as.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll call you when we arrive to our next location,” he said, then hung up. “Apparently someone heard the gunshot and called the cops. They’re on their way here now. Figure we got maybe five minutes before we’re surrounded, less than that until the Bat appears.”

You passed him his discarded clothes and fixed your own disheveled appearance. “Neither one is a real concern. The cops are incompetent and Bats would never throw you in jail again. He needs someone to play with so he seems like a hero to these people.”

Joker smiled at you and kissed you hard again. “Regardless, wanna go for a joyride, baby?”

You smirked at him and leaned into the front seat to pull your gun from the glove compartment. “Always, my love.”

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throwmeinarkham · 7 years

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Just a Bite

Alright so this is a little more complicated than usual. I got a request a while back asking for a imagine with an anorexic reader and how Joker would react and whatnot. This can be a very very sensitive subject. I haven’t gone through this and I don’t know if I depicted it in the right way at all. I would like to point out that I do not condone or support this mental illness but I can understand how reading about a mental illness can help sometimes, it helped me when I needed it.

So to my amazing readers, if this helps at all I am thrilled that I could play a part in your recovery and I support you every step of the way. I believe in you.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Verbal abuse ( ish ??), depictions of anorexia, mental illness

As always, if you have any feedback or constructive criticism please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or a message. I am taking requests but there is not guarantee on when it will be done by. Thanks my loves!

Without further ado:

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Even though J’s house was fricken huge there was nothing to do. All you did was roam and explore but it had gotten old. You had roamed and explored every nook and cranny of his extravagant house. Walking down one of the many hallways, you admired each piece of artwork that adorned the walls and the beautiful gold laced vases that were placed meticulously all over the halls. God these must cost a fortune, you thought to yourself.

The day dragged on and on and on without him here, you seemed to always be patiently waiting for his return. You found yourself sitting on the couch playing Candy Crush on your phone, same thing you did everyday, that’s what happens when you’re his girl and he barely lets you leave the house without him. You perked up when you remembered that the house had surround sound speakers. Solo dance party. You grinned and ran to the main console and plugged in your phone. You hummed and hahed about what to listen to and finally settled on Keep Me Crazy by Sheppard. It was nice and upbeat, perfect for dancing. You blasted the music and ran through the house.

You jumped, you twirled, you sang, you danced and it was the most fun you had had in a while. You were able to let loose and let go. The fun all ended when you heard a crash and looked behind you. You had collided with one of his expensive vases, the biggest one, no doubt worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do, what do I do?” you spoke to yourself. You gripped at your hair frantically trying to think of a quick solution. You kicked yourself for being so reckless. J was gonna kill you.

As if on cue you heard the from door swing open.

“Baby girl! I’m home, come to daddy,” he hollered throughout the house.

“Uhm… I’m busy! Can’t come, sorry!.” You scrambled for a last minute solution. You heart raced as you heard his footsteps come up the stairs.

“Hello doll how are y- What the hell happened here Y/N?” he said as he rounded the corner. You stared at him speechless, thinking of something you could possible say to help the situation.

“Hi baby! How was your day? What did you get up to?” you said in a falsely happy voice as you walked towards him. He was seething. You could tell by the way his fists were clenched, how his jaw was tilted slightly downwards, how his shoulders were slowly rising and falling with everything deep breath he took. He was livid. You had seen him this angry before but never at you. Sure he had gotten mad, but never like this. If looks could kill, you would be 6 feet under.

“Fucking answer me Y/N,” he muttered in a voice that was all too calm for the situation.

“Well… I was bored so I figured I would put on some music and dance for a while and I backed up and didn’t see the vase and kinda knocked it over. I’m so sorry J. I really didn’t meant to. I just didn’t see it! I’m sorry, please don't be mad,” you pleaded. He glared at you with more anger than you had seen in quite a while.

“You… God Y/N you and your fucking fat ass always fucking breaking shit. God will you lose all that fuckin’ weight already. I can’t have people thinking that I’ve settled for a fat bitch,” he yelled.

