the suicide squad fanfiction

(Joker x Reader) Masterlist

I got asked for an updated MASTERLIST so here you go darlings:

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149663674056/the-joker-x-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149726795196/the-joker-x-reader-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149886152421/the-joker-x-reader-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150118262261/the-joker-x-reader-4-part-1-read-part-2-here

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150368518196/the-joker-x-reader-4-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151071022441/the-joker-x-reader-4-how-it-all-started-p

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150411337196/the-joker-x-reader-5

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150942517121/the-joker-x-reader-6

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151158850381/the-joker-x-reader-7-in-vegas-warning-some-smut

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150244352366/the-joker-reader-the-purple-coat

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149923634976/jared-leto-the-joker-x-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151280600686/the-joker-x-reader-8

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151416246506/the-joker-x-reader-9-part-1

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151783396461/the-joker-x-reader-9-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151598452861/the-joker-x-reader-10-pranking-frost-and-make-him

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151909343336/the-joker-x-drunk-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152091639306/the-joker-x-reader-the-memo

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152145687921/the-joker-x-reader-your-day

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152334403196/the-joker-x-reader-spice-it-up

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152588032206/the-joker-x-reader-happy-birthday

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152717294681/the-joker-x-reader-past-life

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152758968286/the-joker-x-pregnant-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153717572186/the-joker-x-pregnant-reader-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153022773056/the-joker-x-reader-missing-in-action

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151876494011/the-joker-x-dead-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153114111426/the-joker-x-dead-reader-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153403523346/the-joker-x-reader-breaking-point

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153940827191/the-joker-x-reader-dont-get-me-started

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153980061476/the-joker-x-reader-best-friends

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154313934181/cheating-joker-x-reader-go-figure

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154583017601/the-joker-x-reader-frenemy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154759609421/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154843339491/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155843198391/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157309899671/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-4

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154909624206/drunk-joker-x-drunk-reader-double-the-trouble

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155111386826/the-joker-x-reader-dirty-details

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155222751071/the-joker-x-reader-the-beginning-of-the-end

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155242410171/the-joker-x-reader-love-at-first-sight

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155336021531/the-joker-x-reader-play-pretend

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155431527926/the-joker-x-reader-forgive-and-forget

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155519803221/the-joker-x-reader-valentines-day

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155889891456/the-joker-x-reader-once-upon-a-time

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155983802711/the-joker-x-reader-catch-and-release

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156075777011/dead-joker-x-reader-the-last-goodbye

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156162705436/the-joker-x-reader-the-wedding

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156476519621/the-joker-x-reader-x-harvey-dent-one-of-us

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156567056516/the-joker-x-reader-baby

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156616647936/the-joker-x-reader-daddy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156770671581/the-joker-x-reader-broken

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156816005206/the-joker-x-reader-ministry-of-villainy-and

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157074791641/the-joker-x-reader-related

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157386434176/the-joker-x-reader-mrs-frost

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157671205811/the-joker-x-reader-how-to-make-a-baby

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157974482931/the-joker-x-reader-devil

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158015515571/the-joker-x-reader-how-to-make-your-girl-happy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158446012316/the-joker-x-reader-the-jokers-widow

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158504024046/the-joker-x-reader-smarty-pants

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158770758176/the-joker-x-reader-old-habits

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158821826156/the-joker-x-reader-job-application

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159097087871/the-joker-x-reader-ellis

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159217939576/the-joker-x-reader-note-to-batsy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159361282561/the-joker-x-reader-the-twins

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159405758976/the-joker-x-reader-mini-monster-in-training

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159554293966/the-joker-x-reader-5-minutes

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159582772771/the-joker-x-reader-apart

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159814948431/the-joker-x-reader-without-wings

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159886654301/the-joker-x-reader-i-love-you

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160137988386/the-joker-x-reader-forgotten

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160182961246/the-joker-x-reader-grandpa

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160324852531/the-joker-x-reader-how-to-be-a-dad

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160396123751/the-joker-x-reader-sally

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160572520001/the-joker-x-reader-auntie-d

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160687002531/the-joker-x-reader-see-no-evil

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160826098361/the-joker-x-reader-the-red-queen

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160890637211/the-joker-x-reader-operation-broken-twig

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161143650396/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161379886591/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161645099431/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161939830531/the-joker-x-reader-french-fries

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161996714651/the-joker-x-reader-the-other-shadow

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162135072046/the-joker-x-reader-gone

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162692143711/the-joker-x-reader-obsession

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162770482096/the-joker-x-reader-yuki

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162932247661/the-joker-x-reader-cursed

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162997401806/the-joker-x-reader-gotham-villains-awards

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/163512307211/the-joker-x-reader-what-makes-you-happy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/163848492136/the-joker-x-reader-the-one-you-love-the-most

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164072432286/the-joker-x-reader-the-promise

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164128124236/the-joker-x-reader-the-promise-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164355559106/the-joker-x-reader-no-names

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164854110621/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165414584036/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164393181696/the-joker-x-reader-gothams-gift-to-women

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164497081671/the-joker-x-reader-dna-required

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164963996396/the-joker-x-reader-favorite-villain

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165108338856/the-joker-x-reader-kitty

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165601888846/the-joker-x-reader-middle-life-crisis

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165635303216/the-joker-x-reader-the-angel-of-death

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165680348301/the-joker-x-reader-getting-married

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165878104516/the-joker-x-reader-mother

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165961172986/the-joker-x-reader-dont-do-that

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166153658936/the-joker-x-reader-the-black-plague

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166451510891/the-joker-jared-leto-x-reader-trick-or

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166560399206/the-joker-x-reader-the-silver-demon

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166648329271/the-joker-x-reader-the-new-girlfriend

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166701087326/the-joker-x-reader-25-signs-the-joker-is-into

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166889332871/the-joker-x-reader-13-hints-the-joker-wants-a

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167140065986/the-joker-x-reader-the-wedding-ring

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167345949196/the-joker-x-reader-10-things-the-joker-randomly

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167649352871/the-joker-x-reader-mommy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168596488896/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/169141156101/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/169915380176/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-4

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170742936486/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-5

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167895835841/the-joker-x-reader-the-birthday-present

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168105884331/the-joker-x-reader-stay

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168342446856/the-joker-x-reader-deadpool

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170174747921/the-joker-x-reader-deadpool2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168883642766/the-joker-x-reader-unexpected

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168950963986/the-joker-x-reader-one-of-the-kind

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170257661806/the-joker-x-reader-guilty

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170471817236/the-joker-x-reader-the-end-of-the-world

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171004866946/the-joker-x-reader-emma

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171257266111/the-joker-x-reader-emma-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171747631841/the-joker-x-reader-the-answer-is-no

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171989540591/the-joker-x-reader-monsters

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/172214766201/the-joker-x-reader-take-it-back

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/172463408186/the-joker-x-reader-the-matchmaker

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173166665121/the-joker-x-reader-the-matchmaker-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173366608741/the-joker-x-reader-10-things-the-joker-hates

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173406249786/the-joker-x-reader-the-devils-wings

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173792108166/the-joker-x-reader-the-eiffel-tower

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173850954856/the-joker-x-reader-to-do-list

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174072893236/the-joker-x-reader-to-the-moon-and-back

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174286634671/the-joker-x-reader-x-deadpool-15-things-the-joker

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174779469906/the-joker-x-reader-curse-of-the-villain

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174987847331/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/175895930356/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/176647779686/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/176899484736/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-4

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/177402280921/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-5

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/175423807071/the-joker-x-reader-the-god-of-chaos

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/175703030416/the-joker-x-reader-the-shadow-within-part-1

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/177920419051/the-joker-x-reader-secrets

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Masterlist

It’s finally here!

**Unless it’s specified, these are all Character x fem!reader.
**This will be in constant update.
**If it doesn’t specify fluff, angst, smut, etc. consider it as a not-definable drabble.
**Read the Requesting Rules before sending your request

Harry Potter Universe

Supernatural

Sherlock

DC/Marvel Comics

Disney & Star Wars

Celebrities

Other Fandoms & Writing Challenges

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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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Updated Master list :)

So I figuered it was about time I made an updated Master list for all you guys :) I will have this posted a link to this in the description of my blog so it’s easy to access. Thank you all for your support I appreciate all you guys very much :) More to come Same Bat-time Same Bat-channel! :) Also I apologies for the bland descriptions.  

Jewel-

Part one- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150843540291/jewel-part-1-joker-x-reader-3

Part two- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150916425256/jewel-part-2-joker-x-reader

Part three- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150929985386/jewel-part-3-joker-x-reader-3

Part four- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150969518401/jewel-part-4-joker-x-reader

Part 5ive- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151119906066/jewel-part-5-joker-x-reader

Baby Daddy-

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151154257541/3-3-baby-daddy-3-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151298200876/baby-daddy-part-2-joker-x-reader

Part 3- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151360649661/baby-daddy-part-3-joker-x-reader

Part 4- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151629079721/baby-daddy-part-4

Whip-Lash 

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151863977581/whiplash-part-1-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151941854751/whiplash-part-2-joker-x-reader

Carmen 

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152011495461/carmen-joker-x-carmenreader-js-perspective

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152087975431/carmen-part-2-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 3-http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152132342571/carmen-part-3-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 4-  http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152309556891/carmen-part-4-joker-x-carmen-reader-js

Part 5-  http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152537371421/carmen-part-5-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 6-  http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152617120951/carmen-part-6-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 7-http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152840152886/carmen-part-7-joker-x-carmen-reader-js

Part 8- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153410253961/carmen-part-8-jokerxcarmen-js-perspective

Circus 

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153274406861/circus-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153499831221/circus-part-2

Heath Ledger Joker x reader

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153457780716/heath-ledger-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153711918201/heath-ledger-x-reader-part-two

Smile-

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153995500156/smile-heath-ledger-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154146445481/smile-part-2-heath-ledger-x-reader

Part 3-https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154623357161/smile-part-3-heath-ledger-x-reader

Birthday- (Joker X Reader) J surprises reader on her birthday. 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154592499271/request-birthday

Prison Break- (Joker x Harley) Joker breaks Harley out of Arkham 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154592899786/request-prison-break-harley

Bored Mr. J- (Joker X Reader) J wants reader to pay attention to him not homework

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154638721296/request-bored-mr-j

Baby Doll- (Joker X Reader) SMUT SMUT SMUT

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/155078912821/baby-doll-joker-smut-im-so-sorry

Ice- (Joker X Reader) Joker loses reader to accident on ice

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/156781383511/ice-joker-x-reader

Clubbing- (Joker X Reader) J and Reader go out for a night on the town

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/156997385456/joker-x-reader-clubbing

Feeling- (Joker X Reader) J has feeling he wants to express to reader

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157454247421/joker-x-reader-feeling

Dream- (Joker X Reader) J has a weird dream about reader

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157579433841/dream-joker-x-reader

Pink Rose- (Joker X Reader) Ah love 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157807293581/pink-rose-part-1-joker-x-reader

Lost- (Jerome X Reader) Reader is in hospital and Jerome is worried 

 Part 1-https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157843369691/jerome-x-reader-lost

Part 2https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158670930726/jerome-x-reader-jeromes-point-of-view-continuance

Jerome request- (Jerome X Reader) Tbh I don’t even remember what this one is about 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158454534671/jerome-request

White Demon- (Joker X Reader) MARRIAGE!

