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Broken Glass On The Floor - Joker X GN Reader
Title: Broken Glass On The Floor
Joker X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Batman (Mentioned)
Requested by @getmesomethingreal!
WC: 2,592
Warnings: Fighting (verbal), angry J, J doesn't like feelings, J also hates being wrong, death mentioned, the ending of TDK mentioned, J's in love and he hates it, anxiety, hurt/comfort, angst, and a fluffy ending
You hummed a soft tune as you adjusted the beautiful bouquet of flowers into your favorite vase. The vase was a tall one, with lovely shades of blues and greens to complement the pale yellow roses that sat inside perfectly. It sat in front of your window overlooking the small garden behind your home. A few pots of sunflowers and irises were scattered throughout, giving off a relaxing scent. It felt perfect for the springtime season. The vase was your most prized possession, it was the first item you bought when you got your first apartment, and it had been with you for years ever since; plus, you greatly admired the way the blue and green swirled and contrasted against each other. You smiled at the memory as you put away the remaining flowers, turning to see Joker enter your home from the back door, slamming it shut.
Your smile dropped, watching as the Crown Prince of Crime stalked angrily to his office, completely ignoring you, slamming the door shut. Your shoulders drooped, biting your bottom lip as you wondered what happened while he was out. You wanted to do something for J, to make him feel better, so you wandered over to his office door. You paused at the door, letting out a small breath before you knocked. Now, you weren't scared of J, you never would be, J never turned his anger toward you so you didn't hesitate in helping him when he was angry. Normally when he did come home angry, you'd let him calm down a bit and ask him if he needed anything, or even, rarely, you'd hug him. Even though he normally didn't hug back, you felt like it helped him; to an extent.
You slowly opened the door, spotting J sitting hunched over at his desk, hands in his hair; the dim light made the room a little eerie but you ventured in nonetheless. You hated seeing J so upset, you loved him, so you wanted to help him in some way. "J?" You softly, not wanting to startle him. His head whipped up, his eyes dark as he glared at you, slightly startling you but you continued, "Was it the Batman again?"
Joker practically growled as he dropped his hands and clenched his fists, "Are you trying to mock me?" He asked through gritted teeth as he drew out his words, voice rough and laced with anger.
You frowned, "No, I'm not, J." You said, walking slowly to him. "I'm just worried about you. If you need anything, or if there's something wrong, you can talk to me-"
"I don't need your help. In fa-ct," He licked his lips slowly, "I don't need you." Joker interrupted, standing abruptly as you bit your lip to try and hold in your tears of confusion and rejection.
“You… You don’t need me?” You asked softly, voice breaking slightly before J pushed past you and out of the office.
You turned, following, your heart hammering in your chest and eyes widening as J stormed back over to the back door, backhanding your precious vase off the windowsill, causing it to shatter on the ground below. J then left the house, leaving you all alone again. You stood frozen where you stood in the hall, staring dumbly at the shattered pieces of glass and petals in front of you. You couldn't believe what just happened. Tears pricked your eyes as you sank to the ground, burying your face in your hands. This isn’t fair... You thought, tears spilling down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly, mourning over your now broken vase.
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J didn't come back for the next couple of days, probably staying over at that abandoned warehouse, and you were actually glad he wasn't home. You didn't want to see him. Even though he broke your treasured vase, you still loved him. You would never stop loving him.
You sighed, staring blankly in your bed, unconsciously cuddling J's pillow to your chest, curled up into a ball as you replayed over and over your vase falling to the floor. You sniffled, tears stinging your eyes once more. “I can’t believe he broke my vase…” You mumbled to yourself sadly. “I really loved that vase...” You trailed off, sighing sadly once more. J had never done anything like that before, yeah, sometimes he let out his anger, but he never broke things.
Sitting up, you sit back against the headboard of your bed, lazily grabbing the tv remote and turning it on; maybe your favorite show or movies are on. Flipping through channels, you stopped at the news when you saw a glimpse of your Joker on the screen. You watched as police helicopters recorded Batman dropping J off the high skyscraper, before catching him with some device and just letting him hang there. You felt as if your heart fell to the pit of your stomach. J almost died. He was caught by Batman, his plans were foiled, that was why he was so upset.
You shook your head, that was no excuse for J to snap at you and break your vase. You sighed again, feeling defeated. You didn't know what you should do or what to think. What you did know was that you still didn't want to see him, no matter how much you missed him.
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The next day, J finally came home. His gloved hand holding a piece of paper, he went straight to his office. Dropping the paper on his desk, he exited and looked around the living room, not seeing you anywhere. The room was deathly quiet except for the sound of the occasional car driving down the neighborhood road. You didn't even have the radio playing. J narrowed his eyes in thought, normally when he came home you were doing something in the main room, reading, cleaning, watching tv, dancing even, humming while you put those flowers away in that dumb vase of yours... J turned his head to where the vase had been, the windowsill was empty and the wooden floor underneath was clean. J didn't mean to break your vase, he was just blinded by his fury and the vase was just there. Batman had ruined his plans and destroyed everything he worked so hard for... He was just so angry he needed to do something.
But J would never hurt you. Never. You were his and only his. Though he would never admit this out loud to you, and it bothered him just thinking about it, he cared about you, enough to probably call it love, but J hated that word. And he knew you loved him too, since you told him all the time. But, he hated how weak it made him feel, he hated how weak you made him feel. It was disgusting. It made him feel terrible, he'd get this weird icky feeling in his stomach around you, and his heart would hammer in his chest from just you smiling at him. Disgusting. Though the thought of you with someone else made his blood boil, he wouldn't let anyone else touch you, he wouldn't let them get close. You were his. Only his and no one else’s.
So, where were you?
J wandered around the home, slowly, his defense up just in case, J checked each room, before stopping at the bedroom. The door was closed and J tilted his head to the side as he stared at the dark oak door. It was usually open during the day, so why was it closed? J licked the scars on the inside of his cheek, glaring at the door as he heard a tv playing on the other side. You were there. Normally, J would just enter the room, but when J tried to turn the door handle, it wouldn't budge. Locked? He thought, staring at the door a little bit longer before heading back to his office.
A few hours later, heading to the bathroom, J passed you in the hallway. Stopping he turned and watched as you ignored him, making your way down the hall and to the kitchen. J continued to stare as your body turned the corner, confused, before he continued to the bathroom.
A couple hours later, J couldn't find you again, and you weren't in your room, his mind racing as to where you could've been before he found a Post-It on the fridge . At least you told him you were at the store. He'd have to send a goon or two to watch over you.
And only later, when you came back and were reading in your favorite chair and he had entered the living room, only then did Joker realize that you were actively avoiding him as you got up from your chair and left the room, almost as quickly as he entered.
Now, Joker hated being wrong, being stubborn, but what he hated more was you ignoring him. After spending so long getting used to your presence after all these years, you were always with a hand on his arm or doing some sort of physical contact, only to now be ignoring him... It was irritating. He hated it. It made his skin itch. No matter how much he hated it, he knew he had to do something to try and get you to talk to him again; look at him again. He was becoming restless. Obsessed with the thought of you as he thought up a plan. So, J did what J thought was best, went out into the Gotham streets.
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You sat in your chair, a few hours since J had left again, and you let out a sad sigh. You had been finding it harder and harder to distance yourself from J, but you had to do it. You hoped he'd understand that you were angry and that you were hurting because of him. You did want nothing more than for him to apologize, but you didn't want him to make an attempt to comfort you if he didn't actually mean it, you didn't really care anymore. You knew deep down under that hard exterior, under the mask, J loved you. You knew it. That was all you could ask for.
You sighed, watching the sun begin to set over the horizon, turning the sky a pinky-blue. You wanted J to come back and hold you and kiss you... And tell you that you were his, something you took as his way of showing that he loved you; along with his very actions alone, the way he held you told you everything. You didn't want an apology, all you wanted now was for your Joker to come home and for things to get back to normal.
As the minutes passed and your eyes began to droop, you heard the back door open. Opening your tired eyes, you slowly blinked, your neck straining as you sat up in your chair after falling asleep oddly on it. Looking over at the back door, J stood there, watching you. You felt your stomach flutter softly at just the sight of him, you were happy he was back. You both said nothing as you adjusted awkwardly in your seat, pushing your legs out from under you as you stood, eyes raking over him as you looked at his overall appearance. His hair was all over the place and the grease paint on his face was cracked and slightly smeared. Looking closer, it seemed that he was holding something, his arms up in an odd way that looked like he was crossing his arms; dare-say like he was holding a baby.
You watched as J slowly walked over, stopping before you as you looked up at him with a small frown. You stared at him as he did the same to you, silently asking him to speak up first, along with asking him where he had been. With no answer, suddenly, J opened his arms slightly, revealing a small gray kitten with little black stripes and bright blue eyes. You gasped lightly, staring at the baby cat in his arms as the kitten meowed; looking up at J, you could tell he was uncomfortable with the little animal on him, so you took the cat into yours. The kitten meows again as you hold it to your chest, feeling the kitten nuzzle its head against you. You couldn't help but smile down at the little one, before looking up at Joker, who just stared at you and the feline in your arms.
