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(October) Imagine:

You were the Joker’s most loyal sidekick, but it came with a price. You’d never see your friends and family ever again. Once he decided that he wanted you to work for him, he knew he had to turn you into a heartless person. So, he kidnapped you, tortured you and fried your brains. After the unspeakable things you did with him, you knew hell awaited. And you’d probably relive the painful process of being turned into a weapon over and over again.

Under My Protection

 Requested by anon: jared leto joker drabble 34 please and thankyou - haley 

 Pairing: Joker X Reader

 Word count: 837

 Drabble:  He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.

 Part 2


 You and Harley have been best friends since you gave her shelter when Batman was after her. That was two years ago. Since then, she has been trying to drag you into her world. You can’t lie, you kinda like it. The loud music, the long nights and the expensive gifts she always brings you.

 Right now you hear her, breaking in your apartment again. At 3 a.m. Groaning and tossing around, you hope she’s just looking for something. But of course not.

 “Wake up! Wake up!” She swings the door open, making you jump on the bed and sit up. “Guess who you’ll meet tonight?”

 “Who?” You ask in a sleepy voice.

 “My ex.” Her bright smile doesn’t fade. Harley broke up definitely with the Joker.

 The Joker. Like, the baddest of the bad. You never saw the man and you honestly don’t want to. It’s good to know that Harley finally got over him, and now they’re just partners in crime.

 “I don’t want to meet him.” You push her away playfully when she jumps in your bed. “You can go and tell him I said ‘hi’.”

 “No. You’re coming. Now go and put on that dress I gave you.”

 Arguing with Harley is useless, so you get up and take a quick shower. She gave you many dresses. You choose the purple one, wich you haven’t wear yet. With a sigh, you leave the bathroom, just to put another smile on your friend’s face.

 “That’s how I like it. This will be a funny night.”

 “I know.”


 The car is stolen, that’s obvious. When she stops, you can’t help but beg her to take you back home. But no. Harley drags you through alleys and them downstairs until the most ridiculous dance club you’ve ever seen. Everything seems expensive, and these people seem to be very, very rich.

 “Holy shit. There are, like… People from the government here.”

 “Well, just don’t tell anyone.”

 You’d answer, but Harley screams. She guides you throughout the endless tables and many girls to what seems to be the backstage.

 “He doesn’t live here, so don’t ask him that.” That’s when you notice that she’s knocking on a wooden door. Soon enough someone opens it.

 “So you brought me a gift.” The man stares down at you, funny eyes and a weird smile. The Joker is even scarier in person.

 “She’s not a gift. She’s (Y/N). Remember?”

 “Such a pretty little thing…” When he allows you both to walk in, you pretend not to be surprised. Three dead bodies beside his huge desk, and lots of different guns on it.

 “Now. Let’s get to business.” Harley says in a singsong voice.

 “No. I want to get to know this friend of yours.” Joker sits on the couch, ignoring the men who come to drag the corpses to God knows where.

 They both keep staring, waiting for you to say something.

 “What? You’re a freaking villain, I don’t know what to say.” Rolling your eyes, you sit on his desk, not bothering to ask for permission. “This is insane. Three dead men? Seriously?”

 “Oh, she’s so sweet, isn’t she?” Harley grabs Joker’s arm and shakes it. But his eyes don’t leave you until it starts to feel uncomfortable.

 “Yes, she is.”

 His low voice sends shivers down your spine. Crossing your legs, you clean your throat, trying to make this weird sensation go away.

 “So. You two have business?”

 “Yes. I actually have business with many people, as you can see.” Joker stands up, walking up to his desk.

 Choosing to be smart, you jump to the ground, but when you step away from the desk, he stops right before you, blocking your way. His eyes are locked on yours, so you can’t help being a bit scared.

 “Let me…”

 His cold fingers touch your chin, caressing your skin.

 “I have dangerous people coming and I don’t want you anywhere near them.” Joker turns to face Harley, who’s still sitting there, a smile on her lips. “Take her home, Harley. She’s under my protection.”

 Before you could say anything, Harley takes you by the hand and drags you out the club. You wanted to stay. To see those men, to see more of Joker.

 Harley gladly drives you home through the dark and empty streets of Gotham.

 “Sooooooo. Did you like him?”

 “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” You take a deep breath. She wouldn’t let it go. “But yes, I guess he’s not that… bad.”