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158682343821/white-demon-joker-x-reader

Green eyes of Envy- (Jerome X Reader) Jerome gets jealous

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158893864751/green-eyes-of-envy-jerome-x-reader

Oh no- (Jerome X Reader) Reader becomes pregnant 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/159174809536/jerome-x-reader-oh-no

Close Call- (Joker X Reader) J gets shot 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/159844017676/close-call-joker-x-reader

Heaven is a Place on Earth- (Joker X Reader)

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/160068283276/heaven-is-a-place-on-earth-joker-x-reader

Little One- (Bruce X Reader X Joker X idek anymore) 

So on a separate blog I have been working on this multi-chapter story of Bruce Wayne X reader I call ‘Little one’ The run down of it is It’s basically about Bruce (Bale version) Wayne’s wife Dr y/n Lillian Carson who is a psychiatrist at Arkham who and is always assigned to the clown (Leto Version) during his many visits at the hospital. Joker and his wife/ i don’t even know what she is Carmen (Who is a character from my previous stories called Carmen I will provide a link) have a son together named Maddox who Joker requests to live with Bruce and his wife after Joker is busted by the police, Carmen tries to hang herself in a closet and is presumed dead by Joker and Maddox but she isn’t and blah blah blah.. Here they are if you would like to read them

Part 1- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/154996522882/batman-x-reader

Part 2- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/154998221177/bruce-wayne-x-reader-part-2

Part 3-https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/155407751737/bruce-wayne-x-reader-part-3

Part 4- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/157504387792/bruce-x-reader-part-4

Part 5- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/157844195702/bruce-wayne-x-reader-part-5

Part 6- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/158911064967/bruce-x-reader-part-6

Originally posted by roxinwoolsocks

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. 

Just Tattoo of Us

A/N: Well, hello there. It’s been a while. This request has been sitting in my inbox for decades and I’ve only just found the motivation, inspiration, and dedication to write this up. What in damnation. This one… It’s not my favourite, let’s just put it that way. And also, I’ve made Harley seem like such a bimbo in this so I apologise, it was just a writing technique to create a contrast. But anyways, this was fun to write, taking some inspiration from my muse in my RP’s, thank you very much, @thekrazykeke and @i-got-that-smilex my darlings, I love you. So enjoy this one, my loves, and I’ll see you next time x.

Request: Hi! If you’re still doing requests could you do one where the reader is Mr. J’s tattoo artist, the only one he hasn’t killed. Maybe have a jealous Harley in it.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight (sexual) violence i.e. choking, sexual references, light dirty talk, Cheater!Joker, Jealous!Harley

Word count: 2,166

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character) /  Joker x Harley

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again


          The bell dinged, signifying yet another customer entering the already crowded tattoo studio. Mind you, it was a Saturday at 1:19pm in the middle of a busy city - Gotham; to be exact.

City of Crime.

Has a ring to it.

Even though the dangerous city had quite the crude reputation to be… crooked, let’s say, she loved living in it. It was just something about living life on the edge - never really knowing whether the next day would be her last - that excited her and she couldn’t get enough of the rush that came with it.

Though of course, the perks also came with a few disadvantages, that many would say would be a little too colossal of a problem and would turn them away from moving to the crime-ridden town.

You know, just a tad of a turn-off.

She had run into - well, saw at the corner of a street and then swivelled in the other direction as fast as she could - many a criminal during her occasional strolls through the underworld.

Don’t take a midnight stroll on the wrong side of town, I’m telling you. It’s not a good idea.

There was one special occasion, however.

Meeting the one, the only, the infamous, Joker: Clown Prince of Crime - the ‘Jester of Genocide’, if you will - under the pale moonlight oddly drew her being towards him in some sort of way. Which way that was, she didn’t know herself yet. Maybe curiosity, maybe incredulity, maybe attraction, but she was certainly intrigued by the acid-washed man.

Now, the woman wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant, at that. She had acknowledged the presence of his partner in crime - his Harley Quinn - nevertheless, she persisted in trying to get into his circle of trust, to be his friend, in an obscure form.

You would think being his tattoo artist wouldn’t get her very far, huh?

She was the only tattoo artist within a 3 mile radius of his unknown location in which he and Harley lived.

I wasn’t kidding when I said the tattoo studio was crowded. How much do you wanna bet getting a micro-sized rose on your ankle is? Joker made sure she was earning as much as your standard lawyer or doctor in the city by taking the liberty to act on some pretty drastic measures.

Basically, he execute every other tattoo artist in the general area, to put it simply.

How sweet.

But as one can imagine, his significant other would be slightly suspicious, and that was to be expected when your man paid special and notable attention to another woman. Yes, jealously wasn’t exactly an aspired trait in a normal relationship. But anyone who knew about them and their past knew that Harley Quinn and her Joker were anything but ordinary.

Jumping into a VAT full of bubbling acid to prove your love for a psychopath who manipulated you?

No thank you.

Although, with saying that, the adrenaline-addicted tattoo artist from a family background was seemingly willing to do anything and everything but.

“I was thinking about a new lip tattoo, whaddya think?” A deep yet velvety voice broke her from her trance and snapped her back to reality where she noticed she had just been staring out of the recently cleaned, sparkling window, wielding a tattoo pen that was still whirring from inscribing her art onto her last customer - she had forgotten to turn the machine off before spacing out.

Quickly switching the it off, she swallowed before looking up at the blindingly green-haired man standing in front of the mirror and pulling at his bottom lip, inspecting.

“Well if you want it to say "P U S S Y”, count me out.“ She retorted with a quick wit, something she never really understood if it was a gift or a curse. Her sharp tongue usually got her into some hefty trouble more than a few times. But hey, she was comical.

Her comment earned a chuckle from him which in turn made her smile to herself. Making him laugh was always a daily mission for her. To see him smile because of what she did or said was always an achievement.

"That’s why I like you, doll. You always have some sarcastic remark. It’s refreshing. Hearing the words "yes, Daddy” and “play with me, Daddy” from Harls everyday gets repetitive over time.“ He sauntered over after checking himself once over in the mirror - vain bastard - and sat on the extended tattoo couch, now level with her, as she had been sitting in her spinny chair, whilst she discarded of her old rubber gloves and put on a new pair, the sound of the material smacking against her skin as she pulled on them.

"Oh, I’m sure it must be very tiring to have kinky sex on the daily, J.” She rolled her eyes as she used his nickname that only certain people were allowed to call him. He normally only allowed others to refer to him as “Joker” or “Mister J”. She snickered at the glare he gave her before continuing, not adhering the warning. “I’m serious! Ya gotta use the handcuffs, the ropes, the ice, the foreplay, the whips… I would imagine fucking your tailor-made girlfriend who obeys your every command would be absolutely tedious.”

His hands were around her throat and squeezing within seconds after she had finished her sentence, making her stand up with him and letting him push her back into the wall with a thump, a constricted grunt of slight pain resounding from her closed throat. Her doe eyes looked up and met his narrowed ones with only a few inches between them.

“I don’t think you want to know just how interesting I can really be with my toys, doll-face, so I suggest you shut up about my sex life unless you want me to prove to you that you’re wrong.” His threat was laced with a presence of sexual tension. The sensation of his fingers around her neck and his breath fanning her face with seducing threats that came with his body mere centimetres away from hers almost made her knees buckle from underneath her and she had to stop herself from releasing an audible moan of desperation and anticipation from thinking about what he could do to her right then and there.

The two of them must’ve stayed in that position - staring each other down with nothing but their laboured breaths filling the room - for a solid five or so minutes until the door to the room slammed wide open and a bustling bleached-blonde skipped in, the sound of her heels tapping against the floorboards jolting the woman held against the wall back to life and she tried pulling away, but to no avail. Keeping his grip tight, but not tight enough to cut off the airways, he continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His glazed over with a fire burning deep inside of him that he didn’t conjure with his girlfriend any longer.

“Puddin’?…” A mixed tone of anger, disappointment, and rejection was detectable from Harley as the nickname for her lover spewed from her red lips. Walking into a secluded room to see the man she loved with a woman she had already been jealous of, in a position she thought was only reserved for her in the bedroom, brung out the worst in her as she felt the rage bubbling up inside at an increasing rate. Ready to pounce at the bitch trying to steal her boyfriend, she was stopped by the voice she had fallen in love with.

“Harley, sweetums, I want you to go home and be ready for me for when I get back, okay? Daddy’s going to get a new tattoo and I was just in the middle of telling our artist here exactly what I want. Detail… by… detail.” The reply had a sickly sweet underlay to it which, to any typical person, could’ve been easily picked up on and scoffed at - something she almost did - but to Harley, blinded by her emotions towards the criminal, it was just another demand for sex which she gladly complied to every time. She looked past everything she had just witnessed only minutes ago after hearing the pet name she had been called, convincing herself that the man dangerously close to a woman that wasn’t her, still loved her in his own way.

“Alright, Daddy, but don’t be long. I’ll be waiting…” An exaggerated grin, accompanied by a giggle, was sent in his direction before she turned on her heel and walked through the doorway, shutting the door with a click after her.

Shoving his body off of her, the trained tattoo artist dramatically gagged and stuck her forefinger inside her mouth. She was amazed yet disgusted at the same time at how submissive a woman could be towards a man. Never in her life did she witness such obedience without question to someone who was clearly not right in the noggin’.

“You’ve messed her up, J. Like real bad. She worships the ground you walk on. She’s just your fucking sex toy and she doesn’t even realise it, thinking you "love” her and shit.“ A rant had been building up inside of her until finally it started to be projected. "I kinda feel sorry for the girl. She was a psychologist, a good one at that, with a Ph.D, and you’ve somehow manipulated her and worked your way into her mind so that now she’d do anything for you. She’d die for you.”

“And that’s how I like it. People in this city respect me, all becau-.”

“That’s not respect! That’s psychological torture and I’ll be damned if I end up like another one of your 'dolls’ you can have fun with one minute and couldn’t give a fuck about the next.” She didn’t notice but she had begun to yell with pent up anger flowing out of her, she didn’t even register entirely what she was saying.

She had wanted to be by his side for as long as she could remember after meeting him, as his companion, his partner, his lover. She had thought she could replace Harley and become his new Queen of Crime. However, after seeing what previous Dr. Harleen Quinzel had now become under his hands, she begun to have second thoughts.

“You think I would treat you just like some random woman I picked up from the club? Oh, no, no, no. You… are one of a kind. You’re unique… You’re mine.” As he spoke  these enticing words in a sultry manner, he came closer. Each step forward he made, resulted in one step backward for her until the back of her knees hit the chair and she fell back into it, now laying down. She watched as he placed his hands either side of her on the arm rests and wedged his knees beside her, crawling up her body until he was hovering above.

Her breath became uneven as she tried to stop herself from giving in and looking down at his crimson lips that looked o so kissable. “I want you. And the things I want, I get, no matter how. I know you’ve been wanting me since the first time you saw me. I know you touch yourself at night at the thought of me doing dirty things to you. When you’re alone in bed and your mind keeps drifting off to think about what I could do with your body. And I know how badly you want to feel full. You want me inside you. Isn’t that right?”