Your weight had always been an issue for you and he knew that. You had never been like the “other girls”. You were always a little more round in the hips, waist a little wider, bustier for sure, and a butt so big apparently you could knock things over. Your eyes started to accumulate tears as his words really sunk in. You were in shock, frozen in place, at a loss of words. You snapped back to reality and bowed your head. He was right. You could lose a few pounds, you weren’t very thin, not how you should be.

“You’re right…” you mumbled and turned away, heading to the shared bedroom. You wanted to rip off all the fat, you wanted to cut it off, any way possible. You’ll diet, you’ll stop eating entirely, you’d do anything. Anything for him to love you…

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It had been weeks since you had talked to him. You had decided to leave for a while, take a break from him. You went and stayed at a friends place for a while. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat after what he had said and it had really started to take a toll on you physically and mentally.

“Hey Y/N. Can we have a chat?” Your friend gingerly sat beside you on the couch you had been sleeping on. You nodded and looked over at her. “Are you okay? You won’t tell me much and I’m totally okay with that, whenever you’re ready, but you’ve been here for 3 weeks and I haven’t seen you eat anything at all and you’re just not looking too good. Is everything okay?” You shrugged and looked at her with empty eyes.

“I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t been hungry lately.” That was a lie. You were starving but you refused to eat. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t. His words rang in your ears constantly. A constant reminder of what you were to him, fat.

“You should try and talk to him… As much as I don’t support your relationship I think it would be healthy if you talked to him to clear the air, to get some closure y’know?” You nodded in acknowledgment.

“Alright well maybe in a while, I still need some time to recover. I’ll be out of here as soon as possible, I’ve been looking for places and I shouldn’t be here much longer.”

“Okay, well if you need anything let me know, I’m always here for you Y/N.”

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A couple more weeks had gone by sleeping on Y/BF/N’s couch before you moved in to the tiny quaint apartment on the cheaper side of town.

Your phone started buzzing beside you. Looking at the caller ID and seeing that it was Y/BF/N.

“Hey girl, how’s it going?” You answered.

“Hey, not so bad. Just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t talked in a while since you moved out. You’ve been there for what? 2 months now?” You hummed a little and stayed quiet. “So… how are you doing?” Admittedly, you weren’t good. You hadn’t really eaten since you left him and it was starting to show. Your hip bones popped out a little more than before, your clothes were a little too loose, you were dwindling away slowly.

Maybe he’ll love me now, you thought to yourself. You stood in front of the mirror analyzing yourself. You still weren’t skinny enough. A harsh knock on your door broke you out of your trance. you threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and ran to the door. You creaked in open a tiny sliver to see who the hell could be standing at your door at 11 pm. The first thing you noticed was the signature purple alligator coat. Your eyes trailed up and noticed his blinding green hair.

“Open the door will ya doll?” His voice sounded through the crack in the door. You quickly and quietly pushed the door shut and locked all of the locks you had set up on your door for this reason specifically. “You know I will push down this door if you don’t open it.”

“Fine but I’m keeping the top lock locked,” you said.

“Y/N just open the god damn door. I swear I will kick this door down if you don’t open it,” he said sternly. You released a heavy sigh and unlocked the door fully. He shoved past you and in to the small living room. “This is where you’ve been living?” He asked with a disgusted looked on his face.

“You know, not all of us have a ridiculous amount of money to spend,” you retorted, defending your small abode. He turned and looked you up and down taking in your gaunt figure. You covered up in shame, the memories of his words playing at the back of your mind.

“What happened to you?” he inquired. You shrugged and looked at the floor, unable to meet his daunting gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… you’re just… so skinny. What happened?” You shook your head and bit your lip hard to avoid the tears that threatened to spill. You played with your fingers to distract from the heat of his gaze.

“I think you should go now,” you mumbled, hoping he would hear you. He reached forward and grabbed your wrist, inspecting the thin expanse, running his thumb over the protruding bones of your thin arm. You yanked away your hand and wrapped your arms around your torso, hiding your body.