 “I knew it! I rather him to date you than any of those bitches.” She turns left, forcing you to hold onto your seat.

 “Okay then.”

 “I’m not gonna be the only one breaking into your apartment at 3 a.m. now.”

 You can’t help but laugh. This life isn’t for you, well, that’s what you tell yourself every night. But you have to admit: it does make you feel alive. Now you can barely wait for Joker to break into your apartment.

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J O K E R ☟

Original Fics

 Chemical Baptism Pt.1
 Chemical Baptism Pt. 2
 The Outsider Pt. 1
 The Outsider Pt. 2
 The Outsider Pt. 3
The Outsider Pt. 4
The Outsider Pt. 5
The Outsider Pt. 6
The Outsider Pt. 7
Trust Pt 1
Trust Pt. 2
Trust Pt. 3
Trust Pt. 4
Trust Pt. 5
Trust Pt. 6
Trust Pt. 7
Trust Pt. 8

Original Headcanons

 Sweet Sixteen
 Normal Halloween
 Dating
 Uncle Frost
 Interrupting Business
 Wedding Day
 Driving Lesson
 Crush on Frost
 Perfume
 Smile Kiss
 Phone
 Pathologist 
 New Crowd
 Runaway
Affair with Frost
GTA
Dance
Jewelry
Nightmares
Baby Clown Princess
Falling Asleep on Couch
Graduation 
Clown Twins

Original Imagines

 Purple Lamborghini
 Boyfriend
 Too Many Clowns Pt 2
 Too Many Clowns Pt 3
 Too Many Clowns Pt. 4
 Dating Reaction
 Arkham Break
 Caught At The Club
 Away From You
 Saving You From Arkham
 Too Many Clowns Pt. 5
 The Visit 
 Guy Bothering You
 Adopted 
 Makeover
 Introduction
 Too Many Clowns Pt. 6
 Visiting Jerome
 FULL visiting jerome
 True Love
 Saving Joker
Jerome making you feel better
Joker and the first date
First Kill
The Killing Joke (not dceu joker)
Joker’s Son
Joker Getting The Last Kiss
Running From His Family
Getting Tattoos
Joker Thinking Of His Daughter In Arkham

Imagine Requests

 Weakness
Father’s Day
To The Rescue
 Metahuman
Too Many Clowns Part 1
Where’s Harley
Where’s Harley Sequel
Replacements
 Princess Resurrection
Trick or Treat
 Don’t Know Her
Apology
 Stalker
 Betrayal
 Heir
 Homecoming
 Unexpected Love
 Unexpected Love Pt. 2
 Reunited
 Escape
 No Makeup
 Losing Virginity 
 Birth
Dating Wayne
 Sent To Belle Reve
 Wheelchair
 Bride
 Ballerina
 Defense
 Panic Attack
 Ballet Company
 Stripper
Pass The Salt
 Coming Out
 Suicide Attempt
You Broke My Heart
 Reunited Pt. 2
 Reveal
Return After 5 Years
Artist
Newborn
Jerome’s Chemical Wedding
Dance Competition 
Dr. Harleen Quinzel
Damon Salvatore
Date Night
Jerome’s Baby
Home Movie
I Love You
The Funeral
Revenge
Big Brother Jerome
Gagsworth
American Horror Story
Metahuman Genes
Tattoo
That Dress
Fear Toxin
Present For A Princess
Kidnapped
New Puppy

Headcanon Requests

 Drunk
 Harley’s Daughter
 Clown Baby
 Violin
 Grief 
The Riddler
Ed and Jon
Villains
Dating Joker’s Daughter Would Include
Possession (Joker’s Son)
Jealousy
Autism
Hair
At The Beach
Sneaking Out
Smitten By You (Joker’s Son)

J A R E D L E T O  ☟

Original Fics

 Modeling 
 Stepfather
 Nightmare
 VYRT

Original Imagines

 Jealous Rock Star
 Christmas Morning
 On Set
 Boyfriend Meeting The Band
 Bad Day
 Watching Him Perform
 Protective Dad
 Sleeping in the Studio
 Skyping
 Crying
 Separation Anxiety
 Home From A Date
 It Felt Like Years
 Jared vs Shannon
 Shannon to the Rescue
 Rayon
 Fight with Mom
In the Joker Character 
 After Party
 Making him Jealous
 Night terrors
 Asked About You
 Interview
 Bodyguard
 Adopted
 Hurting
 Don’t Leave
 License 
 Puppy
Dating Cameron Monaghan
Hating Touring
Packing
Nick Lowell
Doctor’s Visit
Missing His Girls On Christmas
Daughter Meeting Girlfriend
Ellen Asking About Daughter
Borrowing His Clothes
Jared Fighting For You