The way he spoke her thoughts aloud without caring who heard him made her cheeks turn a shade of red so deep she didn’t even think it possible and her core slick with want and need. The rough nature of his gravelly voice mixed with the undertones of lust and greed for her, visibly shook her as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Hearing all of these sinful words whispered from the mouth she had tried to resist earlier made her reach up to pull his head down as she just couldn’t take the teasing any longer, connecting their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

A growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted his body weight onto his elbows either side of her head and pressed his lower half into her, allowing her to feel what she did to him without touching him once. Hands moving to grip his shirt around his torso, she opened her mouth to grant him access to explore with his tongue before moaning gently.

Amongst all the fiery desire and passion the both of them were sharing, she had managed to remember a specific moment that had happened during his visit to the studio earlier before which made her pull away from his hungry lips to add her sarcastic rebuttal, as she always did,

Play with me, Daddy.”

The Joker x Reader - “Mommy”

It was a well known fact The Joker’s girlfriend left him with four young children and disappeared. It was also known that his ex stepped up and took care of them even if she didn’t have to. The King of Gotham might have lost his woman, but he never lost his Queen.

Part 2        Part 3       Part 4      Part 5

You had no idea why The Joker kept on getting her pregnant; she definitely didn’t like to take care of their children nor had any interest in them. But it was none of your business so you kept your mouth shut. J wanted you to continue to work for him and you had no objections: he trusted his ex and you loved what you were doing so it was fine.

They were always fighting and his girlfriend disappeared for days and sometimes even weeks without a phone call or text. The Joker would ask you to babysit Kase while he searched for Anya; the baby was adorable and you didn’t mind.

Even when she was home, you still had to keep an eye on the little one because that woman would simply neglect to change or feed him. J would snap and they would get in such heated arguments you were surprised they didn’t kill each other yet.  If The King of Gotham was the one realizing his kid was lacking the proper nurture, you clearly don’t have too much going on in the motherhood department.

It broke your heart when you would go over to the penthouse and find Kase crying in his crib, hungry and really needing his diaper changed. J was gone with business and she would wonder off God knows where as soon as you stepped inside.

“Oh great, you’re here!” Anya would roll her eyes and sneaked out, leaving without any other explanation.

“Hey buddy, don’t cry. I’m here now,” you used to comfort him and the baby would stop crying as soon as he was changed and fed. Kase sure got a lot of kisses and snuggles since you felt sorry for the poor tiny soul. I mean, what fault did an innocent child had in any of it? None. Absolutely none.

One month after giving birth to the twin boys, Anya was nowhere to be found: three small beings left at their absent mother’s mercy. This time, J didn’t have to ask you to get involved: you offered and he didn’t object. It was exhausting to tend to a toddler and two newborns but you had all the supplies you needed plus help whenever required.

The Joker searched for his woman like crazy and finally found her in Los Angeles and brought her home again. At that point, you were basically staying at the penthouse, raising kids that weren’t yours yet you couldn’t help it. You were attached to them and had the feeling they would end up dead without somebody to care for them.

“Why is she here, hm?” you would hear Anya shout in the middle of the night, the argument escalating with alarming velocity. “Are you fucking her again?”

“I’m not fucking her !!!” he would yell back and it was true. “My ex-girlfriend is here taking care of our children because you don’t !!”

“Why don’t you take care of them? I didn’t get pregnant on my own now, did I?!”

You were sleeping upstairs in the same bedroom with the twins and had to close the door in order not to hear anything anymore. Thank goodness Zane and Aiden were actually pretty good babies, didn’t wake up very often and noise didn’t seem to bother them.

But it pissed you off she was such an ungrateful person! Anya had no idea how many dates you canceled in order to be a surrogate mother to her kids. Your boyfriend lost his patience and dumped you simply because you couldn’t abandon your self-imposed maternal duties.

You and Frost were in charge of J’s security, but you found yourself in charge of his offsprings also. And the bitch was getting on your nerves with her irresponsible and entitled behavior.

When she got pregnant the third time, you got mad. Another kid ??!! Because, you know, things were so great with the first 3!!

Mia was born on a Sunday and Anya vanished two weeks after having her. You were the one that find the note on the kitchen table: “Don’t try to find me, I’m not coming back. Keep the kids.”

The Joker had a terrible fit but didn’t pursuit the idea of going after her, which surprised you in a way. Who knows what was going on in his mind; you didn’t bring up the sensitive subject and J didn’t elaborate more than a few sentences about it.

The Clown Prince of Crime definitely wasn’t the epitome of fatherhood, but he made sure the babies had everything they needed. This desire was mostly coming only from his strong sense of possessiveness: he just knew that they belonged to him and that was it. Besides that, J was completely lost and unable to show anything but very basic emotions, if you could even call them that.

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When you are away, the little ones miss you. You just came back after a 5 days trip to New York so the kids follow you around the penthouse like ducklings, wanting attention: a four year old and two year old twins. You are holding the seven month old Mia in your arms and the boys clench to your long dress, stumbling into each other, but not wanting to let go.

“Moooommy,” Kase whines, jealous his sister is getting kisses.

“Mommy, kiss !” Zane pulls on your gown and you have to stop and get down on your knees.

“Who wants kisses?” you smile, letting Mia crawl on the carpet while the boys pucker their lips, impatiently waiting. You snatch all of them in your arms and randomly start kissing them in a frenzy while they giggle, ticklish.

The Joker mutters something on the couch, watching TV. You have an idea about what he might be: he probably made a comment again about the children calling you mommy. You told them to stop calling you that, but they continue to do it. After all, you are the only woman constantly around, taking care of them.

“J ?”

“What?” he bitterly answers.

“Did you even hold them while I was gone?!” you sigh, having a feeling he didn’t since they are so clingy.

“I was busy,” he grumbles, scratching his Batsy tattoo.

“You don’t seem busy now,” you get up, taking Kase’s hand and leading him to his father.”Here,” you help the young boy sit in J’s lap and wrap his arms around his son.

The King of Gotham is not very excited about your move; still he takes a deep breath and asks:

“What’s going on, kid?”

Kase’s eyes get big; he just couldn’t wait for his parent to show some interest in him. The boy starts talking up a storm, something about Legos and his toys. The Joker tries to understand every single word but some are mispronounced and he kind of gets the point, but not entirely.

“U-hum,” he nods his head and the boy rambles on, excited, playing with J’s gold chains.“A-ha, “ he agrees again, intrigued.

“OK daddy?” the question pops up and The Clown Prince of Crime takes the easy way out:

“Ummm….yes?…”

“Yaaayyy, daddy!” and J gets a kiss on the left cheek, then Kase jumps off his lap, running around the living room, screaming and making airplane noises.

“Y/N, what did I just agree to?” a very confused Joker needs to know.

“More toys, especially Legos,” you bring to his knowledge, urging the twins to follow you and you place them on J’s knees.

“Oh, great, because they don’t have enough!” This time he holds them while they bounce their legs, enthusiastic, bickering about who should get more of their father.

“Aiden, don’t slap your brother! How many times did I tell you not to hit each other? If you do that again, you’ll be in trouble!!! Don’t make me repeat myself! J ?? Are you just going to sit there and not react?!!” you scold, picking up Mia since she crawled back to your feet again.

“I think we’re in trouble,” The Joker whispers, rolling his eyes. “Stop fighting I guess,” he enunciates without any trace of enthusiasm. The kids chuckle, pushing one another and cuddling to J’s chest in the process.

“Com’ere, chubby,” the little girl gets a few kisses on her rosy cheeks and she babbles, yawning. “Are you sleepy? I guess it’s time for your nap, hm? Hey J, did the boys eat?”

“Yeah,” he answers, bored and you go to the kitchen, prepare some formula and bring the Princess back. You signal the twins to go play and you place Mia in The Joker’s arms, handing him the bottle.

“Here, feed your daughter.”

He scoffs, not thrilled but does it anyway.

“Aiden, don’t put that in your mouth!” you rush to take the shoe from him and he yells, running to his brothers, taking refuge with everyone under J’s purple coat. They all hide, whispering and thinking that if they can’t see you, you can’t see them either.

“Brats!” you mumble, letting them be for the moment and open the pantry in the hallway. “J ?” you get annoyed, “why do we still have a bunch of baby food with carrots and peas? You know Mia doesn’t like it, I told you to throw it away!”

“I forgot, woman! Give me a break !” he huffs, quite immersed into his current task. The little girl’s eyes wonder off, searching for you and stops sucking from the bottle until she sees you, then begins eating again.

“Moommyyyy,” whining is heard from under the purple coat,” Zane bit me!”

“Don’t bite your brother!” you raise your voice and there is fighting going on and more complaints.

“Mooommyyy, Aiden pinched me!”

Muffled laughter and more quarrel.

“Don’t pinch your brother!” you admonish, taking Mia away from The Joker since she’s fussing and refuses the bottle. “Come on, nap time for everybody!”

The boys emerge from under the jacket, tossing it on the floor and trampling on it, while their father gasps:

“That’s my favorite coat!!!!”

“Moommmyyyy, ice cream?” Zane follows you and you don’t have time to reply because J grouchily interrupts:

“Quit calling her mommy!! She’s not your mother!”

It feels like a slap in the face.

You abruptly stop and the boys bump into you. You turn towards The Joker, your blood boiling with indignation.

“I didn’t teach them to call me that and you know it ! I told them to stop and they won’t ! What do you want me to do, hm?! Glue their lips so they won’t talk?! I know I’m not their mother, you don’t have to remind me!”

J has some elaborated comeback but he doesn’t get the chance to continue because you literally burst out.

“Do you think it’s easy for me to take care of children you had with another woman?! Do you remember what you told me when we were together and I brought up the subject of having kids? You told me you don’t want any!!!! And then you met Anya and you had four !! Which means that you just didn’t want to have children WITH ME in particular ! Do you know how much that hurt?! But I stepped on my pride and raised them for the last four years because I realize they have absolutely no blame in this circus! You don’t like it they call me mommy??! Then bring back that trash-excuse-of-a-girlfriend and make her take care of them!!!!”

The boys shove themselves into you, startled and Mia whimpers, uneasy. You start walking again and J is speechless.

“What the hell was that, Y/N?!” he shouts and you can’t let it go so you extend your tirade. He’s really getting on your nerves.

“In all these years, did you ever thank me for everything I do?! Not even once!!!! And don’t think I’m not aware you sabotage my dates! I know you are saying things to the guys I like, don’t try to deny it!!!!” and you stump up the stairs, get everyone in the twins’ bedroom and slam the door shut.

J takes deep breaths, staring at the ceiling, talking to himself and nothing sounds nice. A few minutes pass and he decides to go after you and barges into the bedroom without knocking. Mia is almost asleep on top of you and the boys are gathered around your body, ready to doze off. They pout, frowning at their father: all they know is daddy said something that upset mommy. You truly look like Mother Hen with little chicks to shelter from the world.

