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His Lighthouse: Coordinates to Home (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Coordinates to Home - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

In light of this post, I give you Joker with tattoos! Don't tempt me, cuz I’ll write it! I did not use this mini oneshot to stall writing the next chapter. I had to get this out of my head and onto digital paper before I lost it my marbles. Child I literally wrote this at my desk so I apologize if there’s anything errors. I hope you enjoy!

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You had to be seeing things because there was no way Joker, of all people, had a tattoo.

It didn’t make sense given that tattoos were so unique. They were used to identify people for crying out loud! Was he really that careless? You found it hard to believe that J would have one given his illegal (and wanted) status in the world.

Unless.. he acquired them before becoming The Joker. If so, you had to know what it was!

For a moment you thought it was just a trick of the light. Another blemish, for a monument to his hard life was etched onto his skin already. What was another mark to a man like Joker?

Old scars, deep battle wounds, and one gnarly area below his rib cage, ‘a bomb gone wrong’ he told you, made identifying the possible tattoo difficult. It just blended in with his silvery skin.

Additionally, you had to pretend that you weren’t intrigued less Joker would feel your gaze and thwart your attempts. He had come a long way to be confident with his body, more so around you.

In the beginning, he didn’t remove his clothes at all if you were nearby. Now Joker practically walked around nude. You definitely weren’t complaining yet this was the first time you looked at him in great detail.

What could you say? When Joker took off his clothes, your mind quickly became… distracted.

It was a peaceful morning with the sun pouring in through the windows and Gotham had yet to begin its corruption. Not like it ever took a break.

You and Joker were safely tucked away in the comfort of your bed.

J was knocked out, flat on his stomach, and for once you woke up before him. It was rare to see Joker asleep, so you took the opportunity to admire your lover while it lasted.

The stress of his title was far removed from his features. His face was bare of any greasepaint and surprisingly his hair wasn’t dyed its signature green. J had promised not to color it when around you, thus his natural sun kissed hair was askew all over the sheets.

A gentle smile curled the corner of his scarred lip, and the sight made you copy the action. Joker looked at peace.

Any other morning you would’ve counted his freckles or kissed his nose—today you were on a mission.

Joker was an extremely light sleeper, causing you to move with caution until you straddled his lower back. There you had full access to view his most vulnerable side. A ray of sunlight hit Joker just right and you held back a sigh, seeing all the pain he endured over the years.

Some other time you would kiss them one by one.

Your fingertips grazed the site where you first caught a glimpse of his potential tattoo.

And much to your surprise, a sentence in a language unfamiliar to you was written out in red ink. It almost blended with his skin and if you weren’t intentionally looking, you would’ve never found it.

“Everything burns.”

You jumped hearing Joker’s sleep filled voice recite the text. He turned his head toward you, groggy from sleep but still handsome as ever. Right now, he resembled a grumpy cat deprived of sleep.

You had the decency to be guilty. “I didn’t mean to wake you, J. G-Go back to sleep.” You whispered.

Fat chance of that happening.

Once Joker was up, it would take an act of congress to get him back asleep. Both of you knew that. He yawned and rolled onto his back, extending a hand to hold your hip steady during the position change.

“J… I’m so sorry for waking you. I know you’re exhausted from last night and…”

Why were you still talking? The damage was already done.

“Hush Bunny.” Joker blinked away the last of his sleep to finally rest his eyes on you. Being woken up this early was worth it if this was the reward.

You bathed in the morning sun, gazing down at him like a deity. How did he get so lucky? His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips, as he hummed.

“Mm. I got such a errr curious little Bunny. Did ya find what you were uhh, looking for?”

The sound of his voice so early in the day should honestly be illegal— but you shook your head clear to focus. Now was not the time to be horny.

You did in fact find what you sought out for, but its discovery only opened more questions.

“What language is it in and.. um why use red ink?” You asked.

How did he get access to ink? Was the tat written his native tongue? And it was so tiny, no bigger than your index finger in length. Who can tattoo that small? Joker could see the swarm of questions buzzing in your head.

“Now, now Bunny. Tattoos are powerful messages! Red ink is perfect for uh hiding them in plainnn sight. Why, you’ve seen everyyy inch of me doll and you didn’t notice it.” He stopped to smirk, “Or the others.”

Your bunny ears perked up, “Others?”

Joker thought you were the cutest. He could see every emotion you displayed in real time. He winked at you.

You neglected the fact that Joker didn’t fully answer your question. You were on the hunt for the others. Joker hissed when your cold hands came in contact with his chest but chuckled at his bunny’s avid curiosity.

“You won’t find them like this, my Light. Be a dear and move?” He playfully bucked his hips, causing you to lose your balance.

“Oh!” You fell over and watched as Joker sat up and presented his back to you. It was an honor indeed and you kissed J’s cheek for the amount of trust he gave you.

You hardly saw his back given it was a sore spot for him. But sure enough, the sun’s gaze illuminated his skin for your search, and you saw it all.

Joker inhaled and your eyes dropped down to a patch of skin in wonder. “It’s white ink!” You gasped, “I never seen white before..”

You found a set of dates (no surprise, missing the year), a line of coordinates, another phrase in the same looking foreign language, and an exaggerated smiley face but in black ink. Each little gem was a rabbit’s hole into Joker’s character. You were almost afraid to touch them, it didn’t seem real.

He spun around to kiss you, but you wouldn’t be distracted.

In between kisses and gasps for air you asked, “What do they all mean?” It was your turn to shiver when Joker’s hands came in contact with your body. He was removing your night shirt when he huffed in irritation.

“Do they neee~eeed to have a meaning Y/n?” He pulled back to let you moan out in want. His hands were making it difficult to string sentences together.

“N-No but..” you wavered, and J used your hesitation against you.

“But nothing.”

He pushed you down on the bed and grinned at the hazy look in your eye. You wanted this too. Joker rubbed your knees until you got the message and parted your legs for him.

Joker slotted himself in the space you created and guided you to wrap your legs around his hips. Your hands traveled up his shoulder blades and down to where you now knew his tattoos resided.

With each mind-numbing kiss, you worked hard to memorize every bump and ridge. You weren’t letting this go. If Joker wouldn’t tell you, you’d find out for yourself.

This was dangerous and probably one of the dumbest things you ever did.