Imagine Requests

Dating His Friend
Drug Addiction
Road trip 
Breakup
Harry
Artifact
Step Mom
Cutting
Mr. J
Changes
Quinceanera
How I Met Your Mother
Stockholm Syndrome

Original Headcanons

 Personality
 Diving
Suicide Squad Set
Being his daughter would include

Headcanon Requests

 Lyrics

N O R M A N  R E E D U S

Original Headcanons

Being his daughter would include

S H A N N O N  L E T O 

Original Headcanons

Being his daughter would include

N I C K  L O W E L L 

Original Imagines

A Look

C I L L I A N  M U R P H Y  

Original Headcanons

Being his daughter would include
Falling For Joe Cole

J O H N N Y  D E P P  

Headcanon Requests

Saying Goodbye

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Me Time (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine trying to have some alone time but the Joker doesn’t know the meaning of space.”

Requested by @stimahagen: “Could please make an imagine where the Joker falls in love with the reader and he becomes super clingy? would be so cute”


The morning sun was pushing its way through the heavy curtains that hung against the windows. You groaned, attempting to get out of bed. Tight arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you there. You couldn’t help but smile, letting yourself settle back down into the mattress. Eventually, his arms loosened from you and he rolled over. You waited for a few minutes then slowly got out of bed.

You tiptoed through the house, seeking out the kitchen. You never missed out on your chance to have alone time. You pulled some stuff out of the fridge and cabinets, placing them on the counter as you started to cook breakfast. You made sure to make a separate plate for the Joker, knowing that he’d probably be hungry when he woke up. Once you were done cooking, you sat down at the table and enjoyed your peaceful meal in solace. You watched the sun peak out from behind the clouds, a soft smile on your face. You picked up your empty plate and brought it to the kitchen. You paused for a moment, thinking that you heard something from upstairs. He should sleep for another hour or so, or at least you hoped.

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Imagine being the sassy part of the Suicide Squad. At first you are damned to be stuck with a bunch of crazy people, but all of you grow closer and become eventually friends. Or a family like Harley calls you. Even if you would never admit it, they are your family.

Imagine being the Daughter of these two.....

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

-When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again. 

-He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery. 

-It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.

-Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.

-When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief. 

-You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week. 

-You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.” 

-Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)

-When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears. 

-Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.” 

“Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town. 

-Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection

Originally posted by tentamos-ser-tumbler

-Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.

-Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)

-Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you. 

-Your first boyfriend refused to take you on a date, because he was embarrassed that he agreed to date you. 

-When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.

-You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.” 

-Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra. 

-You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you

-You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties. 

-Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you. 

-Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.

-Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.

Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

-When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out. 

-That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”

-When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.

-So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,

-Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents. 

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Imagine your favourite squad member breaking into your house through a window but they immediately regret it since your sass is too much for them.

~

I was woken suddenly with a sound of smashed glass and I rushed through to the hall.

Some bastard had broken my window!

“ See you people! You villains with your dramatic entrances! I’m sick of it! Do you know how much replacing a window costs? Do you know how much hiring a glazier to come and fix the damn expensive window costs? NO! Why can’t you use the door like an ordinary human being! ” I was ranting for so long they didn’t even get a chance to talk.

I took their ear and dragged them to the front door and opened it and put them on the doormat.

“ Knock! ” I said before slamming the door.

A sheepish knock came from outside.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“ Yes? What can I do for you? ” I asked.

“ Can we use your apartment for a hiding spot? ” they asked.

“ Of course. Be careful, there’s smashed glass at the end of the hallway. ” I said.

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his fingers skimmed your face so lightly you questioned whether he made contact at all, “my little bird.” he whispered, “so fragile.” his hand went to the wall next to your head, fist clenching, “you know i would ruin anything that dared to touch my little bird.”

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it appears i have a thing for the petname ‘little bird’ when being spoken by hella powerful men

Smutty September Materlist!