“Building yourself an army with my kids, hm?” J sucks on his teeth and the boys give him mean glares. You reach to kiss the top of their heads, ignoring his remark. “I have a date tonight so I need you to babysit. I hate it when I have to bring others to watch them.”

“Fine, I don’t care. I missed them anyway,” you grumble, getting comfortable; might as well take a nap also.

“OK, done deal,” The Joker lingers in the doorway, debating on a simple idea that came to him while he was downstairs.

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You enter the kitchen and notice the table full of boxes: Chinese food delivery from your favorite restaurant. J is already at the table, sitting on a chair and apparently waiting for you to show up.

“Don’t you look dashing,” you make an effort to start the conversation since you are still mad at him.

“I always look dashing,” he scoffs, pushing a chair towards you with his foot. “Sit!”

You hesitate and he insists:

“I said sit!”

Great, you will have to listen to him lecture you now. You do as asked, keeping your composure.

“It’s 8pm, aren’t you going?” you tap your fingers on the table, smelling the delicious food and it makes you hungry.

“As soon as the kids are tucked in and asleep,” he gives you a stupid reason, pretending to give a damn.

“They are asleep, just changed Mia and placed her in the crib.”

“Eat,” J leans over the table and gives you chopsticks. “I ordered your favorites,” and you seem a bit confused when he grabs a pair of chopsticks, opening a box and calmly begins to eat.

“Didn’t you say you have a date?” you bring it up, wanting him to disappear so you can relax and enjoy some quietness.

“I do,” he growls and your reaction is not a happy one when you realize what he means.

“Uggghhh,” you strain to contain your displeased attitude.

“Shut up and eat !” he kicks your chair and you drop the piece of sushi you took a bite from in your lap. “ You made me feel sorry for you since apparently you are not interesting enough to keep a man,” he smirks, pleased he can elaborate on his favorite subject.

“Yeah… right…” you stab your plate, poking a piece of fried calamari. “You’re the one chasing them away.”

“You have proof?”

“I know you are!”

“Ha! I don’t have to, Y/N. You’re just boring.”

You exhale, aggravated, changing the subject.

“Any news from The Queen?”  

Anya randomly calls him from time to time.

“She is no Queen !” J’s eyes suddenly lose their glow, his voice getting husky. “In order for a woman to be my Queen she has to earn my trust; you stopped being my girlfriend a long time ago, but you never stopped being The Queen of Gotham.”

The unexpected disclosure almost makes you choke. The Joker hears you sniffle and sees the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You need a binky? We have plenty lying around.”

“N…no…” you barely chew on your food, not wanting to cry.

“Anya did call while you were in New York,” J admits and you lift your gaze, interested. ”She said she wants Mia. Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!” he sarcastically laughs,  “Like I’m going to engage into a custody battle of some sorts with her? Our children don’t even legally exist ! You know what else she said?”

He’s getting worked up and you assume the worst.

“She said she wants Mia because she’s not mine! Can you believe that?!” he slams his fist on the table and it makes you anxious.

“What?… No way! Of course she’s yours,” you wipe your watery eyes, the new revelation making you alert again. “The children are all yours !”

You surely don’t like the new twist on this night and leave your chair, going around the table and cup his face, wishing to calm down the demons before they break free.

“Look at me,” and the blue eyes meet yours. “All four are yours. Don’t listen to her; you know how she lies and manipulates things!”

“Mommmyyyyy,” you hear from upstairs. “Moommyyyyy!”

“I think Zane had a nightmare again. I’ll be back,” you caress his hair for a few seconds then leave, insecurity already creeping up in his mind.

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The next day you are going out with Alex, one of J’s smugglers. He is picking you up at the penthouse and hangs out with The Joker in the living room, waiting for you to get ready.

“Alex?” J casually scrolls through his phone, smacking his lips.

“Sir?” the guy’s body stiffens, not knowing what to expect.

“If I hear that you upset Y/N in any way, besides the fact that she will break your neck first, I will PERSONALLY make sure your body is never found again. Do we understand each other?”

This is what J always tells to all the guys you date: his way of being protective and he genuinely means it.

“Y-yes sir,” Alex nervously gulps, praying you’ll hurry up so he doesn’t have to be around The Joker’s menacing presence anymore.

An hour into your date and his cell rings. He picks up.

“Hey J, how are the kids?”

Alex’s voice is heard in the background, cracking up about something.

“The kids are fine!” J snaps and hangs up.

How rude, you think, returning to your drink at the bar and partner.

Another hour and a half pass, you call him again.

“J, it’s me. How are the kids?”

“They’re fine woman; go back to your date! The guy is gonna dump you tomorrow and then you’ll blame me again!” and he hangs up.

Jesus, what’s wrong with him? you crack your neck and go back to the table at the restaurant.

Two more hours and another call. This time you don’t even get to say a word before J screams:

“They’re fine!!!!!!” and he hangs up.

Wow, so ungrateful, and you wave Alex to come over on the dance floor since you really want to have fun.

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As soon as you get back to the penthouse in the early morning, you go upstairs to check on the children. They are sleeping and you wonder where J went since he is not in his room. You search around and don’t have to go too far: he’s on the balcony. It’s snowing and the pale dawn makes Gotham sparkle under the heavy snowflakes.

“I’m back,” you announce and bundle up inside your coat; it’s chilly and windy. “Insomnia?” you address him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. He stares at the city he owns, the tall buildings still lit. “Are you ok?” you touch his hands resting on the railing and they are as cold as ice.

“She’s not mine…” J utters, frozen after being outside for hours.

“Huh?” you get closer to him to hear better because his lips barely moved.

“Mia is not mine,” he digs in his coat’s pocket, giving you a few papers and you turn the pages, stunned: they contain paternity test results. It is a match for the boys but no match for the little Princess.

“When did you do this?” you inquire, still in disbelief.

“While you were gone, after she told me. I wanted to make sure and I got the results yesterday after you went on your date,” J sighs, a sharp ache clawing at his heart. “She’s not mine…what am I supposed to do with her now?”

You don’t like the question.

“What do you mean?”

“Mia is not my daughter. I obviously have no use for her; I don’t want her here,” The Joker’s poisonous comment gives you goosebumps.

“How can you say that?! She’s just an innocent baby! It’s not her fault!”
“I don’t want her here!” he barks, lifting the collar of his furry coat.

“Well, I do!” you take action, scared of this new idea of his. “If you don’t want her, I’ll take her! She’s my little girl,” you start crying, hoping to change the outcome of his plans.

“None of the kids are yours!” he pushes you away and storms inside, leaving you petrified on the terrace.

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You couldn’t sleep for a second so you spent the last three hours organizing documents and ammo in the basement. You go up to the penthouse again, checking to see if the children are awake. The boys are still dreaming, but when you step inside Mia’s bedroom, her crib is empty and your hearts stops.

“Oh my God!” you immediately wake up from your sluggish state, frightened. “Love bug? Where are you?” and you sweep the room – of course she’s not there.

Your legs are getting shaky as you go downstairs, desperate to find her.

“Jaaayyy? Jaayy?” you call his name and surprisingly he answers from his office.

“Yes?”

“Where’s Mia?” you run around, panicking.

“I dropped her at the orphanage downtown, told you I don’t want her!” he snarls from beyond the cracked door and you grab your car keys in a hurry, scared to death. The Joker hears the elevator going down and comes out of the office, holding Mia in his arms.

“Where the hell did that crazy woman go?! It’s a blizzard out there!” J lifts her higher on his hip and she baby talks, smiling so innocently he feels awkward and since there is nobody around, he kisses her forehead repeatedly, squeezing her more to his chest. “Oh, shit, you think she went downtown?!” he asks for the little girl’s opinion like she understands him. “That crazy woman!” The Joker huffs, “She completely lost her mind!”

Mia wiggles in his arms, cooing and making cute sounds.

“I’m glad you agree,” J take his cell out of his pocket and dials your number but the phone goes off on the coffee table: you left it there and he can’t reach you. “Great!” he hums, dialing Frost’s number and his henchman picks up.

“Frost, we have to drive downtown.”

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It was very hard to drive on the stormy weather, but you made it to the orphanage and your heart stopped when you heard no child was abandoned there this morning. Did he leave her outside in the cold snow and someone took her?!  You circle the huge building several times, bawling your eyes out because there is no trace of Mia. You even ask a few people brave enough to walk in the tempest but no one saw anything.

You don’t even know where to go; how could he do something like this? Discard such a sweet angel like an unwanted object when you made it clear you would take her. Where is she? Did she crawl somewhere and she is buried under the snow?!

All these thoughts race through your mind as you make your way around the building one more time, cold and tired but not giving up.

You hear heavy steps behind you and The Joker’s voice echoes in the white stillness:

“Are you looking for this?”

You turn around and there she is: he is holding Mia, the baby bundled up in her pink furry coat, wearing that adorable cat ears hat.

You almost trip and fall in the snow, but get to him and snatch her from his grip, distancing away as fast as you can.

“My little love bug,” you keep on kissing her, running towards your car, feverish and anxious while her tiny hands clutch to your jacket.

“What are you doing?” you hear The Joker approaching and you walk faster.

“I’m taking her away!” you shout, struggling to find your car keys and he pulls on your hood, slowing down your movement in order to catch up with you.

“Away? Where, to the penthouse?” J pants, not willing to chase after you again.

“No, away from you where she will be safe! “

“What about the boys?” the problem arises and you become more nervous.

“You left her here in the cold?” you punch his shoulder, trying to pass him but he walks in front of you.

“Are you insane?! Of course I didn’t abandon her in the cold; she was in the office with me!” The Joker growls, pissed.

“You’re a terrible person! I was so worried!” you begin to cry again and Mia winces, uncomfortable in your tight hold.

“We have to go back; the storm is only getting worse. I am fucking freezing since I had to leave the penthouse in a hurry wearing just my purple coat and a shirt, looking for a crazy woman downtown Gotham in this snow storm!! Come on, we’ll send for your car later. Frost is parked across the street,” he gestures, pointing at the black van.

You hesitate and J needs to bring out the mommy in you.

“The boys are probably up by now, wondering how come you’re not there to make them pancakes. You want them to starve to death?!” he over exaggerates, flaring his arms around.

“No, of course not,“ you mumble, following his steps, convinced nobody else on the planet makes better breakfast than you.

“Then hurry up, your kids are waiting!” he has an outburst of clarity while you lean on him for balance, careful not to slip.

You didn’t even realize he referred to his children as yours too, but this is probably why your heart is beating faster.  And all you can think right now is what else you can cook for breakfast.

That’s what mothers do.


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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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Mister Leto

Jared Leto x Reader

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Prompt: Hi, I was wondering if you could write me a more hardcore daddy kink Jared one-shot? I would love that so much

{A/N} This was fun. That is all.
Also, I know Jared was always, always in character for this film in particular, but it’s a Jared one shot, not a Joker one shot, so please bear with me!
xo 

Warnings: Hardcore daddy kink smut. More of a dream than a warning. Some cursing.


“Remember, three mocha macchiatos, one with soy, one with extra mocha, and one with an affogato shot; One mocha frap.. and a pink drink for Margot.”