"J..." You whispered out, tears forming in your eyes as you tried to push them down, only for J to let out a gruff hum in return, reaching his finger up to gently poke the kitten on the head, as if he was trying to pet it. It was adorable. You then looked down at the kitten, your mind racing with different name ideas as you thought about all the things you now needed to get, like cat food, a fluffy bed, treats, toys, a food dispenser, and maybe even a cool cat tree. You looked back up at J, a small shy smile growing on your face, "Thank you." You went on the tip of your toes to press a soft kiss onto his lips, your cheeks flushing as his hands immediately reached to your sides, pulling you flush against him, one hand going behind your back and one hand weaving through your hair as he possessively kissed your soft lips. Your eyes slid shut as you melted against him, kissing back as passionately as he kissed you. As the kiss slowly died down, you let out a small laugh, J's finger coming up to brush against your bottom lip, smearing the red grease paint that transferred there.
You hummed happily before hearing the kitten meow, looking down, you scooted the kitten to one arm, the kitten's tiny claws digging into your sweater lightly as you grabbed J's arm with your free hand.
"Let's go to bed. I'm going to make the baby's bed and find him some food." You spoke, your voice mimicking a child's as you merged to talk to the kitten, "Yes, you are so cute, the cutest of cutes. Who wuvs you, I wuv you!"
As J watched you from the doorway of the bedroom, he placed a hand over his heart, rubbing the purple suit slightly as he felt the faint rapid beating of his heart. His eyes almost softened as he continued to watch you interact with the kitten, seeing that smile on your face, the red grease paint still on your lips, he wished you would keep that paint there forever, showing that you were his. J swore he would protect you from anything and everything, not even Batman could get close to you. Mine, mine, mine, mine. With those words echoing in his head, he entered the bedroom, getting rid of the grease paint on his face before joining you on the bed, and taking you in his arms. You smiled as J buried his now clean face in the crook of your neck.
"I love you." You mumbled, your hand going behind you to brush your fingertips against his cheek briefly as your eyes began to drift close, sleep beginning to take over.
J kept his eyes shut as he felt your breathing slow into a soothing, peaceful pace before he opened his mouth only to close it a moment later; pulling you closer into his chest.
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too far in || j.r
for that anon that requested this, i like the way you think. ;)
synopsis: just a snippet of your relationship with the joker
warnings: joker (bc he deserves his own warning), sexual/suggestive themes, angst ig, my spelling probably.
fem!reader x joker
you really couldn't pinpoint when or how it started. it's almost as if he'd always been there; by your side in your bed. you knew it was wrong. having these.. relations with gothams most wanted was a sure way of having either gcpd on your front door or batman, and if the time came you hoped it was the former.
tonights no exception either. it's late, way past anyones bedtime. you're in your bed, sleeping after a long day of work when you felt the bed dip. something that always left you mesmerized was how he never made a sound. you'd only know he was there if he wanted it to be known, otherwise he would just blend into the shadows.
no words are exchanged, you don't need too. you both know what he wants and you have not problem giving it to him after all, you want it too.
he slips in you so easily like all the other times. his cut and callused hands sending shivers throughout your body, jagged nails gripping onto your flesh.
his hips are rutting into yours, leaving you breathless. depending on the time of night or on how much energy you both had it was either slow and somewhat meaningful or crude and animalistic, you just couldn't decide which one you'd prefer.
the only sounds he would make would be low groans and pants or the occasional dirty talk or instructions, never being one to make useless chit-chat, "that's it baby, right there," "what a filthy cunt, just taking my cock in" "imagine what people would say if they found out what we were doing."
you on the other hand were left hot and bothered. moaning whenever he'd hit that right spot, whimpering when his nails or sometimes teeth would clamp down on you, whining every time he'd finish and leave you empty.
when you wake up he's never there, but you know that he was by the smears of red and black grease paint on the pillow next to you. you'd push down the hurt you'd feel in your chest. it's okay. it's for the better. anything more or with him and your life is basically ruined.
but you knew, you were far too deep into him.
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Joker, but with a virgin reader who barely understands sex stuff cuz they grew up overly sheltered and innocent, so he essentially has to teach them through it and introduce some kinky stuff to them
His Lighthouse: Sweet Girl (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Sweet Girl - Oneshot
KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!
Author’s note:
Hey hi anon!! I am so sorry it took me an entire week to fill this request! I got carried away and went down a perfectionist spiral trying to envision Joker in this situation. It was difficult to keep him in character but still caring enough for Y/n who is virtually clueless! I hope you enjoy the story!
You can find part two here!!
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You are truly his sweet girl in every definition of the word.
Joker's sweet little doll he so desperately wants to defile. He greatly admires your innocence and the way you view the world. Joker wants nothing more than to continue sheltering you, but he's at his wit's end holding back his passion.
Everyday his patience wanes and it's only a matter of time before he pounces on his prey. You.
He wants to sink his teeth into your skin and hear you cry out in pleasure with every snap of his hips. He wants to see your brain turn off from an overload of pleasure. It's not a want anymore but a need. He needs to break you.
He can't wait anymore and judging by your coy smiles and teasing touches, he knows you want this too.
Although Joker should've known something was wrong since things between you and him never advanced any further than kissing. You would shy away the minute he grabbed your hips or tried to remove any article of clothing from you.
He should have noticed the telltale signs.
Months of hiding at your place in your pink little bubble, far far away from mean old Gotham City, and all that Joker had to show for as process with you was cuddling or making out.
Nothing more, nothing less. It was frustrating for sure.
Joker knew you were attracted to him; he saw it in the way your eyes widened and lingered on him.
You would bite your lip whenever he purposefully let his shirt ride up or whenever he picked you up to show off his strength. He even came out of the shower dripping wet without a towel once— you tucked tail and ran to your room.
Joker was using every trick in the book to get a reaction from you, however; you stayed demure and kept your hands to yourself. It was maddening!
Even at night when the two of you were preparing for bed, (separately, much to his irritation) he'd pull you close and rock his hips into yours.
"Wanna sleep with meee tonight, baby doll?" You would flush red and wiggle out of his arms before stampering out a million no's and vanish from sight.
Joker hated hearing your door slam close but what could he do? He was running out of options.
There were so many clues in front of him regarding this dilemma but the truth finally came to light one day he had you trapped underneath him on the bed.
No more running. No more excuses. He was claiming you tonight.
He was attacking your neck with kisses and actively grinding his hard on into your pretty shorts. The skimpy things you wore around the house tested his limited sanity! Were you trying to seduce him? Bravo, because you succeeded. And he was supposed to be impervious to your charms and be a gentleman. Screw that.
Your body was a prize to be had and Joker waited long enough to have it.
He had the helm of your shirt balled up to your abdomen when you froze. "W-Wait um Joker. I-I.."
"Shhhh little bunny.. I just wanna see ya."
You didn't like that and tried pushing Joker up and off. How did he get you on the bed in the first place you wondered?
Joker noticed your aversion to his touch and growled in annoyance. Every freaking time he tried to get closer with you; you pushed him away. He had enough. He no longer had any patience to deal with this anymore.
"What's the deal, hmm? You don't li-ke me anymore?"
Your eyes immediately locked with his. "N-No! I like you.. it's just..." You wavered.
"Just whaT? Hmm? Tell me bunny! Open that pretty... little mouth of yours and tell me."
You did the exact opposite. You bit your lip and looked away from Joker. Your selective shyness was rather annoying at this point and Joker let his frustrations be known.
"You're such a cocktease ya know that? Runnin' around in these shorts and things making those little... noises when ya think I don't notice. Yeah, I hear em doll. You're killing me but the second I touch ya, this happens!" Joker gestured at you cowering away from him.
"What are ya, some virgin or something?" He sighed to himself. But then he looked down at you in shock when he heard your soft yes.
Oh. He was a f___king idiot.
You were holding back tears and the second Joker realized his mistake and touched your arm, they burst to the surface.
"Ohhh.. Bunny noo. Look at me." You did and shined your e/c at him. "There she is.. my sweet girl. Why didn't you tell me?"
He lied back on the bed and dragged you with him to recline on his chest. You were perfectly fine cuddling with J. Anything else after that was scary.
He couldn't see your face since it was buried in his shirt so you answered him truthfully.
"I.. I thought you knew.." You mumbled. Joker smacked his lips and started stroking your hair. You left it down today and he loved its wild, untamed state.
He really didn't know and he felt stupid for not realizing it sooner and for making you feel uncomfortable around him. He worked so hard in the beginning to make you not fear him. He didn't exaggerate his words as much, he cut down on his fear tactics around you, virtually everything about himself was altered to gain your trust.
You were a timid little thing, eager to help him hide from the GCPD in exchange for nothing. You cooked, cleaned, kept him company (just not sexually) all with a smile on your face. You were so naïve yet brave, of course Joker fell for you!
You laughed at his silly jokes and that smile of yours was worth losing pieces of himself to appease you. He'd do anything to make you happy.
But Joker wanted more. He wanted to be selfish.
He wanted to corrupt your sweet and innocent demeanor and mold it to his will. He wanted those big doe eyes of yours to cloud over with lust and your full plump lips to stretch around his cock as he choked you with it.