Stiles’ surprise ~Stiles Silinski~ 

Like in the movies ~Carl Grimes~

Do you hate me now? ~Klaus Mikaelson~

Carl’s mistakes ~Carl Grimes~

Bonnie and Damon are sharing! ~Bamon threesome~

Seth’s slut ~Seth Rollin~

Riding to recovery ~Finn Balor~

Get yourself off ~Roman Reigns~

Enjoying the show ~Sterek threesome~

Pull my hair ~Carl Grimes~

Roles reversed ~Joker~

Klaus’ beta ~Klaus Mikaelson~

Harley’s pillow princess  ~Harley Quinn~

In 1994 ~Kai Parker~

Litlle mouse ~Kai Parker~

Blow me ~Elijah Mikaelson~

“I’m on the phone…” ~Elijah Mikaelson~

Punishing Katherine ~Katherine Pierce~

Because…daddy ~Klaus Mikaelson~

Oh…Jesus! ~Jesus~

Relentless ~Joker~

Everyone’s watching ~Joker~

The Joker’s new toy ~Joker~

Joker’s property ~Joker~

Nurse Joy (Task Force x Reader)

Warning: Mentions Of Wounds

Originally posted by fatalitum

“Nurse (Y/N), they are asking for you.” One of the newly recruited nurses called you out from your chambers.

You were the head nurse in Belle Reeve. Yes, indeed was a weird place to work in but you were never a fan of normalcy.

You were the best there was and that is why Waller had assigned you as the main nurse for her Task Force. And, oh, dear, they got wounded a lot.

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Desperate Times (Joker x Reader)

Okay. I’m so sorry guys, I know it’s been about 80000 years since I’ve posted but I’ve just had really bad writers block and I’ve been really busy with work and school and whatnot but here it is. 

This was a request from an anon: “Could you please make an imagine where the reader is given to Mistah J because they were in debt to him. He immediately because super obsessed with her, but the reader is very scared of him <3 <3″ 

This is like decently close to the request just i couldn’t figure out what to write. I’m sorry!!!!! 

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“Please, no Mr. Joker, I’ll give you anything. You can have anything.” You saw the man beg for his life, for another chance. It disgusted you to see him like this. To see the man you once knew as your father beg for drugs. You shook your head in disgust and turned away. You had no idea why but he insisted you be there with him, maybe it’s ‘cause he knew it could very well be one of his last days, if not his last.

“Anything?” The green haired man purred as he circled your father. Your father nodded and looked you in the eyes as if he were apologizing. Confusion clouded your mind as to why he would be apologizing. Maybe it was for being a shitty father, or for making you witness this horrid interaction.

“You can have my daughter,” he stated simply. You eyes snapped open and your back straightened.

“Excuse me? No you can’t have me and what the fuck dad?” You said in disbelief.

“Oh she’s feisty, I like her. You’ve got yourself a deal there Mr. You can keep your life, and your drugs, in exchange for this lovely creature,” he said as his looked you up and down, drinking in every detail of your body.

“No. Dad what the hell is wrong with you? You’re not actually serious are you?” Your voice dropped as the look in his eyes confirmed that he was in fact serious about selling you to the Joker.

“I’m sorry Y/N. There’s nothing else I can do,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had gotten to this point. Your heart broke as you watched the man you once looked up to pick drugs over his own daughter.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun together little miss Y/N,” the Joker snarled in your ear. You flinched as his hands came down on your shoulders.

“Dad… How could you?” He looked down in shame and walked out of the room without a word. Tears were streaming steadily down your face as you stared at the door he had just left through.

“Hm. Dads, am I right?” The Joker broke the silence in the room. “Hi doll face, I’m the Joker, the man that your father is seriously indebted to, and you belong to me now! You can call me Mr. J,” he said, extending a hand towards you as if to shake hands. You glanced down at his hand and ignored the offer. “Oh sweetheart now that’s just rude. That won’t fly doll. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna have to teach you a lesson then. Take a seat,” he said as he pulled you down to sit next to him. His face got serious and you knew you were in trouble. “You belong to me now. That means you do what I want, when I want, and where I want. If you disobey me sweetcheeks, you get punished. Are we clear doll face?” He gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You nodded and he released your face. “What’s your name sweets?”

“Y/N,” you said simply. He stared at you with a bored look as if he was expecting you to say more. You stared back in defiance and he let out a long displeased groan.