It’s your first day at Warner Brothers Studios for the new film Suicide Squad, and you’ve been lucky enough to be chosen to intern as an assistant/runner on-site. You knew this job would entail frivolous requests and long hours, for no pay, but it looked good on a resume and that’s all you needed. 

“Yes, sir,” you tell the head of studio, also known as “the boss,” who’s been gracious enough to help you take everyone’s Starbucks orders.

“Hurry up!” he pushes as you turn to leave.

You head off to the Starbucks on the lot for tourists in a cafe area. You watch as people snap pictures of everything from the cafe itself to the large buildings that surround it, shaking your head at the starstruck people who clamored in front of an iPhone. After a slight wait, you grab the drink trays and hightail it back to Studio B, almost tripping on yourself as you see the boss speaking with Jared Leto himself. 

You had heard rumors that he didn’t speak to anyone and that he stayed in character one-hundred percent of the time when he did. He wasn’t completely in character yet. His hair was still brown, his brows were existent, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. The nerves in your body send signals to your stomach, and you inwardly grow anxious. You have to go up to them, you have to interrupt their conversation with a measly drink; he has to notice you, at least a little. Sucking up the nerves, you pretend to be as confident as possible. “He isn’t even here… He isn’t even here,” you tell yourself.

“Here’s your extra mocha macchiato, sir,” you finally interrupt, not caring what they were talking about as you continued on with your drink rounds without so much as a glance in their direction. You hand a perspiring cup off to Will, Margot and the rest of the cast and crew who requested beverages before realizing there were none left. A quick peek over your shoulder tells you Jared and the boss are still speaking. You immediately exhale through loose lips. “Okay. I got this.”

The clacking of your heels accompanies your smile as you stand next to them, keeping a courteous distance while you await the direction of your next task. 

“Ah, there you are,” he says, “Jared, this is {Y/N}, the new runner I told you about.” 

His eyes meet yours and it’s like fire. Your entire body begins to beg for your permission to go limp. Quietly, you tell it to get a grip. His vascular arm extends towards you, holding his hand out to shake yours.

“I’m Jared, nice to meet you. It’s your first day and I’m already hearing some pretty great things about you.

Great things. You internally scream with joy.

His smile could kill you if you let it, but you still had work to do. Pulling yourself together, a smile graces your {F/C} lips. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Leto. I look forward to taking orders from you,” you say, not catching the innuendo you’d just let slip.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, eyes still on you.

A soft blush graces your {S/C} cheeks. Did he really just say that? Trying to stay professional, - and not lose your mind - you keep your composure the best you can. 

“Of course, Mr. Leto. It’s my job.”

His smirk turns into a smile now, and he nods his head with an impressed expression on his countenance. It’s like you’ve either passed a test, or failed it, and you’re unsure of which he preferred. They continued their conversation for just a few moments longer before Jared paused. You swallow hard, unsure of what’s going to happen.

“Can I have her as my personal?” he says, catching you and the studio head off gaurd.

Your eyelids flutter in shock at his strange request, the confusion written all over your features gives you away immediately.

“Sorry, let me explain,” he starts. “You’re the only one who’s done this job so far who’s gotten any praises from this guy,” he finished, patting him on the back as if that’s supposed to let you know that that was a good enough explanation.

The boss, on the other hand, looked troubled, which concerned you all on its own. You stay quiet as you await his response. Your insides were burning with a desire for him to let you do this. “Please, please, please,” you begged in silence.

“Jared, are you sure you want to do that, she’s so… So new. I can’t-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll teach her a few things.”

His tone is ice cool and yet lava hot. “Is this some kind of game?” He sighs before giving in, something you guessed anyone would do for Jared, and shrugs. 

“She’s all yours, Leto. Try to go easy on her, at least. And {Y/N}, consider yourself lucky. Jared never takes to the new runners like this.” And with that, he trotted off to throw more comic books at Margot.

The silence that followed was deadly. It was all too awkward for you as you kept your eyes on the studio head as long as humanly possible before he disappeared. “What now? I’m his personal runner. And I should be lucky.

“So,” he broke the silence first. “I know you have to be confused as hell right now.” 

You nod, suddenly finding ground to stand on when you realize he understands.

“Yes, Mr. Leto. I have no idea what I did, but I guess it was the right thing,” you say, offering a small grin.

“Please, call me Jared,” he smirks, gesturing for you to follow him.

You follow beside him back to his dressing room. The walk is quiet though you hoped he’d explain a little more as to what you did to deserve such an honor. He opens the door for you and leaves it cracked once he follows, sitting down in the chair across from the mirror and picking up the script.

“Make yourself comfortable, it’s gonna be a little while,” he breathes a short laugh and you relax, moving swiftly to the couch and sitting down. 

You smooth out your skirt on the couch and politely look around, waiting, you guess, for the next task he’ll give you. He leans into the mirror, grabbing an eyeliner pencil and examining his face.

“What made you take this internship?” he asked.

“Oh, um…” You have to think, completely caught off guard by his small talk. Most jobs like this lent no room for questions, or really noticing the intern at all. “I’d love to work in the entertainment industry. Warner Brothers is my favorite, and I took the opportunity the moment I heard about it.”

He glides the pen under his eye, forming a small J.

“Do you like to act?” he asks, concentrating on his face. Though he sounds distracted, he also sounds as though he’s only focused on you.

“I love acting.”

“Beautiful,” he says in a new tone. A Jokery, tone.

“I’m not very good at it, but-”

“No, you,” he says next.

“Oh… Thank you, Mr. Leto.” You say softly, your {S/C} cheeks blushing as his eyes meet yours in the mirror. His stare is like paradise, and you could get lost in it forever. The small smirk that graces his lips as he applies another ‘tester’ face tattoo for the role is electrifying. Like a dose of heroin that any desperate junkie would find satiating. You feel the flower between your thighs dampening and look away, shifting in your seat on the couch.

“Be professional, {Y/N},” you think. “God, this is so unprofessional. At least he isn’t like this with the other interns… No. He’s just preparing for the role… Relax-”

In two seconds, you’re pressed against the backrest of the couch and he’s leaning over top of you before you even realize what’s happened.

“Say it again,” he breathes, his expression a hard, desperate gaze as his mouth is slightly agape. You suddenly feel like his next meal rather than a new assistant. But the way his chest is silently heaving and his fingers are gripping the back of the couch on either side of your head, you don’t care.

“Mister Leto..” You draw out, your voice just octaves away from a signature baby-voice, “Sir..”

“Oh… Yeah..” he says, rolling his neck back. “I have to admit, the moment I saw you, and how well you take orders… I had to have you all to myself.”

Something about that entire sentence was so satisfying to you. The mere thought of being at Jared’s beck and call was more arousing than anything you’d experienced before. Your chest rises and falls, the tops of your breasts tightening against the {F/C} strapless top you wore under a blazer. Reluctantly, you reach a hand up to touch his chest over the tank top he had on. A hand grips around your wrist and it’s almost as if you expected it, a smirk subconsciously playing across your lips. He leans in closer, his lips hovering over yours before moving slowly to your cheek, then your jaw, and settling just over your ear.

“First,” he rasps, “I want you to take that jacket off for daddy… Can you do that for me, princess?”

You nod quickly. 

Holy shit, is this happening?” 

Your hands work at the buttons on your blazer with haste, not wanting him to come to his senses and change his mind. Sliding out of the jacket now, his eyes are on your every delicate movement you make. He can’t wait to change that; to twist your delicacy into rough submissiveness. 

“Good girl…” He says, bringing his hand to your waist and sliding it down to your hip. His touch is possessive, almost as though he’s hoping you won’t change your mind either. Your {E/C} eyes are fixated on his face, a jawline that could cut ice, lips perfectly shaped… His hand glides further down, igniting an anxious feeling now as a small laugh escapes him. He can tell you’re waiting for him to ‘scratch your itch,’ and he’s enjoying every moment of your new found desperation for him, and only him. Very softly, you feel his fingertips on the hem of your skirt, inching it up slowly as he presses his lips against your ear. 

“Do you want me, kitten?” he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.

“Yes..” your voice trails, leaving you breathless.

“Yes what, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy…”

“If you don’t address me the way you’re supposed to, I’ll have to punish you,” he says, quickly standing back up in front of you.

In a whirl your world shattered, thinking you’ve made a huge mistake and now you’re left with nothing but the ache in your center. On the other hand, you notice the hard-on in his jeans, and the dampness of his skin. He was holding himself back more than you thought. 

This could be fun…” you think.

“And just how do you expect to do that?” you ask, trailing your fingers now to the pushed up hem of your skirt, holding his stare.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns, his tone harsh. The sound of it floors you in all the best ways possible, and you slide your fingers further up, spreading your legs and revealing your {F/C} thong to him.

“If your fingers even get close,” he says, reaching for his belt, “I’ll have no choice.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to have a choice,” you say, your brows lifting with a slight mocking tone as you let your fingers touch the damp, lacy fabric that barely covered your folds. You have no idea how far into this he could be, but you wanted him to push you to the ends of the earth if he could. Before you know it, you’re being pulled onto your knees with a belt looped around your neck. The faux leather is warm from his own body heat, and a smirk plays across your lips as you realize you’re eye level with his crotch. Reaching out to undo his pants, he stops you with a yank of the belt.

“I told you I’d have to punish you, princess,” he says, staring down at you, “I meant it.”

His free hand reaches down to undo his own pants, pushing them down with his boxers, swiftly revealing his hard cock to you. Your breath hitches at the sight. “Fuck.. It’s so big..” Suddenly, you’re intimidated and excited all at once. You can feel your own sweet spot throbbing as your brain disconnects from all reason, wanting nothing more than wrap your {F/C} lips around him. You lean forward, and pulls you back with the belt slowly.

“Nah-ah, kitten. You take daddy’s cock as he gives it to you, got it?” He says, moving just a little closer to you. You can’t handle the teasing. It was bad enough you wanted him inside of you, but now waiting just to get your mouth -and even hands- on it? He’s insane. But you hopelessly love it.

“Yes, daddy..” You say, submitting just to get a little taste.

“That’s my girl,” he says, giving in to his own desire as he allows you to take his member into your mouth.

Your eyes close just for a moment, in savory of his most private and sensitive part completely in your care. Running your tongue over it, sliding it into your mouth further and sucking on it, taking it all like a champ. He quickly became your own personal piece of candy. He groans, causing your eyes to open again, trailing back up to him. His head is bent back and you take pleasure in knowing it’s all because of you. 

“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath before you feel his hands roughly gripping into your hair, holding your head still as he begins to thrust into your mouth, watching you take his cock like the good girl he expected you to be. A wicked smirk lightly dances on his features as he watches you choke and moan, your throat opening and closing around him as your eyes grow wet. His groaning and thrusting is cut short when he notices your hand reaching for your own sex.

Immediately, he pulls you back by the belt, causing you to fall back against the seat of the couch.

“What daddy..?” You say, wiping some of the saliva from your lips with the back of your hand, turning your pout into a lipstick-smeared mess. “I can’t help it, I…” Your voice is tiny and pleading while you trail off, and your messy pout unhinges him more than even he’d like to admit.

“That’s my job, darlin’,” he says sternly, lifting his brows. His eyes land on your hand as he un-loops the belt from your neck, clearly out of breath.