“Y/N, answer me. Now,” he demanded.

“It’s none of your business. You have to go.”

“God Y/N, when was the last time you ate?” You shrugged your shoulders, honestly not sure. Maybe a bite of an apple a couple days ago? you thought to yourself. “Y/N…” he threatened.

“I don’t know… maybe like an hour ago,” you lied.

“No Y/N tell me the truth. I can tell you’re lying.”

“I don’t know, like a couple days ago maybe?” you answered quietly. He stared at you with broken eyes laced with pity. “And don’t you dare get mad or pity me or lecture me because this is all your fault J! All your fucking fault. It’s your god damn fault that I can’t eat something without throwing up. It’s your damn fault that none of my damn clothes fit. It’s all your fault,” you yelled, repeatedly pounding your fists against his chest, tears flowing freely. He stood speechless in front of you, not even trying to refrain you from hitting his chest.

“What are you talking about? How the hell is this my fault?” he countered. You stared at him, your heart breaking even more than it already was. He doesn’t remember. Not one bit, you thought to yourself. You felt your knees give out slightly, causing you to tumble to the ground letting out a loud sob.

“God you don’t even remember. You don’t even remember what you said to me that made me fall in to this… this pit of fucking sadness and despair. You don’t even remember what you fucking said. That’s rich. You need to leave now. You need to go. I’d be better off without you anyway,” you said with a defeated look on your face. He fell down to his knees beside you.

“Y/N, look at me.” You shook your head, refusing to look at the man who changed you entirely. “I’m gonna help you get better Y/N. I’m gonna do everything I can. You’re not my Y/N…” He looked at you with pity in his icy stare.

“No J. I don’t need your help. I’m fine on my own. I’ve been fine for the past two months without you. I’m fine. At least I’m not fat…” you mumbled the last part almost inaudibly.

“Fat? Who the hell said you were fat?” He stared at you as if you were crazier than he was. You countered his stare with a look of utter disbelief.

“You’re not serious right now, are you?”

“Who said it. I’ll have their head on a plate. No one does that to my girl,” he said, rage filling his voice.

“You did it J. You said it. You said I was fat. You said that you had settled for a fat bitch. You said so many hurtful things. You made me like this. I am a shell of who I used to be but I thought maybe if I lost all that weight then you’d want me again but I was wrong. I’m not skinny enough.” He stared at you with an open mouth, the memories of his harsh words flooding back.

“Doll…” He was speechless, at a blank as to what he could say to fix this. “I… I don’t… I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re perfect kitten, you always have been. Now lets get some food in that belly of yours,” he spoke in an apologetic tone as he gripped your bicep in an attempt to pull you off the ground.

“No. I’m not going with you. You hurt me so bad. So, so bad J. I’m broken because of you. Our relationship was toxic, I can’t do that to myself anymore. Go back to your old lifestyle with money, and parties, and girls that are better than me. Just forget about me.” You shakily stood up and walked towards the door, opening it to let the man you love leave.

“No Y/N. I’m not letting you stay here. I’m not letting you live like this. Do you even have anything in your fridge?” He walked over to the fridge and yanked the door open. All he found was some orange juice and some celery sticks that had gone bad. “Y/N you can’t do this to yourself. I take back everything I said. You’re perfect, I don’t care about your body. Your my queen, my partner in crime, the light of my life.” It broke his heart to see you in such a state but it broke his heart even more knowing that he was the cause of your hurting. He pulled you in to a warm embrace and held you against his firm chest. Your tears left wet spots on his burgundy dress shirt. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Come home with me Y/N. I need you. Please Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this,” he begged. You gave a slight nod and followed him out of the home you only knew briefly.

“I can’t forgive you for what you said J. At least not yet.” He hummed, acknowledging what you said. “I mean J, look what you did to me.”