“Not a talker are we? I can change that y’know,” he said with a maniacal smile as he pulled his shiny gun out of the holster under his jacket. He lifted the gun and caressed your soft cheeks with the cool, hard metal. You stared him dead in his crazy eyes as he tried to scare you with the powerful weapon in his hands. His face fell as he realized you weren’t scared and you wouldn’t open up to him. “Now tell me doll, am I gonna have to find some other ways of getting you to open that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Fine. What do you want to know. You get three questions, choose wisely,” you said, boredom dripping in your words. Your father had dragged you in to a world of guns and violence, this was not the first time you had been threatened at gun point and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

The Joker raised his non-existent eyebrow and stared you down. He was vastly impressed by your cool composure and lack of fear. Most in your shoes would be trembling, begging for their dear lives but you, you just sat there, bored with his games and his old intimidation tactics.

“And who do you think you are making demands?” He sneered angrily.

“I’m just trying to get this show on the road. Question one, two more to go. Like I said Mr. J, choose wisely.”

“I like your spunk sweetcheeks. Alright, why aren’t you scared? Most people would be terrified out of their minds, why not you?” He inquired.

“You’re not the first basket case my father has pissed off. I’ve been tied down, beat, interrogated, the works. I’m used to it now. My father owes a lot of people a lot of money but what they always fail to realize is that I mean little to nothing to him. I must admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re different than the others. He’s offered me up before y’know? No one’s ever agreed but you, you fell for it,” you explained. He stared at you with a confused look spread across is tattooed porcelain skin. “Stop staring,” you said.

He stared at you open mouthed and went to wrap his hand around your neck only to retract quickly. “You doll, are special, that’s for sure. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have. Last question, do you like the left or the right side of the bed?” He threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his infamous laugh ringing through your ears and the small room you two were seated in.

You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned at the stupidity of this man. “Right,” you said as you got up from the small couch. “Can we go now? I would really like to get out of here and take a shower. I’m assuming there’ll be towels and whatnot ready for me? Clothes maybe?” He shook his head at you and wrapped his hand in your hair and yanked back.

“Now listen here Y/N, just because you’re not scared of me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. I’m sure you’ve heard of some of the things I’ve done and trust me honey, I can do worse,” he spoke in a deep, threatening voice. You felt the tip of his gun press against the center of your back. You had to admit that you were a little scared. The other men you dealt with were nothing like him. He was deadly, ruthless, and he could crack at any moment. “Now that we have the all cleared up let’s get this show on the road shall we?” His mood switched instantly.

A while later you pulled up to a lavish place. You were unsure of what to expect from him but you figured it shouldn’t surprise you that he lives in such an extravagant set up. He pulled you up from your elbow and you followed him inside. It was beautiful as you had expected upon seeing the outside of the house. Gold everything, marble counters, purple accents strewn around the house.

You glanced around, taking in what would be your new house.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled to yourself mostly. His hands came down on your shoulders in a gentle way, his hands travelling up and down your shoulders. You leaned your head to the side allowing a pleasant stretch to the tense muscles of your neck. “Do you live here all alone?” you inquired.

“No, the maid lives here, a few of my more trusted henchmen, for security measures. Not that I couldn’t protect myself, just don’t wanna do all the work myself,” he answered. You hummed in acknowledgement and continued to scan the room around you. “The room’s upstairs, I already had some of my men pick up your stuff from your father’s place, if you need anything else just tell me and I’ll send someone out to get it,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. You nodded, and dragged yourself up to what looked like a spare room. You plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

So this is what my life is like now, you thought to yourself, looking around the lavish room. Joker stepped up to the doorway and stared you down before sitting down next to you on the big fluffy bed. “Why am I here Joker?”

“Please, call me Mr. J, Joker sounds… Too formal. I want you here because you’re a beautiful girl, your father did me wrong, and I want to make him pay.”

“Hah… Well jokes on you Mr. J. My father doesn’t care about me. Keeping me here is doing nothing but giving him the chance to shamelessly waste away without me yelling at him. You’re doing him a favor,” you explained. He nodded and spread a wide silver grin across his pale tattooed face.

“Y’know doll, maybe I just want your lovely company,” he said sarcastically.