“Bend over,” he commands, and you know it’s time you face your punishment.

You do as he says, the belt’s buckle shining from his hand exciting you. Slowly, you open your legs ever so slightly as you bend over the couch. There’s a glint in his eye as he walks towards you, pulling off his tank and tossing it to the floor. You bite your lip at the sight of his muscular build, he’s amazing, built like a God. You can’t wait to feel every inch of him that you can pounding into your now soaked core.

When he sits down, you whimper. It’s as though your entire body is tingling with arousal. His hand makes contact with the back of your thigh and it sends a chill down your spine. A smirk is evident as he notices the goosebumps forming on your soft {S/C} skin. He slides the fabric of your skirt over your ass with ease, letting his hand linger on it before pulling it away. He admires you like a kid who just wants to play with a new toy while its still in the box. Snapping the belt between his hands, he gives you no time to prepare before you feel an extreme stinging sensation on your backside.

“Oh, yeah..!” You blurt out, the stinging continuing five more times before he decides he can’t take your moaning anymore.

“You like it when daddy punishes you, sweetheart?” he coos mockingly, grabbing your shoulder and pushing your face against the back of the couch.

Yes… God, yes,” you breathe as he unzips the back of your top. You shift to allow it to fall underneath you before resuming your position, and he reaches to grope one of your breasts as his lips meet the nape of your neck.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he says, trailing rough bites from your shoulder and down your back slowly.

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” you breathe. “Like the bad girl I am…”

“Mmm,” he groans, groping your ass now as he positions himself behind you, pulling your thong down to your knees and letting it fall around your heels.

“You are a beautiful sight..”

He slaps your ass, gripping onto it with fervor. Your back arches under his hand as he slides it up your back now.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me, Jared..?” you ask, a sultry tone lacing your words.

His hand comes down on your ass again, and he steps closer to you, allowing you to feel his warm cock against your slick entrance. Your body shudders as you try to push your sex back against him; trying anything to feel him slide into your velvety walls. Absolute desperation overwhelms your mind and body. He pulls back just the amount that you try move, and slaps your ass again.

“Do I?” he asks as he does so, more rhetorical than anything.

Fuck..” You groan as you feel his fingers sliding over your wetness now. He runs them back and forth carefully, teasing you in the worst way. Your swollen clit can hardly handle the faintest touch as he rubs it in small circles. He slides his slender finger back over you and drags it down your thigh. 

“Look at that.. So fucking wet.. What do we say…?” His tone is a breathy growl while he digs his fingers into either side of your hips now, dying to hear you beg. He can feel his own member throbbing as the head presses against your entrance, teasing not only you, but himself. 

It’s painful almost, the way he touches you now. Your nerves are all shot, sensitively receptive to pleasure in everything he does to you. You need the ecstasy, and he needs to give it to you. 

“Please, daddy.. Please, give me that cock, I want you to make me cum..”

“Oh princess,” he starts, grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back. He works at the belt, bounding your wrists together. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

With that, you feel his entire shaft pump into your dripping folds, kicking your leg open further with his foot. You can’t help but yell out in pleasure against the material of the couch at the sudden rush of satisfaction. His thrusting is slow and deep, letting you feel everything you’ve been craving since the moment he had you pinned to the couch. 

Unable to move your hands, you bite into the material before you, continuing to moan into it as your breathing grows heavier. You rock your hips to meet his as much as you can, the sound of flesh clapping together and filling the spaces in between each and every groan. Jared snakes a hand over your shoulder, tangling his fingers in your {H/C} locks. He yanks your head back as his rhythm speeds up. 

“You’re such a good little girl for daddy, aren’t you? Taking this cock with no problem,” he groans.

You nod to the best of your ability and he breaks skin on your back with his nails now, dragging them back along your spine and ending it with a swift slap on the ass.

Mm, yes, Sir..” You moan, “You fuck so good, daddy- harder...”

You didn’t need to tell him twice as his hand grabs your wrists, pulling you up closer to him. His toned chest is damp with the sweat he’d broken from teasing himself with you. He thrusts into you harder, hitting your g-spot with ease and bringing you close to tears at the pleasure he’s inflicting on you. His hand reaches around to grope your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers as the other remains tightly over your bound hands.

Your legs grow weak under the rest of your bod. His hard cock filling you is more than you can handle you while he holds you in place. In the sultriest of manners, he brings his hand from your breasts to your neck, squeezing it as he nibbles on your earlobe.

“Don’t you fucking cum without my permission, princess. You stay nice and fucking hot for daddy,” he growls into your ear, sending a sizzling heat through your center.

Ooh, I… I don’t know how much longer I can hold out for you..” You say, your voice shaky as he continues thrusting, going even deeper than he had been before. The pressure on your sweet spot is indescribable, and the feeling welling up in you is dying to be released. Unable to keep quiet, your moans turn to small yells as you gasp for air.

He thoroughly enjoys the power trip, keeping you from doing the one thing you wanted in this situation- but he wants nothing more than for you to break the rules. Seeing you such a mess at the concept of himself inside of you is something he doesn’t want to end. His fingertips meet your pulsing clit now, every circular caress eliciting waves of pleasure through your groin. It isn’t until he presses down hard and lets himself go that you catch the brink of your own orgasm.

“Oh, fuck.. Faster!” You yelp, knowing you can’t keep your release away any longer as you feel your walls start pulsating fervently around his thick shaft in a sweet lustful euphoria. You lower yourself onto him as much as you can, carnal instinct taking over. This made taking his cock as deep and as hard as you could the only thing that mattered in your world. Going weak at the knees, Jared is the only thing keeping you upright as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans into your ear, his hand gripping onto your neck even tighter as he thrusts faster, losing himself in you as he spills into your entrance, the warm feeling you recognized spiking your fever once more.

“You’re daddy’s little slut, huh? Making me cum like this..” His breathing is as wild as the pumping he’s doing. His eyes roll back, and though you can’t see it, you know he’s wrapped up in the same bliss you are as he rasps your name like it’s the only thing he knows. 

“Oh, Jared..” You groan as a few hard, deep movements follow, allowing you to once again savor every inch of him just as you wanted. Your mouth is slightly agape, and your hair is unruly over your face as you take pleasure in knowing you’ve satisfied him entirely.


A small gasp is all you can manage once he slows down and pulls out. Not wanting to look as spent as you feel, you take hold of the couch again, trying to gather yourself before sliding your skirt back over your thighs.

“I didn’t say I was done with you, baby girl,” you hear him say, your only reaction being to turn around with a blank expression as you zip your shirt back on. 

“You came before I told you to,” a smirk plays on his lips now as he zips and buttons his pants back up. “You broke a very important rule. And if I didn’t have to get on set for a read through, I’d punish you all over again right now.”

He’s a sight to see as you let yourself truly look at him. The post-coital glow he’s got makes him look even more like a God, and seeing him so disheveled only makes you want him all over again as your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“I couldn’t help it, Mr. Leto,” you say again, poking fun at your prior professionalism. “You didn’t bother making it very easy for me.”

He steps in front of you, his closeness providing you with a sense of safety now while his own eyes behold you in all your beauty; how perfect you still look though he’s happily ruined your makeup and wrinkled your clothes. You give an innocent smirk, handing over your still damp thong at the end of your fingertip to him. He takes your panties and smirks quickly before you’re met with another harsh touch- his fingers on either side of your jaw. It’s not nearly as rough as he’d just handled you, but just as full of desire. His lips meet yours with the same urgency, kissing you so completely and relentlessly that it takes your breath away.

Your eyes flutter open slowly after he breaks the kiss. A smile graces your features while the tips of your {F/C} nails brush against your own lips. He replaces them with his own thumb, dragging it down your lower lip almost carefully now, shoving your underwear into his pocket.

“Just wait till I get my hands on you again, {Y/N}.”

Two Can Play at This Game

Originally posted by infiniitywars

Requested: By me, because I saw Suicide Squad today and that cameo gave me life

Pairings: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: Some fluff, a nervous/stressed out reader

Word Count: 958

A/N: I am so pumped to see the new Justice League movie, even though it isn’t coming out for such a long time… anyways, a lot of this is just speculations, since we only have trailers and a few cameos to go off of, but I hope that you enjoy it anyways!! Barry is my favorite DC character, and even though I love everyone on the TV show, I am so excited to see where the new Justice League movie is going. Please send me some requests for the DCEU!

You liked to try and pretend that everything was okay. Barry came to you to gush, and you would sit and smile and reassure him that everything would be okay. Compared to him fighting meta-humans every other day and still holding down his job at the precinct, your problems seemed so small. But not today.

You didn’t think that it was statistically possible for so many things to go wrong in one day. It all started when you had slept through your alarm. Even though you weren’t a morning person, you hated having to rush in the morning. After such a great start, you were sure that your day was going to turn around.

But, after missing your train, getting a less than pleasing grade on a term paper you had poured your soul into, and a phone call from your mother asking why you hadn’t been on a date in so long, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Without really thinking about it, your feet carried you in the direction of Barry’s apartment. You spent most of the walk trying to rationalize that everything was fine, and the other half apologizing to strangers that you kept bumping into because of your distracted state.

You only had to knock once before Barry’s door swung open, revealing your best friend’s beaming face. “Listen Barry, I am really sorry to do this, but I have to tell someone,” you said, pushing past him and tossing your bag down onto his bed.

Barry chose not to say anything, which was probably the best choice he could have made. He simply sat down on his bed and motioned for you to proceed. With that, you ranted and raved about what felt like the worst day that you had ever had.

You yelled about your overbearing mother, insisted that the world was against you when your alarm clock failed through the night, and decided that your professor had a personal vendetta against you, using your grade as your only piece of evidence. Somewhere in between the spilled coffee incident and missing the train, you had started to pace a bit, and after you explained the cat call you had received on your walk to class, you were going to wear a hole in the carpet.

Barry was freaking out. He wasn’t used to you coming undone like this. Frankly, it was a bit scary. You were the dependable friend that had everything figured out. He came to you with his problems, and frankly, was unaware that you ever had any. He guessed that you had problems all this time, but had never stopped to think if you were okay while he was dumping all of his meta-human crises on you.

He was getting anxious, and he knew that if he didn’t distract you from what had happened that you would either implode or he would have to go out and buy a new rug. So, he did the only thing that he could think of- he kissed you.

It wasn’t how he had thought your first kiss would go. He was so nervous that his powers had kicked in and he had accidentally given you a super speedy kiss. As he sat back on the bed after, he decided that maybe you hadn’t noticed. That theory might have been true if you hadn’t stopped mid-sentence, frozen in place.

“Did you just-” you asked slowly. You were almost positive that something had brushed across your lips. In fact, if you hadn’t known about Barry’s powers, you would have dismissed it entirely. But the way that he was fidgeting with his hands told you a different story.

“Yeah,” he responded shortly, not meeting your eyes.

“On the lips?”

“Yeah” he said, drawing out the word.

“Oh,” you said, still attempting to process the entire situation. “On purpose?” you asked, biting your lip while cocking your head to the side.