Joker was out terrorizing Gotham City tonight, leaving you home alone and burning with curiosity. It was safe to say that you were obsessed.

J gave you plenty of chances to study the grooves of his tattoo with all the sex he instigated. It didn’t matter that you had to learn it backwards, you needed to know what his tattoos meant! You drew what you could duplicate in your notebook and hoped it was correct.

At first you were confused. Joker’s tattoo resembled Braille with its raised font; however, one engine search later found that prison tattoos or ones of lesser value, were not the best and scarred the flesh worse than a professional.

Joker’s tattoos were literally carved into his skin. His threshold for pain was a cause for concern.

After shivering in disgust, you opened a latitude and longitude finder and started entering the coordinates by trial and error.

You were excited to learn more about Joker even if your methods were a bit unconventional. Perhaps it was his old childhood home or the town where he was born! The coordinates were next to tiny Roman numerals for a date, so you assumed that was the meaning behind his tattoos.

Something this important on a man like Joker was bound to be epic.

He certainly went to great lengths to keep it concealed. It was located on his back, in white ink, and no bigger than three to four inches in diameter. Whatever it was, you would solve it.

You were biting your lip in anticipation when the map completed its search. The results shocked you. “Huh? That’s…”

“Home.”

You screamed upon hearing Joker right behind you. He had a habit of sneaking up on you, but today took the cake.

“Joker what are you doing here?! You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were staying in Amusement Mile tonight?!”

He ignored all your panic induced questions to focus on your computer. A GPS tracker had finalized its results and dropped a pin smack dab on your apartment. He glanced at your notebook where your handwriting matched the tattoos on his back.

His Light was too curious for her own good.

“If ya want-ed to know.. you could’ve asked me, Y/n.”

“Oh! I know you lying!” You asked him what they meant weeks ago, and he didn’t say! Now he wanna speak up? This man know he got on your last nerve!!

You had the urge to throw something, but you kept your cool.

Joker seemed to enjoy your irritation. He shrugged off his coat and made himself comfortable at your desk. He chose to ignore you calling him a liar, though.

“Are ya done, doll?” He mused.

“No, I’m not!” you tapped the computer screen, “Why does it point here?” You asked.

Joker twirled around in your desk chair, throwing you a ‘are you kidding me’ look. He was having a grand old time acting like a whole kid; you were waiting for an explanation.

He was making you dizzy so you reached out and stopped his little merry go round ride. J laughed and waited for the room to stop spinning before grabbing your hand.

“I uh de-cide-ed to keep a.. permanenT record of home on me should I ahh, ever get.. lost. Smart huh?”

Never mind the fact he couldn’t see it, you were touched.

You caved and walked straight into Joker’s lap. His hands found their rightful place on your hips as he looked up at his Light.

Your hands busied themselves in his hair, curling wayward strands around your fingers. “I-I’m home to you?”

J just nodded and quickly regretting the motion after spinning around so much.

“And the date?”

His lips pecked your exposed midriff before he rested his head against it. “The uh.. day we met.”

How do you respond to such a heartfelt confession? Simple. You don’t.

All you could do was blink back tears and pray that Joker didn’t hear you crying. Maybe he did since his grip tightened around you. Silence enveloped the room. Hidden within the scars of his past was a reminder of a brighter future.

Joker was grateful you didn’t poke any further and deduced the other portion of his tattoo. He told you the first half that was written in red ink, but not the added line in white.

Underneath the coordinates to home and the day he found his light, a vow was etched in a language he long since forgotten.

Everything burns, but not her.

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queerpumpkinnn · 2 years

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lilcatdraws · 5 months

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Exhaustion

Ledger!Joker x Reader

Warning: None - Fluff, sleepy J, no makeup

Summary: J comes home from work tired and covered in blood. You help him relax and get some rest.

Author's Note: I didn't think I was ever going to get this done. It took me so long to write something a little under 700 words. I should be ashamed 😭 Anyway as always, enjoy! I really liked writing this one. Thank you to @alittlesmartcookie and anon for suggesting this! 💜

J could barely keep his eyes open when he got home. You felt so sorry for him. He was dirty, sweaty, and covered in blood but he was far too tired to do anything about it.

As soon as he came into the bedroom, he fell face first into bed. You decided to take matters into your own hands so you went into the bathroom and drew a warm bath for J.

You came back out to J who was still laying face down on the bed.

“J, honey, come in here. I have a bath ready. Let’s get you cleaned up.” You coaxed him.

J moaned. “Can’t. Too tired…” He mumbled.

“I know. I’ll help you.”

J sighed and staggered into the bathroom. You helped him undress and get into the tub without falling. You grabbed a washcloth from the counter.

“Do you want your makeup off?” You asked.

J nodded wearily. You wetted the cloth and poured some soap onto it. J tilted his head back and closed his eyes as you gently washed the paint from his face.

Black streams ran down from around his eyes. The lipstick and white paint came off easily, revealing his gorgeous face and his pretty freckles that you love so much.

You moved to his hair next. His wild curls were tangled and bloody. The green dye was fading and this next wash would probably be enough to remove the rest of the dye.

You grabbed his shampoo and conditioner. You had bought it for him because it had coconut oil in it, which is perfect for curly hair and J’s curls were hard to manage.

You poured some of the shampoo in your hand and got to work lathering it into his hair.

“Mmm, bunny, your hands feel good.” J murmured as you massaged his scalp.

You filled a cup with some of the bathwater. Then you tilted his head back and rinsed his hair. Green rivers flowed down his back as the rest of the dye was washed out, revealing his natural brown.

You repeated the same steps with the conditioner and rinsed. Next, you carefully picked apart each tangle and ran your fingers through J’s hair.

You went on to J’s battered body. You washed it thoroughly but careful not to touch a wound or a bruise. The soap removed the blood and grime that clung to him. When you got to his back, you gave him a massage and traced your fingers along his many many scars. He tensed at first but quickly relaxed at your gentle touch.

His back was a sensitive area. It had years and years of pain inflicted upon it. That was evident in the scars that were scattered across. Yet his back was strong. It had endured so much and continued to endure. J was tough as nails. Sometimes too much for his own good.

“Ahh. Thanks bunny. That spot’s been hurtin’ all day.”

“Glad I could help.”