“Y’know, maybe I just can’t stand your company,” you retorted. Before you could react, his hand came across your skin with a harsh sting. The force behind it made you fall back and place a tender touch on your cheek. You looked down, cowering away in fear. You loved to put on the tough girl act. Sure, you had dealt with crazies but nothing that ever came close to the Joker.

A slow tear dripped down your soft cheek. His eyes widened at the realization that he had made you cry. “Can you please leave me alone,” you muttered.

“Shit Y/N are you okay doll?” His voice was a bit quieter than before.

“Please just leave.” You were shaking, terrified to be in the same room as this psychotic, dangerous man.

“What’s wrong sweets?” You looked at him with a look of disbelief.

“You just slapped me across the face. If I’m being totally honest, I’m terrified right now. You scare the living daylights out of me. The moment I saw you I was scared for my life. I don’t want you in here. If I’m going to have to live with you I want to be left alone… I don’t want to be scared for my life. Please just go…” He looked at you, shock on his face.

“Alright. If you need something you can let someone know.” He placed a hand on your hunched back and left.

A small part of you felt bad for banishing him from your life but it wasn’t right for him to treat you in such an awful manner. You let out a sigh and laid down on the comfortable bed. Before you knew it you had slipped in to a deep sleep, forgetting about the disaster your life had become.

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The Real You (Joker x Chubby!Reader)

Requested by Anon: “I was wondering if you could pretty please write a fan fiction were the joker falls for a chubby reader, btw your amazing!!!!!”

A/N: I hope this is okay, I’ve never written anything like this before. So, I really hope its alright! 


You’re eyes scanned over the models thin bodies as you flipped through the pages of your magazine. You sighed, closing the magazine and shoved it away from yourself. Standing, you walked over to the large mirror that hung on the wall. Your hands ran over your figure, pinching at loose skin as a frown slowly rose to your features. Your eyes glanced over at the discarded magazine, the model on the cover posing in such a way that showed off her thin figure.

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Imagine: Falling for the Joker’s Son

The clown prince gripped the steering wheel tight with one hand and kept his other on your bare thigh. His gold bracelet he inherited from his father almost made you jump at the cold touch. But he had a firm grip on you, keeping you in place.The sky was almost pitch black over Gotham besides the green lights shining from where his club was. Harley and Joker’s son and heir was carving out his own piece of history. His very own club downtown from his parents was all his, he was feeling more powerful than usual tonight. You could feel it radiating off his body… but

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“J, come here.” you said.

“what is it sugar?” J asked, too encapsulated in his ‘project’ to look up.

you went to stand behind him, chest against his back you ran your fingers through his messy hair. he only ever let loose when you two were alone, but you enjoyed when his hair was messy. the silkiness of it through your fingers.

a growl rumbled in his chest but a smile spread across his face, “thanks sweets.”

Having sex with the Joker would include:

Originally posted by imnathbtw

Requested by two Anons. 

Requests:  Having sex with the joker would include? AND having sex with joker would include??

Warning: Smut, drug abuse and Joker stuff. 

A/N: I hope this turned out good, cause I’m sick as hell and I feel like dying but also can’t let you down, because I love you too much. 


Foreplay: 

  • Rough kissing and lip biting.
    • His make-up being smeared all over your face, neck and shoulders.
  • You kissing and licking his tattoos and worshipping them.
  • You sucking his nipples, his most erogenous zone.  
  • Oral sex: 
    • You giving him a blowjob but not letting him cum. 
      • Him being angry, but he lets it pass. 
    • Him keenly eating you out or rubbing your clit, making you egde a few times (or giving you a blowjob, agonozingly slow.) 

Sex: 

  • Making love:
    • Rarely making love. 
      • But every now and then he can be almost sweet.
    • Eye contact because he wants to see your facial expressions.
      • Him making you to look at him.
    • Him kissing your neck and leaving marks there. 
    • Him liking to be on top, or spooning with you. 


  • Rough kinky sex: 
    • The Joker biting you everywhere he can reach. 
    • His hands being all over you.
      • Rough squeezing.
    • Hard, fast thrusts and then slow thrusts to make you beg for more. 
    • You pulling his hair. 
      • Him loving it (secretly).
    • Him grinning when you want to be dominant. 
      • You riding him cowgirl style and sometimes reserve cowgirl style. 
      • Him slapping your ass. 
    • Him purring. 
      • You totally cumming when he does that. 
    • Drunk sex ending in being sore and bruised. 
      • Especially if you do drugs. 