He knew you'd be perfect underneath him; you were already such a sweet thing. A true people pleaser; doing any and everything to make his stay at your place more enjoyable.
What he would really enjoy is your pussy milking his cock for what it's worth.
It's all he thought about these days but you couldn't handle him removing your shirt, how in the world would he train you to be his cum-drunk bunny?
But Joker loved a challenge and you... you were worth the hassle.
"I never wanna scare my bunny away. She's so perfect, and oh so sweet. Too sweet.." He kissed you so softly, it made your head spin.
Joker pulled back before things started to get heavy, "But I realllly wanna taste ya more, Y/n. You trust me?"
You looked down and away until Joker chased after you. "No no nooo. None of that. Don't look away. I can teach you if you want."
"Teach me? But what if... What if I'm not good enough?" You whimpered.
That's what you were worried about? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This was all in your head.
"Won't know until you try." He sang back. You seemed to understand that much and shifted your weight to straddle Joker more properly. He exhaled through his nose when you unknowingly rocked your hips into his dick.
"Okay. I think I wanna try now. Is that okay? C-Can we try right now, J?"
How could he say no to such a sweet request? You were so embarrassed yet enthusiastic about this, it made him go crazy. He kept his hands behind his head and sighed.
"Depends... How far ya wanna go?" He asked.
"What do you mean? How far with what?"
It took everything in Joker not to groan in frustration. Did your parents not teach you anything about sex? What kind of upbringing did you have to not know anything?
Joker wasn't sure if he could handle teaching you from scratch but everyone had to start somewhere.
"What do ya know about sex, Y/n?"
He watched you squirm and bite your lip. You had to know something to be interested and he would wait to see what he was working with before going further.
"Um.. the doctor at the clinic said it shouldn't h-hurt if my partner um.. p-preps me enough with foreplay. I think that means kissing and cuddling but once she brought out two dolls and started talking about positions I.. she lost me."
Joker was lost too. "Doctor?"
You nodded and wiggled your hips against him. You seriously had to stop doing that..
"I went to get checked after I saw you come out of the shower that day. I got really wet and uncomfortable um, d-down there, and nothing I did made the feeling go away. S-So I panicked and went to the clinic! It was super embarrassing but I think I understand the logistics of it all a little better. Joker? Are you okay?"
You poked his cheek since he looked spaced out and he had every right to be.
Horny. You were horny and didn't know why. Nothing you did made the feeling go away and he remembered back to that night when you trapped yourself in your room.
Just what all did you try? Did you get yourself off? How did you do it?
And then everything clicked. Your lingering eyes, the tiny shorts and flimsy tops. Those f__king thigh high socks... You started wearing them more and more frequently after his little shower stunt. Your body wanted him even if your brain didn't comprehend.
He was gonna have so much fun corrupting you.
In the blink of an eye, Joker had you flat on your back with your arms above your head. You were in shock, it happened so fast.
Joker let out a shaky exhale and looked you over.
"Next time you feel wet, come to me. I'll help.. relieve that pain, mkay? Do you feel wet now?" He asked as he grinded his knee into your sex. You jerked in his hold and winced.
"Um, a little.. that feels funny."
"Describe it to me." Joker purred into your ear. He trailed kisses down your neck to distract you from noticing he was lifting your top up.
Stupid thing wasn't covering anything, it was so thin.
"Ah! I-I feel warm and.. it aches.. but I don't know why. It's almost like there's an itch I need to scratch but I tried that!"
Joker had the brief image of your tiny hands poking and prodding your opening, trying desperately to soothe something only his cock could reach.
"Poor little bunny. Wanna know why it aches mmh?"
He heard you sigh out a yes. By then Joker was kissing your heaving chest and had an idea. Why remove your top the boring way? Nothing about tonight would be normal.
You gasped as Joker tore your top right off your body. Your breasts bounced from the action and Joker groaned seeing them already erect sans a bra. Just the perfect size for him to squeeze and worship. He was drooling already.
He locked eyes with you with a wolfish smile. "Cuz your greedy little pussy wants my cock.
"Y-Your cock?"
Joker groaned and leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth while his hand got well acquainted with the other. It was so soft and tasted even better, but hearing your surprised moans was the topping on the cake.
You didn't know your breasts could feel so good but Joker's tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth bit it gently, was electrifying. It made the unknown feeling return tenfold.
"J-Joker! It's back! I feel weird again.."
Joker let your nipple go with a loud pop and gave the same attention to its twin but not without subtly rocking his hips into yours. Your wail was torturous.
"No! T-That's not it!" You sobbed even though your hips bucked up to meet Joker's. Something about the motion felt right, but it was missing a key element. Then you remembered Joker's comment.
"Can your umm.. cock fix it?"Joker groaned in pain. You would be the death of him. As if hearing you speak about it, his dick throbbed in his pants.
He looked up at your adorable pout and smiled. "Already using such ahh, vulgar language, baby doll. Goood girl. I knew your mouth was dirty."
He kissed down your stomach until he reached the band of your shorts. You braced your weight on your elbows to watch him. How was your mouth dirty? Did you say something bad?
Never mind that, Joker was finally addressing the problem dead on. "Are you gonna fix it, J?"
He looked up at you, a bit out of breath.
"I will bunny, just not yeT. The doc said I gotta prep you, remember? Don't wanna hurt my sweet girl now do I? Gotta hmm.. tr-eat her right.. Can I take these off?"
He asked so nicely, you couldn't say no. Anything to make this weird feeling go away, you'd do it.
You lifted your hips enough for Joker to slide your shorts and panties off in one fell swoop. Of course you didn't see him pocket said panties for safe keeping, but you quickly grew uncomfortable with the way he stared at your private parts.
Did it look weird? What if he didn't like it? You most certainly didn't. Any personal care was done as quickly as possible to avoid any unnecessary glimpses and you never looked at yourself the way Joker was right now.
He had yet to say anything but his unwavering gaze was starting to scare you. Did he have to stare for so long?
You whimpered and tried to cover your sex but Joker merely slapped your hand away.
"Stop looking at me..." You whined. That finally got Joker to meet your eye.
"Why not Y/n? Every part of you is sooo pretty. I wanna taste it..."
Before you could question the legitimacy behind his words, Joker licked your pussy with a guttural groan. The vibrations it left felt so good, you didn't realize you grabbed a hold of his hair. Joker didn't mind and quickly forgot about you being a virgin as he ate you out like a man on a mission.
"Soooooo sweet.. an' juicy.." He said in between licks.
Joker tuned out your startled babbles and pleas to savor the unique taste of your pussy. Your juices fell on his tongue like ambrosia and he lapped up every last drop that you steadily produced with gusto.
It was an honor to be the first to taste you and Joker pulled out everything in his bag of tricks to take you to the summit. Your first orgasm. F__k he wanted it all for himself.
He flicked his tongue over your clit and ever so gently slid his middle finger inside your cunt.
"Joker!" You screamed.
He chuckled as he eased it in up to his knuckle but met resistance. "Hush now baby doll. I gotta get ya loosened up to take something muchhh bigger than this..."
Something bigger? Your mind couldn't even fathom the thought. You writhed on his finger in a newfound agony until another sharp pain made you gasp.
Joker shushed you and kissed your clit as another finger slid its way into your tight hole. You were doing so well all things considered. Joker let endless praises fall from his lips in between kissing and sucking on your pussy. You seemed to unknowingly enjoy praise, if the fresh flow of juices from your slit were any indication. Joker twisted his wrist so his two fingers slid in deeper to scissor your hole wider. You were welcoming the foreign invasion but he could feel the restraint still lying dormant within you.
With every pump of his fingers, he made sure to stretch them just a bit deeper and a lot wider to further his goal. After a while, you relaxed around his two fingers and seemed to enjoy the new sensation he introduced to you.
He added a third finger even as you whimpered in protest.
"Shhh, you need thissss." Joker angled his fingers in a come hither motion to stroke your g spot directly. You jerked in shock and clamped down on his fingers.
"R-Right there, J..ahh yessss.."
Joker grinned when you practically melted to his touch. That 'itch' you kept going on about was finally being attended to. This is what you craved all along.
But something was happening. A pressure you never felt before was building and you knew it wasn't good.
"J-J..ok— ahh! I feel.. weird. I think I'm mmhph!! I don't wanna.." You cried out.
Joker saw your thighs twitching and grinned. He wondered when you'd get close. "Let it go Bunny. It's okay."
Joker's deep voice urged you on, where exactly— you were unsure of, but he was more knowledgeable than you here. Even though your brain protested the feeling, since the rising pressure resembled that of using the bathroom, you let your body's natural instinct take control.
"Listen to your body, Princess. She knows what's best."
You nodded at Joker's vague words and let the feeling build more and more. You felt hot all over and dizzy yet Joker would not stop until you crumbled completely under pressure.
He kept your thighs spread open and grinned like a certified madman as he sped up his fingers, pumping into your hole until it audibly gushed out. Almost there..
Something was happening within your body that you couldn't comprehend. Your ears were ringing and tears streamed down your face as a white hot coil snapped just underneath your navel.
You felt like passing out, it was so intense yet you moaned as waves of pleasure washed over you.