Once J was clean, you helped him stand up and get out of the tub. He dried off and you both walked back into the bedroom. J put on a black t-shirt and a pair of purple boxers. He crawled into bed and wrapped the comforter around himself. You dimmed the lights and joined him, resting your head on his warm chest.

“Do you feel better now?” You asked him softly.

“Yeah. Thanks, y/n.” J mumbled with a yawn.

He was getting sleepy and you were glad. Maybe he would sleep well for a change.

You stroked his damp hair and listened to him hum. He loved it when you played with his hair. A minute or two later, the purr like humming stopped.

You looked up. J was fast asleep. You smiled and nestled closer to him. His soft breathing was music to your ears. Soon you were fast asleep, curled up with your J.

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reveriexxgirlly · 1 year

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this shit's so good, should be illegal (repost)

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader SMUT

Prompt: Hispanic/Latina reader calls Joker daddy for the first time.

Warnings: Daddy kink, cream pie, titty slapping, spitting, and kinda overstimulation

Word Count: 872

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Joker's grip on my hips was so hard I could feel the bruises forming on my skin underneath his fingertips.

I kept bouncing on his cock, arching my back with my hands behind my back, resting on his knees for support. My eyes closed, concentrating on cumming, but J knows I can't cum without clitoral stimulation. He's been actively avoiding my clit to toy with me.

Torturing me for his own entertainment.

"Fuck me."

I sighed.

"What do ya think I'm doin' doll?"

He said, smirking while focusing on where we were connected with each bounce I made.

"You know - I - I can't - please."

I begged.

I felt him slap my right breast hard, and I whined. I looked down and saw the skin on my breast turning bright pink.

"If you can't form a goddamn sentence, then shut up and moan like the dumb slut you are."

He slapped me again on the other breast.

I huffed and kept bouncing. I went back to closing my eyes and concentrating on trying to cum with just penetration. I stopped and started grinding on him to see if that’ll help. When I felt the bush of hair on his navel brush against my clit, and the feeling drove me crazy.

"FUCK, PAPI!!!"

The slightest touch to my clit almost made me cum. I was so desperate.

I was about to bounce again when J’s grip on my hips pulled me down and stilled me to sit on his cock. I opened my eyes and looked down at his face. I could see his dilated pupils, even under that stark black paint surrounding his eyes.

"What did you say?"

I started turning red when it finally hit me. I called J daddy in my native language.

I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment, but J was having none of that. He grabbed my wrists with both of his hands and brought them down next to our connected hips.

"What. Did. You. Say?"

He said through gritted teeth.

I shook my head no. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t think I could bring myself to say it again.

J was getting angry. He started gripping my wrists so hard with his claws it almost pierced my skin.

"PAPI!"

I screamed in pain.

J smirked and let go of my wrists. I was worried about his next move until he started rubbing my clit for the first time that night. I moaned so loud it echoed throughout the apartment.

I started bouncing again, faster and harder while he started thrusting up to meet my hips.

"Keep calling me that if you want to cum."

"PAPI! PAPI, YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME! I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH. PAPI, PLEASE, PLEASE, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! PAPI!"

I kept pleading with him, hoping it was enough for him to stop playing his little games and let me cum.

"C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. I know you’re almost there. C’mon keep going. Papi’s gonna let you have this one."

He muttered as he kept rubbing my clit, this time harder. With that and his thrusts, it finally made me tip over the edge. My back arched as I came on top of him. I kept chanting Papi over again as I gushed all over his cock.

J kept rubbing my clit until I pushed his hand away due to the overstimulation.

After my orgasm, I collapsed on top of J’s bare chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kept thrusting up into me, trying to reach his own high.

I lifted my head from his chest, moved closer to his ear, and whispered.

"Please, Papi, come inside of me. I want to feel it drip down out of me even with your cock still inside."

He laughed in my face before he said.

"Ya have such a way with words doll."

J grunted as his grip around me started to feel like a bear hug.

I was being suffocated by his grip. After a couple more deep and harsh thrusts, J finally came inside me.

I whined in pain as I felt him fill me up with his sperm. Still feeling overstimulated from my last orgasm.

The amount of sperm J could produce was insane, it always felt like too much for one man. I could feel some spill out of pussy and onto the sheets.

His thrusts started slowing down and eventually stopped.

We were both panting, tangled with our naked bodies. J's cock was still inside me, and as much as I was in pain, I didn't want him to pull out just yet. The feeling of his cum and his cock inside me gave me a lot of comfort.

J unwrapped an arm around my waist, grabbed my jaw, and forced my head up.

"Open."

He demanded plainly.

I opened my mouth with my tongue sticking out, and he took this opportunity to spit in my mouth.

He patted my cheek with a smirk on his scarred face, and I closed my mouth and swallowed his spit.

"Now thank your Papi."

"Thank you, Papi."

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these-written-reveries · 6 months

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might be too angsty but can you write a ledger!joker x reader with a reader who self harms? either catching them in the middle of the act or seeing the scars they were trying to keep hidden?

Hello! First of all, thank you for your request! I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to write this at first, particularly because it's such a sensitive subject. The last thing I'd ever want is to upset or cause emotional harm to those who may be struggling with this themselves. That said, I want my writings to be a source of good and bring solace to those that are in need of it, so I decided to try my best and write it anyway.

I chose to keep things vague and without too much detail to help minimize the triggering aspects of this subject. Please use your own discretion when choosing whether to proceed with reading and let me know if there is anything wrong with this piece that I should fix. I hope this fulfills your wishes, nonnie. Sending all my love to you and anyone else who may be struggling with this. I strongly encourage you to seek the help/support that you deserve ❤️

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‣ Pairing: Ledger!Joker/Jack Napier x GN!Reader

‣ Summary: J finally comes face-to-face with the pain you've been carrying alone all this time and tries to help you bear the weight of it.

‣ Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

‣ Warnings: self-harm (no details mentioned of the act/object used), blood (minor references), scars/fresh wounds (no details), panic, breakdown/crying.

‣ Word Count: 2,226

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It was just past midnight when J unlocked your apartment door and slipped inside. He was dressed in a casual outfit consisting of a black hoodie and jeans, the hood pulled up over his head and a surgical mask covering the lower half of his face. After locking the door behind him, he dropped the hood and pulled the mask off, shoving it into the pocket of his hoodie as he walked further into your apartment.