  • Positions: 
    • Him liking to experiment, so he does not really have a favourite position. 
      • But if he has to decide, his top 3 are: missionary, 69, every positions which includes you on all fours


  • Quickies: 
    • Surprising quickies. 
    • Him not caring if someone hears you both. 
      • Him fucking you when he wants, where he wants and how he wants.
    • Him leaving you craving for more because he does not let you cum.


Afterwards: 

  • You always cuddling up against him. 
  • His arms being possessively around you.
    • Him groaning when you want to cuddle but him secretly craving it.
  • Him telling you that you’re a good girl.
  • You telling him that he’s a good boy (when you’re dominant during sex).
    • Him cackling and kissing your bruised lips hard. 


Kinks: 

  • You calling him daddy. 
  • Him calling you baby/baby girl.
  • Him loving to tie you up.
    • Him getting off when he ‘uses’ your body while you cannot move an inch.
  • Snowballing/Cum swapping during french kissing. 
  • Cumming on your ass, titts, face, and hair.
    • Him ordering to not wash it off until the next morning.
  • Threesome with you, the Joker and Harley Quinn. 
    • You being in the middle.
  • Him fucking your titts. 
  • Anal sex. 
  • You using cute butt plugs. 
  • Him trying to deep throat you. 
    • Him loving it when you gag,
    • Him loving it when spit drips down your chin. 
  • Him choking you so hard that you’re almost losing consciousness.
    • Him biting, kissing, licking your bruises.  


(Requests for Imagines and Headcanons are open.) 

Dating Harley Quinn Would Include:

-Harley being super protective over you whenever you go out together

-Trying to shoot anyone that so much as glancing at you

-Hand holding

-Harley always touching you in some way

-Lots of PDA

-Surprise hugs and kisses

-Her trying to dye your hair bright colours all the time

-You letting her

-Cute dates that nearly always end in a shoot out

-Her talking about her life with the Joker

-You being mad about the way he treated her, and vouching to kill him if he ever tries to find her again

-When you’re upset she tells lots of (really bad) jokes until you crack a smile

-”Hey, Hey Y/N. Why does Waldo wear stripes?… Because he doesn’t want to be spotted!!”

-Spending hours in bed together, your hands playing with her hair as you talk about the next crime spree you’re planning

-LOTS of sex. All the time.

         ~Super kinky sex

         ~Slow, romantic sex

         ~Experimenting in the bedroom

         ~Impromptu lap dances

         ~Cute & Cuddly aftercare

-Watching TV and seeing that she’s been caught again

-”Damn it, Harley.”

-You having to break her out of Arkham whenever Batman catches up with her

-Once you were in the middle of a robbery you got caught and thrown into Iron Heights Penitentiary. Harley goes insane without you and breaks into prison to find you

-”I love you so much, Puddin”

“I love you too Harls.”

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Y/N: They’re rapping again, Harls!

Harley: God, what a bunch of idiots!

Deadshot: What, you got something against my beatboxing? 

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The Youngest Member

Prompt: Imagine being the youngest member of the Suicide Squad and the team being protective of you.


Just a short little something

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You groan at Killer Croc picks you up and puts you behind him again, “Waylon!”

“I told you to stay behind me. Floyd told you to stay in the back”

You snarl and unfurl your whip, “I’m on this team for a reason!”

“Calm down, Honey! We know you can kill people! But you’re just a baby!” Harley shouts, using her bat to hit another creature.

Instead of saying anything else, you snap out your whip coiling it around the neck of another creature and ripping its head clean off. “I’m not a baby, just ‘cause I’m younger than the rest of you, doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own”

“Come one, Little Badass, you know we can protect you! You don’t even have to fight!” Floyd yelled, still shooting.

You just tighten your grip your whip, snapping it up to wrap around a light post, and spring boarding off of Waylon’s back, throwing yourself in the middle of the fight. You use your whip and knives to tear the creatures apart, literally. The fight is over when Floyd jumps on top of the cop car and takes down everyone else. You carefully coil your whip back up, careful to avoid the sharp parts, and tie it back to your hip.

“I thought I told you to stay back!” Rick shouted, getting right in your face, “You were ordered to stay behind Killer Croc! You disobeyed orders! Do you want me to blow your head off!!”