And Joker drank everything you gave. He watched you die and come back anew right before his eyes and it was such a sight to behold.
You came back shivering and weak but had enough strength to pose the question. "W-what just h-happened?"
Joker left a lasting kiss on your clit before he crawled up your body. It was flush with a sheen of sweat and desire and he showered every inch of it with affection on his travels.
"Did ya enjoy your first orgasm?" He mumbled on your shoulder. "I sure did."
"O-Orgasm? So... I didn't pee?"
Gosh you were so cute, he wanted to ruin you so bad. "Mmhm. NoT quite. You came so hard for meeee. And ya taste so good too, see?"
Joker kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, although he laughed when you jerked back in disgust.
"That's not sweet! More like tangy and salty! Eww.. and you like that?" You said while wiping your mouth clean. You were still convinced you relieved yourself, however the texture was more creamier than liquid that told you otherwise.
"I do. Very. Very. Much." To prove his point, he licked his fingers clean of you while you watched in intrigue. It got you thinking..
"Umm, w-what do you taste like J?"
Joker died then and there. You asked him so casually, was he corrupting you too fast? Of course not. You blinked owlishly at Joker waiting for a response. All he could do was chuckle under his breath.
"I'll let ya have a uhh, taste another day Bunny. Right now, f__k, I gotta.. I need to be inside this pussy. Are ya still itchy?"
You blinked twice before nodding your head.
Whatever Joker did just then was amazing but it wasn't enough to quell the unknown feeling between your legs. You still couldn't form the right words to explain the sensation though. Maybe you could ask Joker about it later. Right now, your fears were bubbling up to the surface as he towered over you.
"You'll be gentle right? It won't hurt?"
Joker sighed before kissing you soundly. He then reached a hand down to check your entrance. You were still wet and you moaned into Joker's mouth at the soothing circles he left on your sensitive bud. "Mmm it shouldn't, Bunny."
Joker stopped rubbing your clit so he could remove his shirt and pants. You watched in awe as his body was revealed to you. Sure you saw glimpses of it here and there but fully bare before you now, Joker was stunning.
How did you get so lucky?
"There's no need to be shy, Y/n." Joker cooed at you.
He noticed you were still hesitant and moved your hands to his chest for you. Seeing your hands on him.. it was a step in the right direction. He couldn't wait to see them wrapped around his cock.
Baby steps though. Today was your first time but if he played his cards right.... Why not go big rather than go home?
With Joker's permission, you caressed the hard planes of his chest and abs, wondering what the large indentation in his briefs was. The second your hand brushed against it, Joker hissed and grabbed your wrist.
Your eyes flickered up to his deep jade in awe.
"Easy there, bunny." He shivered. You tilted your head to the side in wonder until Joker let his cock spring out from his underwear. Your face was priceless.
"I take it, it's ya first time seeing one?"
You subconsciously clenched around nothing and nodded listlessly. Joker snorted and decided to let you explore uncharted territory. You know, get a little bit of hands-on training.
"Go on. Touch iT." Joker whispered in your ear as he guided your hands around his dick. He stifled his groans as your timid touch groped his shaft. J was soft yet hard at the same time and you paled at the thought of it in you.
If his fingers almost made you faint, what would this do? It felt powerful and ominous in your hands and oddly hot to the touch. Veins ran up the length of it and when you looked closer, a clear bead of liquid was oozing out the top. For some unknown reason you wanted to lick it up but second guessed yourself at the last minute.
"Is this.. going inside m-me? J, I don't think..."
"Yes it will." You wondered how Joker knew your exact thought, "I'll make it fit and you'll take every.. last.. inch. Under-stand?"
You jerked your head in a nod and it seemed to satisfy Joker since he nodded back. With that out of the way, Joker let you acquaint yourself with his dick until he grew impatient and batted your hands away. Any more stimuli and he would've cum prematurely.
He couldn't finish before the deflowering party got started. But he didn't calculate the way you were driving him nuts.
"Look at me Y/n. That, uhh, ache you have right here." Joker rubbed your womb affectionately before tipping your chin up with his fingers.
You were on your knees before him, patiently waiting for anything he would give.
"Your mind is still unsure but your body... mmmm, your body knows what it wants. Keep listening to your body, mkay? It's gonna be reallllly scary, and I. Won't. Stop. either, but you have to trust me bunny. Trust that I'm doing this to.. make you feel good. I'm going to ruin your pussy and there's nothing you can do about iT."
Your bottom lip trembled in fear but you nodded at Joker. He wouldn't deliberately hurt you.. right?
"O-Okay.. I trust you." Joker's smile was absolutely feral hearing you surrender to him so easily. You'd regret that later.
"That'sss my sweet girl. So! You're all wet and horny and need to be filled? So achy and needy? I'll help ya.."
Out of the blue Joker pushed you down on the bed and you yelped at the sudden shift in the air. "J? What're.."
"ShuT. Up. You deserve someone who will treat ya right. Mmm, should've picked someone else then. Lemme break you Princess, open up for me."
You didn't like where this was going but Joker did say to trust him. It was going to be scary but you had to trust him. Didn't mean you had to like it. You didn't want him breaking anything of yours!
Before you could turn your head away, Joker already grabbed a hold of it.
"Look at me! I said... spread your legs slut."
If Joker didn't see your pussy glistening with cum, he would have dialed things back but surprise surprise, his little virgin liked being dominated. You liked his meaner side even if your brain couldn't wrap itself around the idea. Joker was over the moon discovering your kinks way before you did.
He watched in glee as you parted your thighs for him. Your pretty folds were glistening like the delicate flower it was. Joker repeatedly slapped his dick on your puffy lips and you jumped in shock with each unexpected smack.
Even if you could squirm away, Joker would just drag you back. With one hand keeping your face towards him, he used the other to prod his cock in your slick juices.
You were so wet, he almost slipped inside with no resistance. He let you coat his dick completely and hissed at the warmth beckoning him in.
"Don't... look... away. Here we go. Ahh s__t, oh shhh shh Y/n, I know. I-I know it hurts and that.. Heh, that's just the tip.."
You were a panting mess. It felt like you were being split apart and he barely had the tip inside? This wasn't what you signed up for! "Joker, wait!!"
He muffled your cries with a kiss and bullied his way deeper inside of your tight walls, one agonizing inch at a time. You clawed at his forearm that was holding your face and wept at the sting his cock left behind.
It wasn't supposed to hurt yet it felt good at the same time. You couldn't decide which sensation overpowered the other, but right when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Joker bottomed out inside of you— groaning at your walls gripping him tight as you sobbed uncontrollably around him.
"Ahhh! Please, Joker no more!" You begged. Joker settled in within you, laughing.
"Whaddya mean, Bunny? That's it! Good job for taking me soooo well. You ahh, took it a-all on the first try. Breathe doll. Ya gotta breathe."
Joker groaned as you turned a little blue in the face. His cock was already making you go stupid and he had yet to start thrusting.
He wanted to tease you about it but he wasn't any better as your gummy walls choked the life out of his dick. You felt absolutely sinful wrapped around him. He felt lightheaded from the intense heat your body enveloped him in.
"How does it f-feel to not be a.. mmm.. virgin anymore?"
"F-Full..." You wheezed out.
"Yeah? What if I ahh, take it away?" Joker pulled out, till nothing but the aching tip remained and you cried out, begging him to come back. "I knew it, such a greedy little slut... but today I'll be generous. Here you go."
He thrust into you sharply, making you arch your back and disrupt the grip he had on your face. "Ohh you like it rough, doll?"
Joker grabbed your hips instead and set his knees into the bed. Each word was drilled into your pussy with a powerful, breathtaking thrust. "Good. To. Know."
You couldn't think straight let alone form words from the assault. All that could escape your lips was Joker's shortened name and pornagraphic moans.
You were tossing your head side to side and drooling up a storm. Joker thought it was the prettiest thing in the world. You were a natural.
"And you thoughT you wouldn't be good enough, HA! You're perfect for meeee.. I should've taken you months ago, f__k." Joker didn't care if he was talking too much, you were proving to be too much for him to handle.
Between your tight pussy suffocating his cock, to your breast bouncing in his face, Joker didn't know where to focus his attention.
That is, until you made the decision for him.
You never followed his instructions. He didn't care how hard it was to focus, he wanted to see the moment your brain shut down and floated away. How could he do that if you closed your eyes?
Joker growled and picked up the pace but not before squeezing your throat. "What.. did I tell you? Don't. Look. Away."
He wasn't expecting you to let out an airy giggle in response. You would be his undoing. Smiling as he choked you? It was like you were made for him.
Joker groaned and lost himself, giving it his all to make you feel good. This was your first time after all. He would stop at nothing to make it perfect.
You weren't complaining as you struggled to breathe in between the brutal pace Joker set and with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.
A while ago, the initial pain of his cock entering your hole morphed into mind numbing pleasure. Now you understood the hype behind sex. Why did your parents and other adults growing up censor this from you?
It was indescribable the way Joker made you feel. You were in fact seeing stars with each cant of his hips. Had you known sex could feel this good sooner, you couldn't even wrap your head around the possibilities your teenage self could have created.