“Where’s my little dove?” he called out, announcing his presence so as not to frighten you.

It was becoming more of a frequent habit for Jack to come over to your place, especially to sleep. He’d usually let you know when he’d be coming through call or text, but today he hadn’t the time. In fact, he wasn’t planning on coming over at all today. But after the nonsense he’d been dealing with recently regarding work, he wanted nothing more than to pay a visit to his love to set his frazzled mind back in order. At this point, you were pretty used to him showing up at odd hours of the night to visit you, so he figured it wouldn’t be a problem if he stopped by tonight. You were always complaining about not seeing him enough anyway.

While your romantic relationship was still somewhat new, you’d known each other for quite a while by now. He’d spent months trying to woo you, which proved to be a bigger challenge than he had initially expected. Jack knew he wasn’t the most desirable man in the world, but he could tell that wasn’t the only thing holding you back from accepting his affections right away. There was more to you than met the eye, and he was determined to know all the complexities of you.

Jack had no problem taking his time with you. You seemed to appreciate this, so he allowed you to set the pace of your relationship. You hadn’t expected Jack to be so patient with you, yet he was, exceedingly so. He didn’t pressure you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, and he didn’t judge you for your “odd” tendencies. As J saw it, he was more than a bit odd himself, so who was he to judge? In taking your time to build your relationship together, he’d learned a lot about the little intricacies of who you were, but there was a hidden part of you he had yet to become acquainted with. A mystery he could never seem to solve, until today.

Knocking lightly on your bedroom door, he found it to be unlocked and quietly turned the handle. You hadn’t responded to his previous call, so he figured you were asleep. His assumptions were found to be correct when he spotted you curled up on your bed wearing one of his long-sleeved button-down shirts and a pair of underwear. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of you before walking over to the other side of the bed. There you lied, facing the empty spot where he normally slept, the lamp you left on providing the perfect amount of light for him to admire your beautiful features. Though, the smile that began to tug at his lips upon seeing your face quickly faded as he noticed the puffiness of your eyes and tear stains on the pillow you were lying on.

Letting out a quiet sigh, he removed his shoes and hoodie and left them on the floor beside the bed before carefully climbing onto the mattress. Successfully managing to lie down beside you without waking you, he silently observed your face. Seeing you upset or hurt elicited the worst feelings in him. The emotion that manifested most frequently in him was anger. But the feelings he felt in moments like these were much more complex than that; so complex he couldn’t fully make sense of them. All he knew was that it made his chest ache and his stomach twist in a way that made him feel sick.

Deciding to take the risk of waking you, he gently brushed his knuckles against your cheek, his painted lips curling up into a fond smile as you subconsciously nuzzled against his fingers before going still once more. He continued, moving his hand down to trail his fingertips over your shoulder all the way to your fingertips. He glanced down at your other arm, that which lied between the two of you with your hand tucked under the pillow that supported your head. His fingers traveled to this arm, about to continue their journey when they suddenly froze in place at the familiar sight of crimson. Upon second glance, Jack immediately recognized this to be exactly what he thought it was. At first, he considered it to be an old stain—it was his shirt, after all, but it was too fresh for that to be the case.

Alarms began going off in his head as he went through all the possible scenarios of how you could have been hurt. It wasn’t uncommon to experience physical attacks in the dangerous city of Gotham—even more likely if anyone were to find out about your relationship with the infamous Joker. This is why J taught you how to physically protect yourself and gave you self-defense weapons to keep with you in case anything were to happen. He was also very careful when it came to keeping your relationship hidden from the rest of the world. Along with these things, he took a handful of other measures to keep you safe, making sure to cover all the bases. His biggest fear was you getting hurt, or worse, and him being unable to stop it. He’d do anything to shield you from any potential threats or harm that could ever come your way.

Yet, he’d never once considered self-inflicted harm to be such a substantial threat to his lover…

As he carefully pulled back the red-stained sleeve, his heart sank. He remained still as he stared at the scars and fresh wounds that covered your skin. At this point, you had awoken and immediately felt an impending sense of doom begin to fill your being at the sight of Jack looking directly at what you had tried to keep hidden from him for so long. You yanked your arm away and quickly sat up, pulling the sleeves back over your arms and hiding the rest of your body with the covers. Tears filled your eyes and panic manifested within your chest as an inability to breathe, the racing thoughts in your mind causing you to spiral even faster.

“I’m sorry,” your voice cracked as you uttered the words at barely above a whisper. You were trembling now, squeezing your eyes closed as your mind fed you every worst-case scenario in the book.

Silence.

Oh, how you hated to hear it.

It only provided your mind with more room to insert its own terrible thoughts and ideas about what J was thinking of you.

Unable to open your eyes, yet unable to stand the silence any longer, you spoke again. “Please…say something. If you’re mad or whatever, just say-”

“No.” His sudden interruption startled you, but you were still relieved to hear something come out of his mouth.

“Look at me,” he spoke firmly, but there was something else to the tone of his voice that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You were too afraid to open your eyes for fear that you'd see nothing but disgust and disappointment staring right back at you.

You felt the mattress shift beneath you as J moved closer to you. A tear fell from your eyes that was swiped away by the pad of his thumb before your chin was gently grasped between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up slightly. This time, you bravely opened your eyes to look at your love before you. Instantly, you were met with a strange look in his eyes. Different than any look he’d ever given you before. One filled with so much love, yet carried with it a lingering sadness. This look alone pierced your heart and made it even harder not to crumble to bits into his lap.

“I’m not mad at you. Ya got that?”

The truth is, he was mad at himself. Particularly for not recognizing sooner. He was so observant when it came to you and yet he had completely missed this. It made his stomach turn to think that you had been struggling alone this whole time, unbeknownst to him.

Now everything made sense. All the “odd” tendencies you exhibited on a frequent basis. The way you avoided certain intimate interactions with him. He always thought you just didn't like to be touched that much, so he used his touch sparingly with you and only in ways he knew you were comfortable with. The way you remained so covered up, even when it was blazing hot. In his mind, he assumed you were just insecure about your body and after bringing it up once and seeing you shut down in response, he chose not to press on the subject again until you were ready to talk about it. So many things he could now link directly back to this. How stupid he felt for not being able to piece it together sooner. He could’ve been there for you this whole time and he wasn’t.