Getting better, getting back to who you were, the Y/N that you loved was going to be hard, there was no doubt about that but it was a day to day process. Each day you would eat a small bit, half an apple, a carrot, small things. Some days were better than others. Some days you fell right back to where you started, hating yourself, but there were good days too like the days you would feel his hand explore your body, praising you for the work you had put. He helped you a lot, he let you go at your pace, supporting you through everything, reminding you what a beautiful person you are.

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5 weeks of hard work, tears, and breakdowns and you could see yourself getting better. You could see your hips becoming a little more filled, you could see a bit less of your sharp hip bones, your cheeks had turned back to their healthy glow. It was a work in progress but you were so proud of yourself for bringing yourself to where you are.

Things will get better. The words you used everyday to get you through the toughest of times.

You can do this.

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davidmann95 · 3 years

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I dreamed today I was watching the Snyder Cut JL and there was a scene in it where Tyler Hoechlin Superman and Batfleck were infiltrating a hospital run by Leto's Joker, and Batman was just being shown the facility while Superman sneaked around and everytime Joker suspected or heard something Batman deflected saying it was the faulty sprinkler system causing noise while Superman just swooshed through doors cartoonishly, until they tricked the Joker into locking himself in the bathroom. I genuinely thought I was watching the real thing.

Finally, the ideal DC movie

#Superman #Batman #Joker #Tyler Hoechlin #Ben Affleck #Jared Leto #Justice League #Snyder Cut #DCEU #fanfic #Opinion

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wr1ter-reader-dreamer · 4 years

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The Worst Surprise (Pt. 1)

Joker x Reader

Masterlist

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Dancing at the club was my favorite part of every day. It felt so good to have everyone’s eyes on me as I lost myself in the all-consuming beat of the music pumping through the speakers hidden throughout the room. The other dancers and I were meant to distract the sweaty, drunk, possibly high crowd from the true business that went on at J’s club. If they managed to pull themselves out of the haze of alcohol, the first thing they laid eyes on was me and the girls. We were meant to entertain until they found another glass of alcohol and slipped back into their hazy state or they managed to stumble their way out of the club and into the night beyond. Either way, all eyes were on us, and I absolutely loved it.

The club was were I watched J and his beloved Harley fall apart. I watched as she began to hate him, and I barely escaped the wave of destruction that came when she finally left him for good. The club is were J watched me, night after night until he finally called me into his office, demanding a “private dance” from his “favorite girl”. I thought he was going to shoot me right then and there when I refused, harshly spitting that I wasn’t a hooker before storming out. But J admired my courage (or stupidity, depending how you looked at it), and only laughed. After that, I became his beloved Azrael, and he did everything in his power to convince me to be his. It took a year for me to finally trust him, but eventually I fell for him and became his queen. It’s been a little over a year since then.

Tonight J left for the club before me. My makeup was taking longer than I had expected, and J was pissed. He continued to pester me, yelling about how the King of Gotham couldn’t be late for a business meeting, until I finally just told him to go without me. After a moment of silence he grumbled out, “Fine,” and stormed out of the building. Rolling my eyes at my lover’s mood, I continued applying my eyeshadow.

Thirty minutes later, after artfully fixing my makeup and slipping on a sexy purple and gold dress, I made my way downstairs. I found Frost sitting on the couch, looking at his phone and looking bored.

“Awww, did J leave you to look after little ol’ me?” I asked, batting my eyes at him and looking as innocent as possible.

Frost rolled his eyes and stood up, “Mr. J knows very well how easily you find trouble, Miss,” he gave my outfit a once over before continuing, “and how much you hate wearing clothing that you could hide a weapon or phone under.”

“Mr. Frost, you underestimate me,” I grinned before pulling up the end of my skirt just enough to reveal the bottom of a knife strapped to my thigh.

The henchman looked impressed, obviously not expecting me to be able to keep a weapon hidden under such a tight dress. He gave me a simple nod before turning and heading towards the garage.

Smiling, I skipped after him, “So what car are we taking?”

“It’s up to you, Azrael.”