“Mm-hmm”

“Okay.”
“It’s just that you seemed so nervous and you are never nervous. You’re confident and so sure of yourself and I just wanted you to stop so I didn’t really know what to do so I just-” Barry rambled. You took a deep breath and admitted to yourself what you had been secretly hoping for was finally happening. For the last ten years, you had had a small crush on your best friend, that slowly grew into something you were almost embarrassed to call love. But know… it seems that the notion of ‘love’ might not be so ridiculous after all.

You glanced back over to your best friend, still talking a mile a minute, nervously trying to explain away what had just happened. His foot was bouncing so fast that it was practically just a blur at this point, and he looked like he was expecting an apocalypse at any minute. You smirked to yourself, before making a bit of a snap decision.

You cautiously moved to the bed, before bending down to meet Barry’s eyes with your own, slipping a hand to the back of his neck, and pulling him in for a kiss.

You had expected it to be more of a peck, something similar, albeit a bit slower than his own. But as you were about to pull away, you felt Barry’s hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You somehow managed to trip over a discarded shoe, throwing you off balance.

Luckily, Barry caught you, pulling you into his lap. “Two can play at this game,” you say softly, before wrapping your arms around Barry’s neck and pulling him back to you. You sighed contentedly against his lips, tangling your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

Originally posted by stars-come-0ut

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

“If someone hurts my big baby, I’m gonna cut off their genitals and make them eat them in front of their family.”  

“You’ve got one crazy friend there.” 


(Requests for Imagines and Headcanons are open.)

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The Need (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine the Joker falling for you when you’re taken hostage during a bank heist.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you write something where the joker meets a girl while him and Harley are out causing mayhem and the joker can’t get the girl out of his head? And he eventually leaves Harley for her?”

A/N: I almost made this a two part fic because I didn’t want it do be too long. But I like how it came out. I hope you guys like it too!~

Warnings: Violence, swearing, falling for people who probably aren’t good for you.


Why did banks always have such long lines? You’d think that they would be a bit more efficient.

“Don’t you just hate long lines?”

“Sorry, what?” You blinked a few times before you realized that the man in front of you was speaking to you. He repeated himself and smiled at you, to which you smiled in return. “Yeah, the lines are usually what keep me from making frequent trips here.”

He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Same here. The reason I’m even here today is for my son.”

“Oh really?” You looked around, “where is he?”

“At the hospital, he just had surgery so I’m withdrawing some money to go buy him something to keep him occupied while he’s recovering.”

Your smile grew a bit, “that’s kind of you. How old is he?”

“He’ll be 6 next month.”

Before you could respond, the blast of an explosion threw everyone in the line onto the floor. The room was engulfed in smoke and debris from the explosion. As the dust started to settle, you could see the two figures responsible.

“Listen up, everybody!” The female voice called out. “You’re all going to do as we say and if you don’t, well…we’ll have to kill ya.” The woman walked towards you and the others who had been line. “Ya got that?”

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Daddy’s Girl

Alrighty. So this request was from a long time ago and I feel really bad for not getting to it sooner but here it is. This was requested by an anon:

“Hi there :) Could you do a oneshot where Y/N calls Mr. J “daddy” for the first time while they’re making out and his reaction? He never mentioned his kink infront of her so she doesn’t know (it can turn in to smut if you want) of course you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to but it’d be really cool if you would <3″

So here it is! *PSA SMUT* *ALSO PSA CHOKING* *ANOTHER PSA WHEN CHOKING SOMEONE  SQUEEZE THE SIDES BECAUSE IT CUTS OF SOME BLOOD FLOW TO THE BRAIN WHICH IS WHAT CAUSES THE PLEASURE, PLEASE DON’T SQUEEZE THE AIRWAY BECAUSE THAT CAN BE REALLY DANGEROUS*

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It had been a long day at work. You and J met with some new prospects, handling possible business deals, and a slew of other pointless errands. Relief washed over your tired body as you stepped into the warmth of you and J’s house.

“What do you want for dinner J?” You yelled from across the room. He was off on his way to his office to no doubt do some more work. Gosh this man never takes a break, you thought to yourself.

“I don’t know darling, you pick. Just order something,” he groaned in a tired voice. He stalked off towards his office and left you in the spacious kitchen.

“Chinese it is,” you mumbled to yourself. Picking up the phone, you dialed the number of the closest Chinese food joint around and placed your order for the both of you and then some. You collapsed on to the couch and shut your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You and J hadn’t been together for very long at all. There were still many things you didn’t know about him, many mannerisms that you had no clue what they meant, you still couldn’t understand his moods most of the time and it frustrated you to no end. You understood that he didn’t like to talk very much, you understood that he was a fairly private person, but you were his girlfriend, he should be able to talk to you.

A couple minutes later the doorbell rang letting you know that your food had arrived. Your stomach rumbled loudly as you stood up, thanking your lucky graces that your food had finally arrived.

The kid standing outside the door mumbled an oh fuck as he realized who you were .With the Joker being one of the most if not the most wanted criminal in Gotham it was hard to not grab attention as well. Everyone knew who you were, the Joker’s girlfriend.

“That’ll be $21.95…,” he stammered quietly.

“Oh relax kid, I’m not gonna hurt ya. Here, keep the change,” you said after handing him thirty bucks and closing the door. “J the food is here,” you yelled, hoping he would hear you from his office. His heavy footsteps thumped down the stairs and to the kitchen.

“You got Chinese?” He looked at you with  face of mild disgust.

“Yea, you said to order something so I got Chinese. I was in the mood for it.” You opened the boxes dishes a bit of everything on to your plate and leaving him to do the same. You padded up to your shared bedroom and plopped down on the bed. You looked down at your plate and started shovelling all sorts of food in to your hungry mouth. The door cracked open and you looked up.

“Hey. Mind if I join you?” It wasn’t really a question, more of him letting you know he was coming to sit with you. You grunted in acknowledgement and went back to your food. You felt his hand creep up your calf, massaging the stiff muscles of your leg. He worked your leg muscles with vigor and caution before moving to the other leg. You closed your eyes and sighed at the amazing feeling of his hands massaging you. “Y/N are you mad at me baby?” You looked up at him and made eye contact with those wild blue eyes. Instead of answering him you just looked back down at your food.

“You know waht J? Yes. I am mad. I know we haven’t been dating for long or anything but I don’t think it’s fair for you to ignore me and be a dick whenever you’re pissed about something. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll see you in a bit,” you said as you stood up. He stared at you as you walked away from him.

No one had ever really been that honest with him and it caught him off guard. He knew he was an asshole but no one ever had the guts to point it out. He sighed and walked back to his office deciding it was probably best to leave you be for the time being.

After you had stepped out of the shower and dried off a little bit you plopped back down on to the bed and laid there staring at the ceiling. You had sort of zoned out and finally snapped back in to reality when the bed side opposite of yours dipped .

“Please don’t be mad princess. Come here.” You turned over to face him. His face was sincere and although it was difficult for him to admit, he was sorry. He hated seeing you mad at him. You scooched towards his open arms and laid your head on his firm chest. “Treasure this moment  because it’s a rare one, but I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off. I’m a little grumpy that’s all. I got word that one of my, no our, business partners has plans to kill me. I don’t want to get you involved,” he stated. You heart grew as you realized that he really meant it, he was just being like this to protect you.

“Fine… But ya gotta make it up to me,” you countered. A a wide smile touched his lips, putting his shiny silver teeth on view.

“Mmm come here princess, let me make it all better,” he growled, looking at you with a predatory look on his alabaster white skin. You grinned and crawled towards him returning his hungry look. “That’s it baby c’mere.”

You finally reached him and you threw your arms over his shoulders. You pulled him in for the kiss you had been anticipating. Your lips molded perfectly together creating a fiery, passionate kiss. His hands were roaming your body, trying to elicit the moans he loved so much. He traced his fingertips down your arms creating goosebumps. His lips trailed down from your lips, to your jaw, and finally to the base of your neck where he found the most sensitive part of your neck.

“Mmm daddy yes.” Your eyes widened and you pulled away in shock that you had just said that. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. It just sorta slipped out oh my gosh,” you babbled. He pressed his pointer finger against your lips, silencing you.

“Come back to daddy princess,” He purred in your ear as he pulled you flush against his body. “What do you want daddy to do baby girl? Tell me,” he demanded.

“I want daddy to touch me,” you mumbled quietly. The hunger in his eyes was indescribable. He was filled with pure lust right now, his pupils dilated to the maximum. He grinned at you and pushed you down on the bed, laying you down. He kneeled over top of you and slid your shirt up your torso. His touch burned your skin as he touched your stomach and lifting them up to your breasts.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled as he drank you in. “Tell daddy what you want. Are you wet for me baby girl? Hmm? Tell me princess, tell daddy how good he makes you feel.” He briefly lifted you up to unclip your bra. He gently pushed you back down and slipped off the undergarment. The cold air made your nipples harden and he brushed his thumb over your hardened peak. You let out a quiet moan and subconsciously lifted your chest in to his hand. He smirked and pinched your nipple. You let out a yelp at the unexpected pain that only brought you pleasure.  

“Oh god J. Please I want you so bad,” you said in a needy voice, your desperation for him coming through. You reached up to run your fingers through his green hair but the moment you lifted your hands he had them pinned down to the bed.

“Oh baby girl you think you can move without my permission? Is daddy gonna have to teach you a lesson?” You loved when his dominant side came out. You shook your head and smiled up at him. His hand slid down your stomach, reaching in to the band of your pants. You gasped as you felt his finger lightly press against your throbbing clit. You needed him and he knew it. He studied your face careful trying to figure out your expression.

“If I let your hands go will you be a good girl for me?” He smirked at you as he looked at the vulnerable place you were in. The hand he was holding your wrists with moved down to caress your cheek and then wrapped around your neck. You threw your head back and moaned at the rush that his choking gave you. “Mmm that’s it baby moan for daddy,” he purred in your ear.

He dropped his pants along with his boxers and looked at you with pure lust.

“I want you so bad,” you moaned. He pulled off your shorts and your cute little thong and aligned his cock with your dripping hole. “Do it J, fuck me, fuck me hard,” you stuttered due to his hand lightly pushing down on your throat. He slowly pushed his way in to you, groaning at the tightness of your pussy. A sexy noise erupted from your mouth at the feel of him stretching you, filling you completely, bringing nothing but pleasure.

The slow intimate sex didn’t last very long as he picked up momentum and plowed in to you. Your hips connecting with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room mixed with the growls and groans coming from him. He definitely knew what he was doing as he reached down and started to rub your clit. The sensation of his fingers rubbing your sensitive nub and the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places threw you over the edge.

“Oh god J, I’m cumming,” you stuttered, unable to form complete sentences.

“Oh baby girl, did I say you could cum?” He looked at you with a mischievous grin on his face. Your eyes widened as you thought of what might come next. Your suspicions were confirmed when he filled you over, raising your hips. His big hand came down on your ass and you let out a small yelp. He caressed the spot where he had spanked you and then came down with another hit. “That’s what you get for being naughty princess,” he said as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. The pleasure he was giving you was out of this world. You had never felt this way before and you loved it.

“God I’m so close, please let me cum, pretty please,” you begged. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled hard using your hair as leverage to pound you harder.