But as he looked at you now, your lip quivering as you nodded in response to him, he realized that what really mattered was being there for you now.

“Alright. C’mere.” He held his arms out and you blinked at him, unmoving.

"Do ya want a hug or not? Hm?"

Upon hearing this, you wasted no further time diving into his embrace. He pulled you close, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other wound securely around your waist. You finally burst into tears and clung to him tightly, making his attempt to move the two of you into a better position much more of a struggle, but he managed.

"Hush-ush-ush, it's okay, doll. I got ya,” he cooed softly at you.

He was ever so careful now with where his fingers touched you, choosing to keep them stationed at your back where they gently ran up and down your spine. This soothing touch paired with the sound of him shushing you softly between pressing kisses to your head was enough to calm you down much faster than you normally would have on your own. Now your sobs had dwindled down to mere sniffles and your tears were slowing their pace.

Recognizing this, Jack finally decided to speak again.

"Ya know, I'm always here for you, doll. You might think this changes how I feel about you, but it doesn't. Not one bit."

He could feel your body shake with quiet sobs in response to his words, his shirt being further soaked with your salty tears. He squeezed you a bit tighter.

"Will you let me help you? I'm not sayin' I have all the answers or that it'll be easy, ‘cause it won't. But we're in this together now, toots. I'll do whatever it takes to get ya through this. I mean it."

You were silent for a moment before you looked up at him and hesitantly nodded. The vulnerable look on your face was enough to break what was left of your clown’s heart as his eyes begin to sting slightly. He clenched his jaw to hold back his tears and pressed his lips to your forehead before pulling you closer against him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued to speak.

"We'll figure it out together, hm? Ya got me now. So you better come to me when you're feeling like doing it again. Doesn’t matter what I'm doing. Ya know I’ll drop everything for you."

"It's…hard for me to do that in the moment,” you confessed quietly. J nodded in understanding and gave you another small squeeze of reassurance.

"Try your best, doll. That's all I'm askin’. I don't expect ya not to slip up from time to time. I'll still be here when you do. But ya gotta help me help you. Alright?"

"Mhm…” You nodded in agreement.

"That's my doll." He kissed the top of your head, leaving traces of face paint in your hair. "I love you, and all that sappy shit,” he muttered.

You let out a small breathy laugh and pressed a kiss to his chest before squeezing him tighter. "I love you, J. Thank you."

J scoffed, but a tiny smile tugged at his lips all the same. "Yeah, yeah. Listen, I don't need your thanks. I just need ya to be strong for me. Think you can do that?"

"I'll try my best.”

"Good. You do that and I'll take care of the rest. I got your back, toots.” He kissed your head and squeezed you again for good measure, his fingers traveling from your back, up to your cheek, grazing over your tear-stained skin. He stared at you affectionately as you nuzzled against his touch.

Looking up at him once more, you offered him the best smile you could muster in the moment. It was weak, but you were trying. And that was enough.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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DC Masterlist

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into-crazy · 2 years

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juicy

Ledger!Joker x Reader drabble

Summary: The elotero comes around and you share a mango with J.

Warnings- The reader speaks Spanish, J being his usual self, pretty much fluff, ages 18+

Alright, so this is a very self indulgent piece that came into my head while I was eating a mango🥭 Now the reader doesn't necessarily have to be of Latino/Hispanic or any other ethnicities which speak Spanish to be able to read or connect with this. Since I know a lot of people who aren't but can speak little to pretty good Spanish. I also added the English translations to make it easier. I wrote this for funsies!

It's a warm, early evening in the city of Gotham and you are spending it at home. Joker has been here with you the entire day, and the only thing you've both done was relax. J came to terms with the fact that he needed a break too every now and then. A brief moment to rest up and refresh before he can go back out and resume terrorizing the city. Or having fun with his BFF- also known as- The Batman.

J was in a good mood today. He’d taken a shower this morning. Ate a proper breakfast which was prepared ever so lovingly by you. And he even watched a couple of movies with you on your couch without grumbling about being bored to death.

Now, he's sitting quietly next to you while you paint your toenails. His feet are propped up on the coffee table, arm extending along the top of the couch with his face pointed towards the ceiling. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady, but he's not asleep. He's just relishing in this peaceful atmosphere with you. Well, that and he really likes the strong scent of the nail polish for some strange reason. So he'll take any chance he can get to be by you when you bring out the polishes.

You finish with the nails on one foot and move on to the next. Dipping the brush in the bottle to collect more paint as you shift your legs around. A song by one of your favorite artists is playing on low volume on the television. You softly hum along to the tune of the music. Once you finish, you prop both your feet up right next to J's so that the polish can properly dry. You bring your attention towards J and you simply stare at him.

His hair is sprawled onto the cushion behind him. His face is completely bare, clear of the thick layers greasepaint he usually wears. So you can see every inch of his real face. He looks a lot different without the makeup on. Sure the areas around his eyes might be slightly stained due to the overuse of the black greasepaint. Though you can still see all of his handsome features. The tissue of his scars are a lot more visible, and you can't help but want to love on them each time you glance at them. But you know J wouldn't really appreciate the excessive affection towards them. He has to be in a very specific type of mood to allow you to give lots of love and attention to his scars.

Getting the familiar sense that you were looking at him, J opens his eyes. He turns his head slightly to find you doing just that. Gazing at him adoringly with a half smile.

"What?" He grumbles.

"Nothing." You hum, still looking at him with your sparkling gaze. "I just wanted to look at you. Is that a crime?"

J chuckles, "it's not. But I can show ya a real crime if you're interested."

You shake your head as you return the laugh. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"Can't say I don't try," he replies before glancing down at your feet. "Let me see."

You point your toes up and wiggle them so he can see the color you chose. "I like it. Just a little something to make my toes look a little nicer."

J hums, but he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't care what your toes look like. He'll just acknowledge the things that make you happy, even if they're insignificant to him.

The song that's playing on the TV is coming to an end as it fades out. As it does, you hear something outside. It sounds like a horn going off repeatedly. You know that sound. It's the familiar honking sound of a bicycle horn. Growing up, you'd hear that same sound almost every day in the neighborhood.