I squealed and immediately went to the turquoise and black Jeep sitting at the opposite side of the garage. The Jeep, my favorite car in my favorite colors, had been my birthday present last year. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to use it very often considering I didn’t usually go anywhere without J, and he preferred his Lamborghini. In fact, I had only been allowed to actually drive it once. J didn’t really trust my driving seeing how I didn’t particularly like to drive, which led to me being slightly reckless sometimes.

Bouncing excitedly on my toes, I stood by the passenger door and waited for Frost to open it for me. Once he did, I stepped up into my Jeep and sighed as I settled into the seat. Running my hand over the expensive black leather, I spent a moment simply appreciating how much J spoiled me.

Frost started up my Jeep, and I immediately turned on a playlist that helped me relax and forget any worries for the night. As he drove to the club, I began to get excited to see J watching me as I moved sensually in my cage. When I danced, I always had the goal of impressing J. I loved feeling his eyes land on me, captivated by the way my body moved. I loved when I opened my eyes and they met his, a dark look of need taking over his expression. Only I was able to completely capture J’s attention, and I absolutely loved it.

When we got to the club, Frost drove into the underground garage and parked right next to J’s purple Lamborghini. I grinned as I slid out of my Jeep, thanking Frost before making my way inside. The security guard at the door immediately opened the door for me, and I smiled in thanks. I stepped into a richly decorated hallway with low, sensual lighting. At the end of the hallway was a doorway covered in heavy curtains, through which lay J’s favorite club.

Before I could step through the curtains, Frost lightly grabbed my arm. I turned and gave him an impatient look, “What is it Frost?”

“Mr. J is in his meeting and doesn’t want to be disturbed. He says to go straight to dancing and that he’ll find you when he’s done.” the henchman said, a serious look on his face.

Frowning slightly, I nodded. It was unusual that J didn’t want to see me before I got in the cage. Normally he would walk me to it, helping me up and giving me a kiss to make sure any newcomers knew that I was his. This meeting must be really important for him to ask me not to interrupt it.

I shrugged off my concern and made my way into the club. I was immediately met with the booming bass of the song that was currently being pushed through the speakers. The club was full, as always, sweaty bodies filling the space. J’s club was for the people wishing to escape their lives and experience a bit of danger. It was, after all, dangerous to be so close to the King of Gotham.

Ignoring the bodies dancing around me, I made my way to my cage. It stood at the far end of the club, closest to the room J held his meetings in. J had it added when he was trying to win my affections, and it was the only cage that could see into his private room. As a result, I always had a view of my Mr. J and he always had a view of me.

When I got to my cage, Frost, who had stuck close to me as I travelled through the crowd of strangers, helped me into it. I gave him a smile, and he motioned for me to bend down so that I could hear him.

“Remember,” he said loudly, speaking into my ear, “don’t disturb Mr. J, wait for him to come to you. If you wish to leave the cage before he comes, motion for me and I will get you. Tonight is not the night to be wandering around and pissing him off.”

Frost’s words had me even more confused than I was before. J didn’t particularly like it when I wandered around the club, but he didn’t usually care that much as long as I sat at the bar and didn’t mingle with any men besides Frost or whatever henchman he had assigned to me that night. He knew that I know how to take care of myself, at least until he could come and resolve the situation. J must be really on edge tonight to want me to stay in the cage or by Frost’s side all night.

Shaking off my concern, I stood back up and focused on the music. It wasn’t long before I started moving my body and loosing myself in the music. The DJ was playing one of my favorite songs, which made it easy for me to forget about my worries. I could feel the adrenaline start to flow through my veins as a dipped and turned to the beat. As I got more comfortable, I started to grind against the side of the cage. Making sure not to do anything too inappropriate (J would have a fit and try to massacre the place if I did), I danced sensuously. I could feel the crowd start to notice me, getting excited as they watched me in my element. Thinking about how I captured their attention made me grin.