“Alright cum baby, daddy’s so close. Cum for daddy,” he said, giving you permission to do what you needed most at this moment. The rush of your orgasm flowed through your body, your pussy clenching around his cock. This sent him flying over the edge, finally finding his own release.

He collapsed beside you and you laid down beside him.

“Oh my god J. That was amazing. That was the best you’ve ever fucked me,” you said as you turned to look at him. He grunted in agreement, still overwhelmed from his orgasm. He reached over and pulled you in to his side, your head resting on his chest. You quickly fell asleep, exhausted from the amazing sex you just had.

“Goodnight princess, daddy’s right here,” he said as he kissed the top of your head, soon drifting in to his own slumber.

Powerless (El Diablo x Reader)

A/N. This bitch is over 5000 words long, so prepare yourselves. The goal is for it to be three parts in total, and i’ve already started part two, so be ready for that (considering how long they are though, it could be a few days). I love this character, and he deserved better, so be prepared for more stuff for him. alright, I hope you guys like this, enjoy!

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


The locker room went from almost painfully loud to dead silent in under a second. Every man in the room turned to look at (y/n) as she threw her duffel bag into her locker and began to change. She was used to it. Instead of responding she pulled on her uniform jacket, clipped her belt around her hip, and crouched to lace up her boots, all without looking at the men surrounding her.

There weren’t a lot of women who worked as guards for Belle Reve prison, but even so there was a women’s locker room just down the hall. As a prank– which she later learned happened to every woman on her first day– (y/n) had been assigned a locker in the men’s room. Griggs, and a few of the other men, were hoping to get a laugh or two out of it, but when she changed without complaint, and without giving them anything to look at, they knew the charade had failed.

“(Y/l/n)!” Griggs barked, hoping to at least make her jump. Instead she turned slowly to look at him. He hated this woman already. “I’m Commander Griggs, your superior. Are you aware you’re in the wrong locker room?”

She raised an eyebrow when a couple men snickered around her, but gave him a pleasant smile. “I’m sorry, I must have gotten the wrong locker number. I’ll make sure to have that changed. I hope I didn’t make anyone uncomfortable.” Her sharp eyes swept the room, and more then a few of the men shifted under her gaze. “And technically I serve Amanda Waller. This transfer is only temporary.”

Griggs smiled at that. “Because you were caught fucking your boss.”

That got a reaction from her. A blush spread from the tips of her ears down her neck, but instead of lowering head her eyes hardened and she gritted her teeth. “Yes sir.”

Griggs’s smile grew. She may have outranked him once, but now she was his, and she had best remember that. He would make her remember. “Perfect. Right this way, let’s introduce you to the inmates.”

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The Joker x Reader - “Mini Monster in Training”

The Joker is going to babysit his daughter alone for the first time. You really need to get away for a little bit so hopefully the two of them will manage without you. How hard can it be?!

“Here she is, baby,” you whisper, handing over your 6 months old daughter to J.  She’s still sleeping and he reaches his hands, impatient:

“Gimme!” he grins, placing Emma on his chest, careful not to wake her up. “I don’t want you to go,” he talks in a low voice, caressing her back.

“I’ll only be gone for a few hours, OK? I really need to dye my hair and get out of the penthouse for a little bit.”

“What if I have to change her? I don’t like that part,” The Joker pouts, pulling on your hand.

“Then just change her, you’ll be fine. Text me or call me if something happens,” you lean over to kiss him, then kiss her little head and sneak out of the bedroom before he complains some more.

“Don’t stay too long!” you hear him before closing the door.

It’s for the first time J is babysitting on his own. Since it’s still morning, he takes a little nap with her, feeling lazy for once. When she starts moving around he opens his eyes, hoping she won’t wake up yet. He keeps on looking at her, amazed on how cute she is.

She’s so adorable, he thinks, mesmerized by her dark blonde, curly hair. I sure made a beautiful baby; I’m such a stud! J praises himself since there is no one else around to do it for him.

Emma starts rubbing her eyes, and finally lifts her head up, babbling something The Joker finds irresistibly sweet so he kisses her forehead, taking a deep breath, not understanding why he feels so ecstatic.

“Hey, Pumpkin Pie, we’re home alone, what do you think about that, hm? Wanna have some fun with daddy?”

She grows more and more impatient and he has to get up, heading towards the living room.

“What are you wearing?” he chuckles, noticing the writing on her little pink onesie: “Miss J - Mini Monster in Training.” You two ordered so many personalized clothes for her she has a room full that will hopefully be worn at least once before she grows older. “That’s right, daddy’s Mini Monster,” he lifts her up really high in his arms and she giggles like a little mouse, showing him the few little teeth she has. “You like that? Daddy knows what you like,” he smirks, putting her down in the crib with a bunch of toys.

“I have to take a shower and I’ll be right back, little Princess,” and he heads towards the bathroom when he gets the text from you:

“I forgot to tell you I fed and changed her before I left so you should be good for a while.”

Thank God, The Joker rolls his eyes, relieved, trying to be as fast as possible while getting ready for the day.

After he’s done he takes his daughter with him in the office, holding her while trying to write down in his agenda. Emma pulls on his diamond earring, trying to get the shiny stone out.
“Auch, little Doll, that kind of hurts,” he moves his head away from her tiny hand and she won’t have any of it so she starts whimpering, unhappy he’s denying her something she was having fun with.

“Oh, no, don’t cry, daddy doesn’t like that,” he frowns, bouncing her in his arms for a bit, then he gives up, resigned, letting her go back to her play while she coos, starting to chew on his shirt. Her hands move from his earring to his hair, pulling on the green strands.

“You like my hair?” he scribbles on the paper, absent minded while she keeps on drooling and biting even more on his favorite shirt. “Pumpkin Pie, not on my purple shirt!” he whines, exasperated when finally notices what she’s doing. J puts her down on the floor, wiping as much as he can off the silk and she starts slowly crawling around his feet, rattling some of the toys she finds around the carpet from time to time.

The Joker feels her by his leg but doesn’t pay attention until it’s too late: she is chewing on his favorite pants now, preoccupied with her task.

“Noooo, little Princess, not my pants too,” J huffs, lifting her up again and he realizes it wasn’t probably a good idea to wear fancy clothes while babysitting. He heads towards the closet and gets a pair of sweatpants out, quickly changing before the baby gets too fussy in the crib.

“There, better,” he concludes and seeing she dribbled all over her onesie, he wants to change her too. He digs around her attire, not being able to decide until he finds the yellow one-piece that gets his attention: “Mommy just wanted a massage and here I am.” He starts laughing, amused, remembering that night: this really is how Emma happened. Of course it was your idea to have it immortalized on fabric.

The Joker puts her on the bed and since he’s doing all this work, might as well change her diaper too, even if it’s barely wet. He is super-fast because he hates diaper duty and after his daughter is all buttoned up in the onesie, he notices he forgot to give her a new Pampers.

“Dammit!”, he mumbles, starting all over again, struggling to keep her in place and she fights him on the verge of crying because he’s taking too long and she wants her freedom. “There, there, you’re done!” he announces, tossing her in the air and catching her, avoiding disaster because now she’s very happy again. “Daddy knows what you like!” he squishes her chubby cheeks together, kissing them and… up in the air again.  After three more rounds he stops and goes on the balcony, showing Emma the city but she couldn’t care less: that bright green hair seems to be her favorite toy today.

“Little Doll, would you like to have a brother or a sister later on?” he switches her on the order arm, looking down from the 30th floor. She baby talks and blows a raspberry, beginning to munch on his shoulder.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he snickers, ticklish at her touch. “You know, mommy will probably disapprove: she says her boobs got as big as Titanic after she had you, but I don’t see the harm in that. Daddy likes it,” he admits, thinking about it for a few moments before coming back to reality, disappointed you’re not there so he can stare at your cleavage. “Are you hungry?” it finally clicks for him and goes back inside, taking some baby food out of the fridge.

He places her in the baby seat in the kitchen and starts feeding her from the small jar. For some reason The Joker decides to taste a bit of her food and it sends shivers down his spine.

“Wow, this tastes like crap, how can you eat it, kid?!” but Emma seems to enjoy it. She is rubbing her eyes again, yawning, refusing the spoon and he suspiciously tries to guess on what she might need.

“Are you tired, Pumpkin Pie?” he pets her little head, wiping the food off her face. She winces when he picks her up, her lower lip quivering and he tries to soothe her.

“I’m tired too, you exhausted daddy to the maximum and only Y/N is usually able to do that. Your mom’s a naughty little fox, did you know that? “ he mutters, stretching his back while his daughter’s eyes are slowly closing, sucking on her thumb half asleep.

He gets in bed too and covers her with the blanket, determined to stay there 5 more minutes until she is completely out before going back to his work.

But he dozes off too because babysitting sure is a difficult chore even for The Clown Prince of Crime.

You were only gone for about four hours and a half, that’s why you are surprised to find both your sunshines passed out in the master bedroom.

“God, that’s sexy,” you softly laugh when you see the dried out drool on his shoulder, barely kissing his cheek so you won’t wake him.

I wonder if he would want another baby later on, you think but then you glance down at your huge boobs and sigh, annoyed. Maybe not a good idea for now.

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Daddy! (The Joker x Reader SMUT!)

Originally posted by ronniesnark

Requested by anons <3
Prompts:  Can you do one where the reader jokingly calls Joker “daddy” and he ends up getting really turned on and it leads to some serious smut? Your writing is awesome by the way aaaahhh

Imagine the Joker (Jared Leto) spanking you for misbehaving!!! I’m sorry for my sinful nature XD
A/N: guys smut is not my forte i have no idea what im doing
WARNINGS: smut duh, a bit rough???

MASTERLIST.

The tension in the crowded VIP lounge spiked as you cast your gaze down from the Joker that was staring at you with a mixture of anger and excitement. With a wave of his hand the room was left completely empty, besides the two of you. You could still faintly hear the loud music as the door shut. You licked your dry lips. He stood up, wordless, circling you like a wolf it’s prey before he stopped right in front of you.

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Distress (Joker x Pregnant! Reader)

“Imagine almost losing your baby when a deal goes wrong and it causing the Joker to go crazy.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you write one where the reader is pregnant and a deal goes bad and she almost loses the baby and mr j goes insane?!”

Warnings: Blood, violence, “almost” baby loss, mentions of torture.


Just a regular business deal, one he’d done a hundred times before today. Nothing was suppose to go wrong.

You sat alone in the car. His words echoing in your head as you leaned back in the leather seats.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”

A sigh left you as you stared out the window at the rundown warehouse. You ran your hand along the top of your stomach, smiling softly as you did. Despite you the fact carrying the child of the most dangerous man in Gotham, you had never been happier.

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The Night Before (SMUT WARNING) - Jai Courtney

This part is set the night before the first chapter, ‘The Morning After’. I wasn’t originally going to do this but I had a feeling that someone would ask me to do it and someone messaged me mentioning that they would like to see what happened the night before :) so here it is!

Word Count: 2159
Read this on AO3 here.
Read the first part here.
Anon message inspiration here

Jai’s feet were resting on the coffee table when you got home. He greeted you with a smile and muted the television show he was watching. “Hey, baby. How was work?”

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