"The elotero!" You gasp excitedly as you jump off of the couch, practically running to the window so you can look outside. Your hasty actions catch J by surprise and he sits up fully.

"The what?"

"It's the corn man." You translate, peeking through the blinds to try and spot said man. After scanning the entire area, sure enough, you see him slowing coming down your street. Pushing his cart full of goodies straight your way. You press your finger rather aggressively against the glass to point him out. "There he is- right there!"

J is still confused as to what you are saying as he walks over to you. He peeks through to see what you're trying to show him. However, you move away from the window when he looks through. He spots him instantly. This man seems to be just a regular street vendor. So he tries to figure what the big deal is about. He then looks at you for an explanation as to why you've just lost your mind.

But there is no time to stop and explain, you might miss the guy if you do that. So you move and talk at the same time, slipping on your shoes and grabbing some cash out of your wallet. "He sells street food. They're called corn guys because they're mostly known for selling ears of corn on sticks. But they sell other stuff too, like shaved ice, candy, potato chips, chicharrones, and my favorite- mangos."

"Chi cha- who now? You must be making your own words up." J squints at one of the words you said.

You giggle heartily at his attempt. At least he tried. "Chicharrones," you repeat, "they're Mexican wheel chips. But hey, I will be right back. I'm going to go get a mango."

The door shuts and locks quickly behind you.

You feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you walk up towards the cart. Memories from your past replay in your mind. You remember the warm summer evenings when you would be chilling at home. Hearing the same horn coming from outside. It was always that same horn too. It could be a different man, a different day. But they all had the same horn, with the same distinct toot. Some just sounding more worn than others.

There was a small line of people, and you were the last one. So you waited there patiently. Wondering if J was peering down at you through the window. Upon glancing up, you find out that indeed he was. The blinds don't bend around like that by themselves. You laugh to yourself at the thought.

Finally, the person before you leaves and it is now your turn.

Walking up, you smile at the elotero as he greets you warmly.

"Hola buenas noches." // "Hello good evening."

"Buenas noches." You reply, "¿Puedo comprar un mango con chamoy y Tajín?" // "Good evening." ~ "Can I buy a mango with chamoy and Tajín?"

The man nods, and gets right to work on putting it together. He does it effortlessly, you can tell he's been doing this for years. It takes him no more than four minutes to cut up the fruit into slices and add them into a large container along with all the other ingredients and toppings. Once he's finished, he places a fork in there and wraps two napkins around it then hands the cup to you.

You take it graciously, "Gracias. ¿Cuánto es?" // "Thank you. How much is it?"

"Cuatro cincuenta." // "Four fifty."

He stands there while you open up your wallet to take out the cash. You hand him a five dollar bill, and he gives you two quarters back. "Muchas gracias." // "Thanks a lot."

The elotero gives a final nod, then carries on with his cart. Honking the horn as he continues down the street.

Making your way back to your apartment, you couldn't help but stare at the cup the entire way. Stumbling over a step on the stairs and almost dropping it by not paying attention.

Once you're inside, you head into the kitchen where J is. Standing there, waiting for you. You place the cup on top of the counter and excitedly remove one of the mango slices. There was no time to waste as you've waiting too long already. Your mouth waters just before you bring it to your mouth and bite into it. Savoring the sweet and sour taste of the piece.

"Mm," you sigh happily. Your taste buds are finally satisfied.

You look over at J while continuing with the fruit. He examines the contents of the container, trying to figure out what's all in there. You're wondering what he's thinking, since the look on his face is blank.

"Well that uh, looks like a lot going on. What is that dark stuff and those red flakes?" He asks pointing at it.

"That is chamoy, which is basically a saucy condiment." You point out, licking said sauce from your fingertips. "And that's Tajín. It's like a salty, spicy seasoning."

J gets a closer look. "That doesn't sound like something ya put on fruit."

You hum, "it's good, try it." Grabbing a slice, you hold it out to him. He looks at you, a skeptical look on his face while he determines whether to take it or not. You grow impatient, and further insist. "What? Are you allergic to mangos or something?"

"No." He draws out.

"So try it then. You seem interested. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing here pondering over them like that."

J looks down at the fruit then plucks it out of your hand. He looks it over for a brief second and takes a huge bite out of it. His face switches from unamused to that of intrigue with every chew. He quickly downs the rest and goes in for another. "Alright, these are not bad at all."

His response makes you grin, content with his admitted approval. "I know, they're so good. So sweet and juicy."

"Yeah they are." He hums, lewdly slurping on one of the mango slices. "They remind me of you." He licks his lips and you gasp.

"Joker!" You exclaim. Even though you've known J for quite some time now, you will never deny the fact that he still(and probably always will) have the power to make you blush profusely with his suggestive ways.

You both spend the next five minutes laughing with one another while finishing up the rest of the mango slices together.

#into-crazy #heath ledger joker #tdk joker #the dark knight joker #ledger joker x reader #joker x reader #ledger joker #ledger!joker #ledger joker imagine #joker imagine #the dark knight

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j0kers-light · 2 months

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His Angel (series masterlist)

Summary:

Y/n is secretly a guardian angel with a home base in Gotham City. All of your previous assignments have passed on peacefully and you fail to take on another; much to your counsel's growing concern. You spend your days blending in with the citizens of Gotham until an unexpected encounter throws your entire existence upside down.

story tags: stranger to lovers, star crossed lovers, slow burn, 18+ smut, some religious lore, canon Joker, dc comic/batman references, fluff and smut, guardian angel!Reader, reader insert but written with a black!reader in mind

His Angel Chapters

His Angel Oneshots

His Angel Head Canons

Story status is to be determined!

Future Taglist:

@alittlesmartcookie @reneisance @cheetahspy @darthjokerisyourfather @xxrougefangxx

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lambtotheslaughterr · 5 days

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500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS OPEN✨

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

beau<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot

2. virgin!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends)

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate)

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot

10.

#dark!fic #non con fic #500 followers celebration #requests open #get in while you can

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Kinktober 18th: Without A Little Risk

aka knives with The Joker

0.7k words

Summary: J watches how you respond to his pocketknife being at your throat as he fingers you.

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x reader

Content Warnings: knives, fingering (reader receiving, with the leather gloves on), getting somewhat of a sneak peek into J's mind (he thinks about killing you, doesn't actually do it), slight choking, let me know if I missed anything

~ "Stay right there, doll. Right there, don't move. Not an inch."