After a few songs, I started to come back to myself a little. I noticed that I didn’t feel J’s heavy gaze on me like I normally would. Instead, I felt a sharp, critical gaze watching my every move. Curious as to who it could be, I opened my eyes and began to search through the room. I quickly noticed that it wasn’t coming from anyone on the dance floor. Turning to the bar, I saw that Frost, true to his word, was watching me, but the gaze didn’t belong to him. Dipping down and coming back up, I threw my hair around and turned my head to look behind me. My eyes found the owner of the harsh look, and my heart dropped.

I was looking into J’s private room, and the sight I was seeing was not a pleasant one. J was sitting there in his handsome gold and black suit. His white shirt was partially unbuttoned and he was grinning at the man across from him. On his lap was a pale, but beautiful woman in a skimpy dress. Her grin matched J’s as she met my eyes, raising her eyebrow as if to say, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Sitting on the lap of my Mr. J, my King, was Harley Quinn, the bitch who called herself his Queen.

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writingsofmyimagination · 4 years

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Scorpio |10|

Summary: How will The Joker deal with a woman with a mind as deadly and criminal as his own?

Jared Leto Joker x Reader

Warnings:Smut(BDSM themes, overstimulation, edging, restraints) Swearing.

I wrote this about this series about a year and a half ago. I have slightly updated and edited as I intend to do with all the other parts

:)ENJOY :) Comment, Reblog :)

Other Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 Dylan’s POV | COMPLETE

You woke up really early the next day, well it must have been as J was still sleeping peacefully beside you. His chest rising and falling softly like the calm tide drifting slowly in and out on the shore line. The luminous white of the clock floating around your phone screen informed you of the 5:20am time.

Jesus that is early

Yet you was wide awake and restless and refused to just lay and stare at the bare walls. You quietly got slipped out of bed and pulled on one of his white shirts which hung on the back of the chair; laptop in hand you headed for the kitchen. It was incredibly eerie with no one around; Ted was in with Frost

Traitor

The large panel windows showed nothing but darkness. It was peaceful, you had to admit, no guards, no shouting; no gunshots.

You loaded some bread in the toaster and booted up the computer. After opening nearly all the cupboards you finally found the one which housed the jam. You poured yourself some juice which you downed instantaneously; butter was already at the ready. The porcelain plate occupied with the toast you carried the plate and laptop down to The Jokers office hoping it would be unlocked; thankfully it was.

You took a seat on his leather chair; it took a few seconds for the coldness on your behind to disappear.

So this was the point of view for The Joker

With your back to the window there was little of interest to see, the hot seat in front of you and the office door behind that, the bare beige walls gave no distraction. The only interesting thing in the room was in the corner to my left; a drinks holder in the shape of a globe, it was open and had an assortment of spirits, the small ledge underneath that was some small glasses. Feet now resting up on the table laptop balancing on your lap You started up your decryption programme and started trying to get the Town hall floor plans. After an hour or so of working your magic you had the plans and all staff appointments for the next week. You were far too busy concentrating and chewing the top of a pen to notice someone had entered the room and was leaning against the door staring at you

“If you didn’t look so sexy like that I’d probably have killed you by now for sitting there” As he spoke you half jumped before looking up. He was just in black trousers and no shirt, the sun that had slowly started to rise illuminated the room and only exaggerated his near white skin. A cup off steaming coffee in one hand, the other shrouded in his pocket. Just seeing him like this with all his fine muscle lines, his blue eyes which shone in the morning light was enough to melt your insides. He was smiling enjoying watching you squirm and off guard. You fumbled up putting the laptop on the desk.

“Though doll I do feel you should be taught a little lesson” he smirked that cruelly wicked yet sexy smile.

“Across the desk now” He demanded coldly.

Really? Now?

After a few seconds you smiled coyly and walked around the desk, taking your time wiggling out of your underwear saving him his next command.

Your behind exposed to him, immediately his breathing changed. Breathing out with a subtle purr he walked up behind you placing the cup out of reach on the desk before removing his belt. You flinched expecting a sharp sting of the leather tainting your skin. Nothing.

“Hands behind your back” He tightly secured your hands with the leather belt while leaning into you.