Suddenly Harley is between the two of you, her teeth bared at Rick, and Floyd has a gun to his head, even Waylon has his claws out, George has a boomerang at Ricks throat, and Chato looms nearby, “Ya don’t get to talk to our girl like that, Mister Rick, you should know that by now” Harley growled

“Whiplash is on this team for a reason, Cupcake. We all are, so let her do her job” Floyd growled

“You’re the one who first ordered her to stay back” Rick snarled, putting his hands up, and taking a step away from everyone.

“I told her to stay close to someone, just in case she needed help. She hasn’t had as much experience as most of us here, I wanted her to have back-up. I never told her to hide behind one of us.”

“Guys!” You shout, drawing everyone’s attention, “While I’m flattered that you all care so much, it would be a lot better if found cover. We need to get our target, and then we can get out of here”

“Pipsqueak is right, boys. I think these thinks are movin’” Harley said, sauntering away.

“This is gonna be a long mission” you groan, starting to follow the older woman.

“Don’t worry, we won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N”

You turn to glance at Waylon, for some reason he had appointed himself your guardian, “Thanks, you overgrown lizard”

Floyd chuckled at your name calling, nudging you with his gun, “Go catch up to, Harley. I need someone to keep an eye on her while I figure out what we’re doing next”

You wave them off, jogging to catch up to the crazy woman, who had taken to hitting one of the creatures with her bat. “I swear it moved!”

Dating Harley Quinn Would Include...

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  • Harley seeing you for the first time
  • And automatically knowing that she had to have you
  • She only thought of you in a sexual way at first
  • Someone she just wanted to fuck
  • Until she started getting to know you
  • And saw how beautiful you were on the inside
  • And that’s when she began to fall in love with you
  • You never really went on an official first date
  • Or any dates, for that matter
  • (Being one of the most wanted criminals in Gotham, Harley couldn’t really take you anywhere)
  • But she still made sure to spend time with you
  • Whether it was cooking you dinner after a long day at work
  • Or just cuddling on the couch and watching a movie
  • You loved spending time together
  • You also loved having sex
  • Lots of it
  • Everyday
  • Everywhere
  • Harley getting very horny very easily
  • Her loving to pin you up against the wall and take you right then and there
  • Harley leaving hickeys all over your body
  • Which is always a struggle to cover up
  • But you don’t mind
  • Doing the most stereotypical female BFF type things
  • Like giving each other manicures
  • Or having pillow fights in your underwear
  • Harley loved surprising you with random, spontaneous gifts
  • Adopting a dog together
  • Harley having a million nicknames for you
  • (Your favorite is “sugar”)
  • Doing lots of domestic shit
  • Like bringing each other breakfast in bed
  • Or sliding across the wood floor in fuzzy socks
  • Or baking together and ending up throwing flour at each other
  • Having lots of late night talks
  • Harley constantly kissing your cheek when you’re out in public
  • Leaving you with red lipstick marks on your cheek all the time
  • Loving her crazy
  • But Harley trying to become a better person for you
  • Because she was so madly in love
  • She was willing to leave the madness behind for you
Mr. J’s little lady 💖 [Joker x Reader]

a/n; no smut sorry

warnings; self doubt

words; 1309

prompt;  Ok. I would like for joker to take the reader out to the club to show her off but she’s too shy to dress sexy. So when she sees all of the skinny scantily clad women vying for joker’s attention she gets insecure. He of course will have none of it. As he exits the club to take her home he shouts about all of the sexy fun they’re going to have. He takes her home and lists off everything that he loves about her as he makes love to her. Please and thank you ( irenewolfland )

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

The colorful lights are playful, though harsh and radiant, blinding you for the briefest of moments as you enter the loud room of Jokers favorite club. You inhale a sharp breath, one that chokes you – the heavily perfumed place tinted with salty sweat and the humid aroma of alcohol leaves hardly any room for pure oxygen. You frown. In front of you though, you can practically see your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear, despite his back turned to you. You follow after him like a lost puppy, confined and uncomfortable as you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the club – bejeweled and glossy surfaces of polls are hugged by thick tights of scantily clad women, all gunning after one man that so happened to be yours. You felt their glares. You heard whispers of your name passing their sultry lips and it made your skin crawl. Behind you your boyfriends men guard both of your safeties, though for a moment, you entirely forgot they are there.

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