His last three words were slower, each more pronounced. J's eyes are trained on you, hungry and dark. The whites of his eyes were a stark contrast to the black ink smeared all around his eyelids and cheeks. It seemed to be impossible for him to look away, but as he struggled a bit to pull something out of his jacket pocket, he had to. You whined softly at the loss, and he gave a small squeeze to your throat, leather squeaking at the movement. You weren't sure if it was meant to be comforting or threatening. Perhaps both.

When he had secured the item he had been rummaging for, he pulled it from his pocket and showing it to you. It was a small pocket knife, a shiny red handle. He flipped the blade out, examining it for a moment before slowly pointing it at you.

Your breath hitched and you could feel your pulse quickening under the pressure of his fingers. You'd anticipated this, but having him in front of you was another feeling completely.

"Everything off." He grunted, and your fingers were quick to move, unbuttoning your shirt and tugging your pants and underwear as far down as you could without pulling too far away from him.

J watched with fascination. You didn't struggle or cry. You wanted this, he knew you did. You liked it. His eyes flitted down to your exposed pussy, already dripping onto the bedsheets.

"Fuck." Was all J could say, breathless at the sight. The hand gripping your throat was replaced by the blade of the knife, pressed against you enough to scare you but barely not enough to draw blood. His free hand trailed your body, making you shiver with anticipation. His touch was feather-light, but held no less power. His hand soon found purchase in between your thighs. Upon instinct, you tried to close your thighs, but J was quick to push them apart.

"Gotta keep 'em open, pretty. I want to see." His voice was deeper with a slight hint of tease. Two fingers found your aching clit, rolling over it in slow, careful motions. The cold leather made you gasp, hips squirming under his grasp.

You weren't sure if you wanted to run away or pull him closer. The extremes of warm and cold overwhelmed you- the blade of his knife, his breath fanning your face, his gloves against your pulsing core.

J was taking the view of you in. The sounds you made, the way your eyes fluttered closed. You were so vulnerable in the moment. The thought occurred to him: he could all too easily kill you right now. The thought rolled around in the back of his mind as his gloved fingers, thoroughly slicked, slid into you with ease. J groaned when he felt your cunt flutter around his fingers. You gasped out a moan when he began moving them, curling and pressing in all the right places.

Once the motion had become routine for his hand, his focus turned to the knife in his other hand. He dragged it slowly from your throat to your collarbones, chest, stomach, and back up again.

Your high was approaching, you could feel it. Your skin was on fire and J was only feeding the sensation. Your hips rolled to meet his fingers, diligent in their work to coax an orgasm out of you. Your eyes were screwed shut, head falling backwards as it washed over you, white-hot and pure bliss. Mindless babbling of "fuck", "please", "oh God" fell from your lips.

"There ya go. Just like that." He muttered. He seemed to notice just enough to slow down, coax you through your orgasm and make it last, but just the same he seemed to be focused elsewhere. The knife- his eyes had barely left it since it had found its place against your neck.

J was a man of few words in the bedroom, preferring to get straight to it. It was raw and breathless and unexpected with him. Which is why you found such pleasure in being able to put together what was going through his head right now. You could only imagine how much restraint it was taking him not to draw blood, lick it from the knife, whatever the hell else he had in mind for you.

But hey, what's a reward without a little risk?

~ I AM SO SORRY IF THIS IS HORSE SHIT IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THE JOKER

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darklylucid · 1 year

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For The Love Of Duality...

So...I was doing some (early) Spring cleaning in the computer room and found an old shoebox filled with a veritable tangle of miscellaneous cables, two dusty modems, a broken gaming mouse and one CD-R curiously labeled, ‘Pics & Docs 2008’.

Back in 2008, I wrote a rather eclectic collection of what I call ‘fic bits’ that basically read like excerpts from completed stories from both the Marvel and DC comics universe, ‘Halloween’, ‘Friday The 13th’, and even one from the 1990 Liam Neeson film ‘Darkman’.

Now, I’ve loved Heath Ledger’s Joker from the 2008 film ‘The Dark Knight’ from the moment I saw him (despite not having much of a love for ‘clowns’), but when you combine that with my long-standing love for another of DC comic’s most iconic villains, Two-Face, and my strong ‘Polyamorous inclinations’, is it any wonder that I came up with one hell of a sexy thought involving the two of them?

Cheerfully posted for the love of sexy murder men and because I *knew* @frenzy-b would appreciate it, here’s something I wrote way back in 2008.

Enjoy!

Warning - slightly NSFW Heath Ledger Joker x Two-Face x GN reader content under the cut, slight fear play, knife play...

You're in the middle of a huge bed covered in expensive black silk sheets and you're sitting in Harv's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist with your hands fisted in the collar of his shirt and he's kissing you so hard, so ruthlessly you're convinced your mouth's going to be bruised in the morning.

For a moment you forget that there's someone else on the bed besides you and 'Big Bad Harv', but when you feel the ice cold edge of a knife blade edge delicately up your spine, you can't help but jump, break the kiss and let out a frightened gasp.

You'd nearly forgotten he was there, kneeling on the bed behind you because he's so damned quiet, and you shiver when that cold blade comes to rest at the nape of your neck, just pressing lightly against your sensitive skin.

To be honest, you're DAMN afraid to turn your head and look behind you. You've always been afraid of clowns, ‘Coulrophobia’ your psych called it, and the Joker, well, he makes himself up like a clown to scare people on purpose. That’s why it took so damn long to convince him to come ‘au natural’ tonight...he’s frightening already, and you had made it very, VERY clear that if he wanted in, he’d either come sans makeup, or he could stay the hell away from you.

However, neither of you had even considered thinking of placing restrictions on ‘toys’, so when you press your face into Harv's shoulder and literally cling to his shirt, simply needing the reassurance that he’s not going to let anything bad happen to you like he promised, you can feel the tension rise in the room.

You hear the Joker licking his lips, running his tongue along the scars along the inside of his cheeks, a habit of his you're almost ashamed to admit is a little kinky, and you hold your breath when you hear Harv give a low threatening growl. You've heard that noise before, and it’s not hard to imagine that every time he's made it, he's killed someone who’s pissed him off.