"nny? Bunny? Come back to meeeee. There ya are! Heh, thought I squeezed too tight."
You blinked back the fog to notice Joker had come to a stop inside of you and was doting on you with a slight look of concern in his eyes. It was gone by the time you cleared your throat.
He let go of it during your brief stint in headspace when he saw your eyes roll back.
There was a fine line between breath play and choking. Joker wasn't about to go too far, especially since this was your first time.
He wanted this to be memorable, not kill you. So against his wishes, he stopped to check on you when you became unresponsive.
You were breathing normally again (albeit your eyes were still glazed over) but he proposed a new idea anyway. "Wanna try a different position?"
You stretched your arms out for Joker to grab onto with a meek nod. He chuckled at your innocence on full display.
His sweet girl was a pillow Princess through and through.
Too bad he wanted to corrupt that and everything else about you. You would be a ravenous minx by the end of his teachings, that much he was certain of.
Joker sighed as he left your warmth and drummed up a good position in his head. There were so many he wanted to try with you but one in particular made him grin deviously.
You caught sight of it and gulped down your fear. "J... please be.."
"Nothing about me is gentle doll. Remember thaT. Now, what's a sweet little thing like you owning a big mirror like this hmmm?"
Joker scooped you up from the bed and slammed you face first into the floor length mirror that you had set up in the room.
He loved seeing your shock reflect through the mirror.
"Do ya use it to touch yourself? Can't blame ya if you do. I'd watch this body too.." He fondled your hips and squeezed your breasts as you shook your head in denial.
You watched yourself in the mirror being manhandled at a loss for words.
"N-No! It's not l-like that!" You cried out when Joker yanked your hair back in his strong grip. All you could do was grip the mirror's frame, less you lose your balance.
Joker had you standing on your tippy toes with your head tilted all the way back in order to stare up into his eyes.
"Open your mouth." He ordered.
You did without hesitation but froze when Joker spat right onto your tongue.
"Ahht ahht, swallow. Now." He growled. He didn't care if it was yucky to you, it asserted his dominance over you and he grinned when you teared up but swallowed on command.
He noticed your legs rubbing against each other and knew subconsciously you loved it. That innocent mind of yours was holding you back however.
"It's always the shy ones." Joker chuckled under his breath. In an instant he used your hair to guide you back onto his dick. Your breath was stolen right from you by the unexpected invasion.
"Oh bunnyyyy, you got tighter." He groaned.
He rammed his cock into you at a bruising pace and yanked your hair whenever you tried to look away. Your only option was to lean forward onto the cool mirror and watch as J pounded into you from behind on its surface.
The sight of your nude body being taken in such a way was embarrassing— all flushed and slack jawed, but Joker was right there behind you, whispering how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to take your v card.
Whatever that meant.
What you did know was that Joker was thrusting into you harder than ever and that wondrous feeling from before was fast approaching again. You were unsure how Joker managed to fit his length inside of you yet there was a noticeable bulge in your stomach that you couldn't keep your eyes off of.
Joker followed your gaze through the mirror and relocated one of his hands to rub against it during each snap of his hips. And when he pressed down on it? You sang praises to his name.
"You.. really are stuffed.. fuuc—full of me huh, baby doll? G-Gooood, that's good." He smiled into your skin and picked up the pace, like he wasn't already rattling the mirror and artwork against the wall with every rough thrust.
You were swaying on your feet from the pleasure and it grew the moment Joker rubbed erratic circles on your clit.
You couldn't handle the added stimuli and tried moving his hand away because this time it really felt like you were..
Your undoing completely blindsided you; it was so intense. Your legs shook like a newborn's and you almost fell if not for Joker catching you at the last minute. He was in high spirits, cooing in your ear.
"D__n, Y/n! Goood girl, C'mon.. breathe for me Bunny.. yeah. That was.. heh somethin' else wasn't it? Shhh shhhh easy now.." He ignored the wet mirror dripping with your cum to help you down onto the plush rug at your feet.
You were twitching and pushing Joker away but he fought back and flipped you onto your stomach.
Your legs were still dripping wet from squirting, so your pussy accepted Joker back inside no issue.
That didn't mean your brain was so welcoming. "J.. too much, I-I can't!"
He just positioned your hips into a painful looking arch and drilled your pussy like no tomorrow.
"I. Don't. Care. Bunny. Ahh, you... ohh, youuuu got to cum twice now, selfish little whore. N-Now it's my turn and I'm gonna.. use ya.. like the dirty slut we both know ya are!"
He threw his head back as he slammed your hips back to take his dick over and over. The way your skin rippled with each thrust, the echo of wet skin on skin, your pathetic cries floating in the air; Joker loved every detail.
A quick glance to his right gave him the perfect view of your back arching in the mirror and your tear stained face smushed into the rug.
You were taking his cock with a blissed out smile on your face. Joker truly was a lucky man. Your first time and you were already showing signs of being a perfect cock-slut.
What more could he ask for in a partner?
He'd love exposing you to his most kinkiest desires and treating his touch starved Princess to all of the pleasures known to mankind. By the way your weeping pussy was still throwing it back on him and squeezing his dick so tight, physically you were still in the game.
A shame your mind couldn't keep up.
He laughed at the broken pleas spilling from your lips. Your mind was still a virgin but your body never truly was. This body of yours was begging for his cum.
And he would deliver.
Joker choked on a moan as his release creeped up on him. His hips lost their rhythm and became more primal in the desperate need to cum. Joker reached down and grabbed ahold of your hair to twist your face towards him.
"Now this... ohh shi— tt-this is the ahh, most important part Bunny. Good.. gooood girls get rewarded. T-They get cum deeeeep in their greedy little wombs. You.. you want thaT? You want my cum?" He asked.
You didn't understand a single word but nodded aways. "Yes J, please!"
Joker was too close to mock your eagerness. He was spouting nonsense himself; his head was so mushy.
"I'm gunna give it to ya. You've been such a good little bunny. This'll make ya feel sooo much better, so full n' complete. All m-mine.. you'll take it yeah? Won't you, Y/n?"
Joker had more to say but two thrusts later, he erupted in your pussy, painting it white with no end in sight.
Joker's release triggered one last orgasm from you as his hot cum bathed your walls and sent you down a spiral.
You collapsed and Joker's weight kept you pressed to the floor as he continued to rock his hips into you, unable to stop himself. Both of you struggled to catch a breath but Joker regained his senses first and rolled over onto his side, dragging you with him.
Naturally he was the big spoon and showered you with much needed affection.
You were shivering with aftershocks with a faraway expression on your face. He hummed as he softened inside you and waited until he was coherent enough to check on you.
"Y/n?" He brushed a lock of hair off your shoulder. "You uhhh alright?" Joker turned you around and you clung to him instantly.
He rubbed your back and petted your hair, a complete 180 of the dominant man rearranging your guts just moments prior.
"I wasn't too rough, no? If ya didn't li-ke it or.. uhh, we can try again? More gentler—-"
You cut him off with a kiss.
Joker looked down at you in shock. Your beautiful face was wet with tears but your eyes... those sweet e/c shined so brightly at him in adoration.
"It was p-perfect, J. T-Thank you." You kissed him again and collapsed into his arms when your strength suddenly failed you.
You landed on his chest and left kisses where you could reach. They were weak brushes of your lips, but Joker didn't mind. At least you were okay.
"Mmm, err don't thanK me just yet doll. C'mere." He tipped your head back so the two of you could lock eyes.
"This... was tame compared to what I'll do to ya next time."
Your eyes widened. "N-Next time?"
Joker snickered at your innocent wonder and nodded. Somethings just wouldn't change he guessed.
"Mmhm. There's so much more to learn Y/n.." He tucked a curl of hair behind your ear. You were so pretty in your afterglow, he couldn't even focus on what he was saying.
Joker didn't know how long he was gonna lay low with the authorities but he knew he was staying here with you for a very, very long time.
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nights like this
Ledger!Joker x Reader drabble
Summary: You climb into bed with J for some snuggles.
Warnings- none, J style fluff, ages 18+
I was in the mood for this, so I wrote it. Who doesn't love a little soft J every once in a while, right?
It had been an extremely exhausting past couple of weeks for Joker. He came very close to being captured by the Batman, and he'd done everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen. So when he was certain that he was finally in the clear, he came straight home to you.
J has been asleep for hours since he's been back. He was extremely exhausted and went straight to bed after he ate. It's currently half an hour until midnight, and he'd arrived earlier in the afternoon. So he's been out for some time. You gave him time to recover, seeing how this is the first time he's properly eaten and slept in days. However strong and incredibly stubborn as the man is, his mind and his body can only take on so much before he needs a break.
You always take care of him when he comes back. Such as checking his body for injuries, making sure he gets cleaned up, preparing him something to eat, and anything else that he needed. Now of course, J never made you do these things. You do them because you want to. Because you care about him. He accepts the things you do for him, and he doesn't take advantage of your caring nature. Not that you would allow him to, which is one of the many traits he likes about you.