“I thought you actually wanted to get some work done with me today” you asked, the side of your face against the cold table. You felt a gentle pull of your hair

“This won’t take long doll, unless you’d rather work?”

“No”

“No?” he growled

“No daddy” you corrected half sarcastically, you really hated saying it but he seemed to love it way too much so you wasn’t going to deny him.

“Good girl, one more thing close your eyes” he asked softly. Your chest pressed harder against the table with your heart pumping faster

All of a sudden you felt leather cuffs being wrapped round your ankles, he fastened the straps so tight they pinched at your skin. You rolled your ankles trying to alleviate the pinching

“You look so good kitten” The lust screamed in his voice. He braced himself behind you kicking your leg wider. Your legs spread apart you heard a small click as the metal spreader locked you in this vulnerable position.

“You keep a spreader bar in your office” you asked in disbelief.

“I keep lots of... toys in my office to play with, dealing with imbeciles as often as I do you need to” you didn’t doubt this for a second. He crouched behind you and softly ran the tip of his nose up the back of your leg and over your curvaceous behind.

SMACK

You jolted forward as he hit you with such force. You couldn’t even fidget properly to ease the sting. With the restricted movement all you could do easily was breath in deeply through your teeth. He gently rubbed the area before striking again. You cried out but couldn’t help but let a grin escape you.

Without warning his cold fingers from behind were feeling how much you ready you was for him. Keeping your eyes closed, focused on your breathing. He removed his hand which was resting on the top of your ass and he undone his zip and freed himself, he ran himself through your arousal before just waiting.

The relief and groan when he grabbed your hair, wrapped it round his hand and pulled you onto him. With your back arched you could feel the strain in your arms. You was completely helpless; with complete access to you this really wasn’t going to take long. Your body began bracing itself. His grip on your hips tightened as he continued to pound into you. Expletives leaving your lips dripping poison each time he left you on the edge.

“Let go princess” he FINALLY allowed. He groaned as your walls tensed around him and carried on thrusting through your release. His breathing and low moans became staggered, he was close; and so was you... again!

“Cum for daddy again baby, give me one more” he growled. After tensing your muscles you pulled on the leather belt which had made you wrists sore. The overstimulating orgasm overtaking you, crying his name out in a breathless whine. This time your muscles contracting tight around him caused him to curse in his throat. Your legs went almost limp but you couldn’t relax them and had to fight to keep your balance.

He dressed himself quickly, untying your hands; they were sore and your shoulders ached from being behind your for so long. You were still bent over the best as he undid the cuffs at your ankles; scared to loosen the flat grip you had on the table

“You never disappoint kitten” He scooped you up in his arms and placed you on the sofa. The front of your shirt was damp with sweat.

“You might want these back” he picked up the underwear and dangled them in front of you

“Thanks” you smiled and grabbed them from him and shuffled them on discreetly. The room was now as bright as it ever could be, the sun had risen almost fully pushing the dark sky away.

“What am I looking at then doll?” opening your computer lid. Work mode on apparently, readjusting you thoughts and attire took a few moments.

“The first tab is the blueprints which you now have a copy of, the second are the schedules for the three offices which are in range of the mayor’s computer.

“When exactly do you plan on doing this?”

“Two days time, my guys are all briefed, assuming you can do what you claim”

“I’m sure I can make myself an appointment, Dylan will be coming with” You was NOT going to take no for an answer.

“Very well, I was hoping you’d say that as Frost won’t be able to get you away before the party starts” You sat up to attention in the chair and frowned

“What? I’m not even staying for the fun? I’ve proven I can take care of myself”

“You do your bit then get out” He shouted in such a tone you scared to respond to.

“Now leave me to work, Frost’s brought some clothes in for you”

So cold, what’s his deal.

He booted up his own computer and didn’t even look up at you as if you wasn’t even there and he hadn’t just fucked you on his desk. You stomped over, grabbing your laptop and left, feeling like an idiot trying to stomp off in a shirt and underwear.

#the joker #joker x reader #joker fanfic #jared leto joker #the joker smut #scorpio

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