You can feel his body tensing and his body start to shift when the knife suddenly slides down your neck, around to the front of your body and the flat part of the blade caresses gently down your side, and you don't have even a moment to think before you’re letting out a low breathy moan and unexpectedly arching your back in pleasure.

You open your eyes to see Harv alternating between giving you a confused look and the man behind you one that promises a slow, painful death if he makes one wrong move. Harv's got a temper on him, and you KNOW that if you don't do something fast, there's gonna be one hell of a bloody mess to clean up later.

Taking a slow shaky breath, you reach up, cup your trembling hand against the ruined side of Harv's face and force him to look only at you. "I...I liked it..." you manage to gasp out, shivering slightly as the Joker takes a little initiative and begins trailing the fingertips of his gloved hand against your other side, goosebumps erupting all over your body as a wave of chills moves through you.

For a moment, you can actually see a war waging in his eyes. On one side, the unblemished side, you see Harvey peering out at you, concerned, worried and hesitant, but only for a moment. With a fluidity and swiftness that frightens you, Harvey's suddenly gone, and in his place Harv slowly forms a wolfish grin and chuckles darkly.

"I always knew you were a kinky bitch" he rasps lowly, his face twisting into a horrible parody of a smile before he's kissing you again, and this time he holds you still when you writhe against him as the Joker begins a thorough exploration of your vulnerable, exposed back with the pocket knife he always seems to be playing with.

It's only when your lungs start screaming for air that you're forced to fight against him, clawing at his chest and leaving scarlet nail marks that he relents, allowing you to slump against him, gasping and twitching. You feel the Joker shifting around on the bed behind you, and you moan low in your throat when he reaches forward, places his hands on your shoulders and slowly begins pulling you backwards towards him.

You're surprised and even a little shocked, he's never allowed you to even so much as touch him before, and now he's encouraging you to do just that. Not wanting to make him think that you're ungrateful, you relax and allow him to pull you against him until your back is pressed against his chest, and, feeling a little brave, you tilt your head back and to the side and press your cheek against his shoulder.

At first, unlike Harv, who smells like expensive aftershave, cologne, cigar smoke and gun powder, all you can smell is the residue of the makeup he removed earlier, the lingering, mingled aromas of white face paint, cherry red lipstick and black eyeliner.

However, when you close your eyes, tilt you head up a little higher and inhale deeply with your nose pressed close against his bare skin, only then do you catch the scent of the real him, something reminiscent of an open dirt road in the summer, dry, dusty and earthy, and you like it. If Harv is refined, Joker’s wild, and you’ve always been a fan of contrasts.

'He's gone this far...how far will he let ME go?' you wonder just before you flick out the tip of your tongue and taste him, and another chill runs down your spine when he lets out a surprised laugh.

Opening your eyes you notice that Harv's still grinning at you, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when he begins stripping his shirt off, taking his time and undoing each button slowly, and with every inch of skin that he reveals you can feel yourself getting hotter...wetter.

Unlike Joker, who's not about brawn so much as brains, Harv's definitely got the edge in physical strength, and your fingers twitch with the need to run your hands over the newly exposed expanse of smooth lean muscle, but the instant you try to move away from Joker, it's the knife blade suddenly at your throat that stops you, freezes you in place.

AND...that’s all I wrote of it.

I’m such a tease, aren’t I?

#DC comics #Heath Ledger Joker #Two-Face x reader #Joker x reader #Two-Face x Joker x reader

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depravity-n-savagery · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to your favorite writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Oh yay! This actually pretty tough. See, I'm new to writing fics on Tumblr, but I've been posting fics on Ao3 and Wattpad for a loooooonngg time. Some of the favorite things I've written aren't even on here 🤣 but I'll post links.

1. Probably obvious, but I really love Inside The Black 🖤 I put a lot of emotion into it. So happy to see a lot of people enjoyed it. 😁 (Stranger Things fandom. Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader)

2. Heartstrings ♡ I mean, I really just dove into my favorite things. Hands, guitarists, worship and submission, MMMF! 💞 Definitely one of my faves. (Stranger Things fandom. Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader)

3. Kiss, Marry, Kill ♡ It warmed my heart, and honestly I love any chance to write Billy fluff. And this was the fluffiest fluff I have ever floofed. (Stranger Things fandom. Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader)

4. Now this where I get into the stuff on other platforms. (Ao3) Behind Bars ♡ This is a short one I wrote about Joker. A mixture of Heath Ledger's Joker and some tattoo inspiration from Jared's Joker (purely because I just...like tattoos). (Joker, Batverse/Gotham, DC fandom. Joker x (fem)Reader)

5. Probably a fic that people have seen the LEAST. The fandoms involved are pretty old, so it doesn't really get seen 😅 but I love it nonetheless, and continue to write it. (Yes, it's an ongoing series).(Ao3) The Moscow Strangers ♡ so it's a mix up of Slash from Guns N' Roses, Michael Jackson, other famous musicians from the 80s/early 90s. And it is DARK. Pretty much an innocent young woman (original character) that gets herself roped up into the rockstar life and bites off more than she can chew.

But yup, that's my top 5 out of the fics that I've written so far. Might change down the line. ♡

#fanfiction #ao3 writer #ask

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severussnapeisabigmood · 3 years

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RULES

18+ ONLY!

I will not write —

incest, anything that makes me uncomfortable ( I have the right to deny a request if I don't want to write it ) , abuse ( if it's mentioned for their past, that's fine but I will not allow for canon characters to abuse reader or oc ), cheating, self-harm, character x character, changing someone’s sexuality ( if a character is gay, please don't request a female reader as a love interest for a gay guy ), if I think of anything else I’ll add it since I can't think of anything else at the moment. though I'm only writing for characters I feel like writing for, so if they're not listed, please don't ask. If I feel like it in the future I'll add them but for now, it's my choice who I want to write for.

I will write —

poly character x reader/oc x character, nsfw, fluff, angst, fics, headcanons, one shots, plus-sized reader/oc, poc reader/oc, female reader/oc, gender neutral reader/oc and more!

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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I Am Back From My Break!

So! Here's my plan!

I'll be slowly getting back into writing again, starting off with the requests that have been requested before and during my break. After that I will start with my poll fics LINK HERE, and my Superman/Clark Kent series along with those! And feel free to send in requests!