While J slept, you'd tidied up around the place and used a good amount of your time to relax. Doing what you would normally like to do when you have the chance. It was relaxing, and you felt much better knowing that J was home. But eventually, you began to miss him. Even though he was right in the other room, you couldn't help but start to feel lonely. After all, it had been a few weeks since you've had any form of intimacy together. And you wanted to make up for that. Taking into account that he's still sleeping, you decide to just get into bed and cuddle up next to him.
The bedroom is dark as you walk in. Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness while you tiptoe your way over to the bed. You find J widely sprawled out on his back under the covers. His soft snores indicate that he's probably in a deep state of sleep.
It had taken a long time for J to get comfortable and trusting enough to fall into a deep sleep around you. In fact, you can still recall the very first time that he did. Treasuring that moment forever in your heart, as it officially established his complete trust in you. So now when he goes to sleep he relies on you to watch over him. That is the only case in which he'll be able to get a good amount of rest. He's made it very clear that when one of you is asleep, the other is awake. Under no circumstances will he go to sleep at the same time as you. Because then no one would watch over either of you, and that would put you both in a vulnerable position.
Regardless, you have no intention on going to sleep. You only want to lay next to him, to be close and feel his warm presence. However, as a precaution, you set an alarm for thirty minutes from now on your smartphone. Just in case you happen to doze off.
You slip off your bottoms and toss them to the side. Left in your shirt and panties, you move carefully under the covers. Trying not to wake J in the process. You slide yourself in the area directly under his arm, getting as close to him as you possibly can. Luckily, your movements don't seem to disturb him one bit. He must really be out cold. Since you've made it this far, you use this opportunity to wrap your arm around his torso. That way, you can hold on to him.
After making yourself comfortable, you let out a sigh of relief. Finally. It was an effort well worth it.
You look up at J's face and simply stare at him. He had taken a shower recently, so his face is without his signature makeup. His scars are even more visible when he doesn't have all that paint covering them. You can't help but find them to be even more beautiful every time you see them. His body is warm, and he smells so good. Even after using your cleansing products does he still retain his own distinct scent somehow. You hope it'll always stay that way. Moving your hand to his chest, you can feel it steadily rising and falling with every breath he takes. You close your eyes and bask in his peaceful embrace. With every passing second, your chest swells with enormous amounts of love and adoration that you have for him.
J has never told you he loves you. But you'd like to think that somewhere inside of him he feels something close to love. And that's good enough for you.
You press your nose into him in attempt to feel him even closer. Holding him tighter and wishing your body could melt into his own. Your movements seemed to have roused him from his deep slumber. Shifting and stretching his limbs as he awakens.
He opens his eyes, blinking a few times before looking around and then down at you. "Mm, hello there."
"Hi J." You smile up at him.
"How long have I been out?" He yawns deeply at the end of his question. His voice deep and husky from sleep.
You trace your finger along his chest. "A few hours. Seven or eight, maybe. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to climb in bed with you."
"Missed me that much, huh?" J laughs. He doesn't mind that you're here with him. In fact, he likes feeling you pressed against him like this. It's been a while since he's felt you too, after all. He nudges you playfully, "don't go falling asleep on me yet, doll. I'm gonna need another hour or two."
"I won't. I only wanted to hold you for a bit. A few more minutes then I'll get up, I promise." You assure him. "Go ahead and get some more sleep. I know you need it."
J hums and closes his eyes. Moving his arm to wrap around you better, so that he can hold you more comfortably. His hand rubs comfortingly up and down your back a couple times before resting there.
You lay still in his grasp as he falls back to sleep. Head resting cozily on his chest, listening to the harmony of his breathing and the beating of his heart. Sounds you love hearing together. It's not every day you get to hear them. So you capture every bit of it that you can. Nights like these are ones you hold on to. They're where you feel at peace. The only downside is that you know that you'll have to get up eventually. That sooner or later J will get up, and eventually leave again. There will be nights where you get to lay like this, and some where you won't. As it has always been. That's what it's like loving the Joker.
But for right now, you don't want to think about eventually. You'll just bask in the warmth of this moment. Staring off into the darkness, in the safety of J's arms.
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Ledger!Joker x gn reader who is scared of him (at first)
Warning: a bit angst? But not really
Ur pretty much quiet around him. Maybe ur insecure or feeling down or scared
When you flinch or ur eyes sharpen when he comes closer, he doesn't like that. At all
Tries to act a bit more 'normal' around you and if that doesn't help he start asking you personally
"Ur pretty quiet...is it the scars?"
When you say no he will keep on staring at you until you tell him whats wrong
"I don't understand, why are you keep coming back?" "huh"
"I mean you must want something.."
Raise an eyebrowe at you. He will listen to you,why ur insecure and scared around him,that you don't want to anger him and stuff like that. That he probably have a reason to keep on coming back to you, from all people he choose to come back to you
He'll hum and nod when you look back at him to make sure hes listening
" ah..i don't really have a reason. Or at least not what ya thinking"
"...?" " I like it here,toots"
From now on he tries to make it clear hes not here to use or hurt you. He will tell you that ya wouldn't anger him or anything like that. He wouldn't yell at you anyways. He likes you but shh
After a while you get used to him and when you actually start running up to him when he comes home,hes happy. He shows it w/ chuckling and smiling at you
Also he got a soft spot for you in his heart ;))
And if you like him back he will spin you around and tightly hug you. And give you a sloppy kiss on ur forehead.
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So I have a type apparently. Can we talk about the fact they look so much alike!!!
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#heath ledger#heath joker#10 things i hate about you#i have a type#metalhead#grungy boys#1980s#1990s#80s#90s#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine
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Joker x Abandoned Batkid
Gender neutral reader, strictly fluff
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You missed your old bed, the one at Wayne Manor, it was warm and coxy and, most important: Safe. You missed it there but you didn't miss the person you shared the house with.
At first Bruce seemed like an amazing person, courageous, protective and generous enough to take you under his wing, both literally and figuratively. He made you into a smaller version of him, or at least tried to. You weren't prefect, far from it but you could get the job done, but not without some scrapes, you still have a scar from your first mission, a small cut on your lower lip where your mask couldn't protect you. You didn't mind it though, you thought it made you look cooler but it did come with a price of being recognized by people you've fought.
Bruce always pointed it out during training saying that ‘that’s what happens when you let your guard down’. It got annoying after a while. In fact everything seemed to get more irritating and hurtful the longer you stayed in the Manor. He got stricter with the training and missions, treating you more as an obstacle in the way of victory rather than the sidekick you were. The once constructive criticism turned to insults. The gentle pats of the back turned to shoves and hits.
The final straw was on a mission trying to capture the Joker. You were chasing after him through one of his many warehouses when he took a small explosive out of his pocket and threw it back towards you. You jumped out of the way as quick as possible barley escaping the blast and hitting your head hard against the concrete pillar letting the Joker escape once again.
You looked up to see Bruce standing over you with a furious expression on his face. You quickly pulled yourself up from the ground “Bruce, I’m sorry, he threw a grenade at me and-” “I don't need your excuses!” “I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean for this to-” “Would you just shut up for once in your life you little bitch!” He said as he punched you in the face full force. You stumbled back falling into the pillar falling back down to the floor hearing muffled curses coming from Bruce. You looked at you hand that was covered in blood that was slowly running down your face and onto your suit.
“Why cant you do anything right?” He asked angrily. You didn't even respond you just stumbled to your feet and ran out of the warehouse. You hadn't talked to Bruce sense.
That's how you ended up here, walking around the streets of Gotham looking for a place to stay and some unsuspecting victim to mug. You walked for a while longer until you came to a familiar warehouse, ‘seemed like a good place to spend the night’, you thought to your self. You knew the layout so you knew the most secluded places to hide away for the night. There weren't any lights that you could see so you walked up the stairs to find an empty supply closet you could call your bedroom for the night.
You started to hear noises on the floor above you, it sounded like talking. Realizing your analysis of no one being in the building was wrong you slowly tried creeping back down the stairs not wanting any trouble tonight but you were caught off guard when you felt someone grab you from behind. He was much bigger than you and there was no way you could fight him off. He called for a few more men to come over and help carry you up to where the talking was coming from.
The man carried you up the stair as you still tried to kick your was out of his grasp. He grabbed an old chair and held you down so the other men could tie your hands and feet to the chair. It took them a few minutes to finally hold you still enough to tie you up.
You still continued to struggle against the ropes as the men stood there laughing at your struggle. They went quiet suddenly when they heard someone coming up the stairs, you followed their gaze to see an all to familiar face turn the corner. You locked eyes instantly and regretted ever looking up. “Well well, who do we have here?” He said kneeling down to get a good look at you. He soon noticed a familiar gash on your lower lip. “Ah, your the Batman's little sidekick aren't you?” You didn't respond just quickly glanced up at him and the men behind him. He noticed your glance to the group of men behind the two of you.
“Our guest seems a little shy, I think some one on one time is best” He stood up and ushered the men out of the room. The door closed with a click and he kneeled down once more to be at eye level with you. “So, where's the Man?” You simply shrugged still looking at the floor. “Why should I care?” You said bluntly.
He simply nodded “You and the dark Knight not on the best of terms?” He asked licking his lips. You didn't respond but that was all the answer he needed. He simply sighed and stood up. You looked up to see him pulled out a switchblade from his jacket pocket. You instantly stiffened showing your nervousness, leaning back in the chair trying to get away. He walked over to you and you shut your eyes tight as if trying to avoid your fait. “Relax kid” You opened one eye to see him go behind you and start cutting the ropes. You hands soon fell free and he cut the ropes at your feet. You instantly shot up stumbling over the chair behind you sending you to the floor.
You pushed yourself away until you were cornered up against the wall. You looked up at the Joker unable to hide your fear at this point, he just looked down at you waiting for your next move. He lifted his arm and you instantly moved your arms to cover your face trying to avoid any attack. “What happened to you kid?” He said simply putting his blade back in his pocket. “The first time we met you were so eager to win the battle but now your just the shell of that kid.” You stayed silent. “Batsy isn't the best mentor is he?” He asked looking down at you with a sympathetic look.
You looked up at his seeing his expression and were unable to hold in a sob. A tear rolled down your face as you tried to bring your legs to your chest trying to make yourself seem smaller. He looked down at you realizing how bad you actually had it working with the Batman. He sighed, kneeling down and extending his hand. You looked up tears still streaming down your face. “You know, Batman isn't the only one in need of a side kick.” You tilted your head in confusion “Look, its tough doing the job I do but there is room for some extra help around. Ill make you a deal. You can come and work with me by my side, Ill take you under my wing and give you what you need. If you don't like it and want to leave I wont stop you. Deal?” He said extending his hand further “Come on, what do you have to loose?”
You quickly wiped the tears off your cheek and grabbed his hand as he helped you off the ground. He pulled you close draping his arm over your shoulder, you surprisingly felt comfortable. Who knew being this close to the Joker would feel safe? You leaned in to his embrace as you waled down the stairs and into a nice car parked at the back of the warehouse. One of the men opened the door for the both of you giving a confused look but hid it when the Joker gave him a look.
You climbed into the back seat with him and you were off. You still could believe that you were in the Jokers car, was this a trick, will he hurt me? You were pulled from your thoughts when you were handed a bottle of water, “Relax kid” he placed the water in your lap “Your safe with me” He said playfully ruffling your hair. You smiled, who knew the person you’d feel safe around was the person you were trying to catch. You rested you head on his shoulder and he put his arm around you “Tired?” You nodded “You got around an hour before we get to our destination, take a cat nap.” He said patting your shoulder. You slowly began to drift off to sleep with a single thought in your head ‘I am safe’.
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Competitive Love
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
: ̗̀➛ Joker x villain!Reader
CW: obsessive joker, stalker4stalker, m*rder/harmful topics, degrading Batman, fluff;
He thought you two were competing for the spotlight. Competing for his attention… Bruce was dumber than he looked. He thought blowing people’s heads off was a signal of someone trying to get his attention. For the Joker, sure it was, but for you.. You just really wanted to annoy the bat.
The Gotham moonlight illuminated on your face as you taunted the masked man. He could hear your mind-numbing voice, just couldn’t see you. It made him quite angry. “You’re an angry man aren’t you?..” Your voice echoed through the street. “Let go once in a while..” A chuckle added onto your sentence.
“You’re just like him.” The Bat uttered. You seemed to know who he was talking about. An idol of yours, the person he thought was your competition. “Is that a good thing, or bad thing?” You spoke softly, finally meeting his gaze, emerging from the shadows.
“Are you really asking that question?” He looked at you, squinting his eyes. You shrugged your shoulders and the sounds of your footsteps echoed. “Theres no such thing as a dumb question, right?” Your head cocked to the side. A smirk plastered on your face, and he absolutely hated it.
He hated it so much that his fist had to come in contact with your face. Your head jerked back and your feet stumbled on the ground. You touched your bleeding lip, smearing the blood on your lips. “Am I making you mad?” You asked, your gaze focused on his eyes.
The Clown Prince of Crime had eyes for you. His goons would show him the chaos you caused to this city whenever they found new information about you. Seeing yours and his face plastered next to each other on the news always made him grin widely.
Sure, you felt the same exact way. Before you stepped into the spotlight, you were watching the news each night seeing what he did to Gotham that day.
He made sure his goons always had an eye on you. He knew where you were at all times, and you always knew where he was. You two always planned to crash where the other was going, the bat absolutely hated it. He could barely deal with 1 Joker, he couldn’t deal with 2.
“C’mon.. Hit me like you mean it!” You said, shouting at the vigilante. “You don’t want to, do you?.. You know he’s going to show up.” He growled at you. His posture adjusted and he started to leave. “Now that I mentioned him, you’re leaving? You’re a pathetic hero. If you’re just gonna walk away, should Gotham even trust you to protect them?” He ignored you, or at least tried to.
Clapping could be heard in the distance, echoing through the alleyways. You could hear his laughter, the sounds of his goons laughing too. “About time you joined the party.” “Oh I’ve been watching the show for a while..”
“You adore me that much, huh?” He chuckled and walked closer, staring into your eyes. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him (like you already weren’t (ｰ ｰ;)) before wrapping his other arm around your waist.
“I think you already know that answer.” He said, adding a chuckle onto his sentence. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand messing with his hair. You could hear one of your female henchmen in the distance whisper-screaming, “It’s about to happen!!”
You grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips into yours, his grease paint smearing all over your lips. You felt his hands travel up your back into your hair, before he dipped you into another kiss..
Finally, you knew what his lips felt like. His scars felt nice, felt comforting.. Your lips separated from each other and you felt lovestruck, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He stated and you looked at him with a smile.
“I know.”
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Ledger!Joker x Diabetic Reader Headcanons
Warnings: Medical stuff, needles/injections (it’s not very descriptive though), slight NSFW mention (labeled at the bottom)
A/N: Heya! I’ve never posted something like this before haha…Kinda new to it and very nervous so don’t judge me too harshly. I actually write quite often but rarely post it, however I really wanna start trying to put my work out there more. Keyword try.
Anyway, fun fact about me, I have T1 diabetes. I haven't seen anything about that with J so I decided to make my own headcanons and such :) Sooooo here’s that lol…enjoy??
You had been diagnosed with T1 diabetes three years ago. You hated it. The needles, the upkeep, the blood, the appointments. It’s scary, a living nightmare for you.
You were still in your…adjusting phase, and didn’t like talking about your diabetes to anyone. Joker was no exception
So, naturally, J took matters into his own hands and did his own research, learning as much as he could about diabetes (without you knowing, of course). How it works, the high and low blood sugar levels, how to manage it, he even figured out how the insulin pump that you have operates.
You were shocked the day he offered to change the infusion set for you and knowing how to do so. He ignored you when you asked him how he knew.
You were hesitant but quick to give in and let him inject the cannula into your stomach. He hugged you from behind as he did so; you melted into his touch and your fears were comforted. From that day on you opened up more and more about your medical life to J and allowed his help.
He enjoys being the one to inject the cannula and dexcom, however he still forces you to do it yourself at times, as to make sure you aren’t getting too used to being dependent on someone else. You’re a strong and brave bunny, he wants to remind you of that.
He will tease you about your dexcom and infusion sets, saying you must be part machine.
“I’m uh, still convinced you’re a cyborg.” “J!!”
He also forces you to stay on a healthy diet and keeps track of your sugar intake carefully. He’s definitely not a hypocrite. He rarely lets you eat junk food, even though you’re allowed to and tried explaining that to him
“The doctors told me it’s okay if I eat sugar now and then, as long as I have the insulin for it. It’s the sugary drinks I need to avoid more.”
J doesn’t buy it, nor does he trust your doctor's input. “Mmm. Nuh uh. Can’T have my little bunny go falling into a coma, hm?” You know he’s just concerned about you (even if he’d never outright admit it), so overtime you stopped arguing with him and avoided junk food to ease his mind. Just don’t let him catch you eating it behind his back.
J absentmindedly fidgets with your insulin tube. Rubbing along it, flicking it around, twirling it around his finger, even constantly feeling the cannula end of it against your stomach as if to reassure himself you that it’s still on and doing its job. Don’t worry, he’s only accidentally ripped it out once or twice, and he certainly makes it up to you when that happens.
Having a low, but forgot sugar to combat it? Not to worry! Joker keeps a juice box or two in his suit juuuust for you. He’s even stacked packages of juices in your pantry so you’ll have plenty. (Don’t ask whether he bought or stole them, you already know the answer)
The low blood sugar episodes hit you hard, but you’ve found curling up on J’s lap and cuddling against his chest while sipping on juice is very comforting. He’ll stroke your hair and rub your back, holding you closer whenever you shake and cry.
“Shhhh sh sh sh. It’s nothin’ you haven’t beaten before. It’ll pass, angel.”
You hate looking at your stomach and seeing the previous holes and scars from constant injections. J will run his thumb over them and kiss each of them to comfort you.
Whenever you have a headache or any symptoms, J will immediately interrogate you about your blood sugar level
“Not every pain I get is caused by my diabetes.”
“Shuuuuush. What’re levels right now? Let me uh, lemme see your pum-p. Give. Right. Now.”
If you’re low on insulin and the pharmacist is late to sending you new vials, J will meet with them personally to have a little chat.
He’ll then come home and plop the bag of new vials theatrically down on the counter. “Tadaaaa! More insulin for my sweet little sugar cube.”
“Oh, thank you J! Wow, they gave me a lot this time…”
NSFW:
During the ✨devils tango✨, J will occasionally rip the cannula out by accident. He’ll immediately put a pin in your lovemaking session to get you a new one. Even if you insist you could go an hour or two without it, he’s not taking any chances. After all, where’s the fun in sex if your partner is dying from a seizure??
“J, I promise it’s okay! We don’t have to sto-”
“Now now gumdrop. I know you’re, heh, eager for me, but my patient needs her medicine first.”
You’re grateful you don’t have to deal with your disability alone anymore. Who knew the Clown Prince of Crime could be such a good caretaker?
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Take My Hands
Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader
Summary: You are tired, stressed and exhausted. But J gives you comfort by letting you hold his hands.
Word count: 1,213
Genre: fluffy comfort / self-insert
Warnings: none
Notes: I'm back with my way too soft characterization. But that's what I need right now. Because this is a self-insert and exactly what I would like to do with J. I'm longing for a break and a bit of softness. I hope this little fic brings some joy and comfort to others as well. Unedited.
Taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies
Another long and stressful day is slowly coming to an end. As Gotham City is slowly engulfed by the darkness of the night, you and J are sitting together on the sofa in your living room. Your back flat against his broad chest while he has both arms wrapped tightly around you, his leather clad hands resting in your lap. Your body shakes from exhaustion as you press a little closer to him to feel as much of him as possible. If you could, you would probably crawl under his skin so that he could envelop you completely and you would be safe from this cruel and overwhelming world. Only the warmth and safety of your beloved clown around you. Kind of ironic that you feel that way with him, considering who he is and how he acts when he isn't with you. But to you, he's so much more than just Gotham's most feared criminal. He's your love, your home. A small barely audible sob escapes your lips. And of course, J notices your attitude, he shushes you softly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and places a tender kiss on your temple. Something that immediately makes you melt. Oh, how much you love him.
You lazily turn your head and watch him for a while. His dark rimmed eyes are fixed on the TV and you see the corner of his mouth twitching upwards every now and then into a sly smirk as the reporter talks about his latest crimes. Normally, you would have asked him about his day and joyfully listened to everything he had to say. You love to listen to his wonderful gravelly voice, especially when he was full of excitement talking about his ideas. His giggles and cackles. The way he changes his voice when he makes fun of his henchmen. But you are tired. So tired…
You shift a little, your head resting against his shoulder, and bring your hands forward to meet his. You slowly and reverently trace the stitchings of his purple gloves. Even through the leather, you can feel the warmth radiating from him. In some places the material is already scuffed, dirt and stains of the day's work. But you find them incredibly pretty and if they weren't much too big, you would have stolen them long ago. Like his shirt. When you told him once, he replied that he will just hide them on a high shelf so that you can't reach them. That's how small you are. You can still hear him chuckling at his own joke.
You play with the hem of his gloves where leather stops and his wrists are exposed. Fingers move and you carefully tamper with the buckle that holds the garment in place. For a brief moment, your eyes meet as J notices what you're doing. You smile at him, heat rising in your cheeks, and he gives you one of his beautiful grins. He knows how much you love to do all this. Even if he doesn't quite understand what's so special about it. But somehow he likes it and he secretly basks in the tenderness you give him. A low hum of appreciation rumbles in his chest, so you continue, first freeing one hand and then the other.
And his hands are large. Especially compared to yours. Hands that are skillful and work with deadly precision. Hands that can destroy and take lives so easily. But also hands that are always gentle with you. You can feel the ghost of his touch on your body and you sigh softly. His touches make you feel safe, comfortable and loved. You trust him. Again, something that sounds incredibly ironic, but it's true. You know he's not going to hurt you. He decided against it a long time ago. Instead, he decided to stay with you and allow you to slowly sneak into his heart. Yes, that's exactly what you do. Every time you are together like this, you sneak a little more into his heart. To the point that every now and then he catches himself longing for you when he's out for his business. Not that he would ever admit that.
Your fingertips move over his veins that stand out so delicately until you reach the first knuckles of his fingers. His nails probably need to be clipped again soon, but there will be time for that later. You let out a breathy giggle and shake your head as you think of his reaction, how he would roll his eyes and groan dramatically. Then you turn his hands so that you can touch his palms and trace the fine lines. His skin is rough and calloused, but soft at the same time. Remnants of paint on his slender fingers, from when he put the makeup on his pretty face. If it were up to you, he wouldn't need to hide behind it. Scars or not. They are a part of him and you love all parts of him equally. To you, he's the most beautiful and handsome man, nothing can and will ever change that.
When you think you worshipped this part of his hands enough, you turn them over again. Here too, you see various small pale scars his past and job have left on his skin. Cuts, burns and even something that looks like an old gunshot wound. Your heart hurts... Sometimes it hurts so badly that you secretly wish he would cut it out and keep it. Of course, you are speaking only metaphorically. But your silly heart belongs to him and him alone. Your urge to love on him only gets stronger. You want to kiss each of his knuckles separately, every inch of his skin. So you decide to put your thoughts into action. You bring his right hand to your lips and kiss it. You pepper small, soft kisses on the entire back of his hand and pay extra attention to the marks. A cheesy thought pops into your head. - If I could, I would kiss away all his scars and bad memories. - A single tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away, hoping he didn't notice. You're sure he doesn't like knowing how many tears you're shedding over him. But you can't help it.
You hear J sigh. Again, beautiful dark and chocolate brown eyes look at you. And if you didn't know him so well, you would miss that something soft is swirling in them. But you do know him well enough and so you get to read all the little signs of his love language. Right now you understand him very clearly. He makes you feel so content, calm and happy that you only get sleepier and you yawn. Your eyes become heavier and heavier with each passing second.
"Aww, seems like someone needs to sleep, hm?" J chuckles with mock sympathy and wraps his arms around you again. "It's fine, toots. Just rest for me, okay?" - You're safe, I'm not going anywhere. - Another tender kiss on your temple. - I love you, Y/N.
Finally, you close your eyes and let your tiredness get the better of you. But not without intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze. You smile and whisper, "I love you too, J… Thank you."
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Strange - Joker X GN Reader
Title: Strange
Joker X GN Reader
Additional Characters: N/A
Requested by Anon (Thank you for requesting! this was a cute one to write, I hope you like it!)
WC: 1,177
Warnings: Reader gets lonely, J doesn't like feelings but J likes you, knives mentioned, J trying to be threatening, possessive J, slight angst, and fluff
The night was young. The soft sounds of the city could be heard throughout the quietness of your room. You continued to flip through your magazine, shuffling deeper into your bed, head resting on your soft pillow as you read something about the top ten trending hot topics. Halfway through the article, you began to get antsy, shutting the magazine. You let out a tired sigh, tilting your head back to look at the ceiling. You stared at the ceiling fan, spinning round and round as you just sat there. Looking beside you, you brushed your fingers over the cold side of the blanket; a deep purple, almost royal. It reminded you of him. You looked over at your door, slightly ajar.
You felt an immense feeling of loneliness sweep over you. It was strange that it came with such ease. J was still in his office, working on some plan to terrify and terrorize the entire city of Gotham. You sighed again before pulling yourself from your bed and walking over to your door. Pushing it open you slid your tired feet across the hall, being careful not to actually slip against the hardwood floors as you gracefully headed to J's office.
Your hand hovered above the handle, hesitating for a moment. J hated to be disturbed when he was working, but you wanted to see him, you needed to see him. Turning the handle, you slowly slid the door open, peeking your head inside. J was hunched over his desk, scribbling down something as he worked. His desk was dirty, covered with piles of papers, maps, and even one of his knives just haphazardly tossed around. J didn't look up as you wandered over, hands clasped behind your back as you walked around his desk, peering down at his work as you stood beside him while rocking on the balls of your feet.
Your hands were itching to touch him, it had been hours since he came home and shut himself in the office, and you wanted to cuddle with your Joker. "Hey," You said quietly as you leaned down and kissed him on the cheek; hopefully not getting any of his grease paint on you. J only grumbled, giving you a glare with his dark chocolate eyes before he resumed his writing. You bit your lip before you threw caution to the wind and grabbed J's free arm, lifting it up as you ducked under; sitting down on his lap. J growled, almost threateningly, before you let yourself get settled, wrapping your arms around his neck. His free arm looped around your waist, holding onto you tightly; possessively.
You snuggled closer to him, the smell of gasoline, gunpowder, and grease paint; It calmed you down and made you feel safe. You smiled softly as you sighed, the tips of your fingers running through his slightly greasy hair. "You need a shower, J… And new dye." You commented only to get a low hum from J as he concentrated on the notes and maps on the table before him. His fingers tapped against your waist, beating to an unknown rhythm as he worked. Oh, how you wished you could see into that brilliant mind of his. To see the inner workings, and find out what he was really thinking. You shook your head lightly before nuzzling into his cheek, inhaling deeply; enjoying the smell of smoke.
His eyes flicked away from his notes momentarily, "You got somethin’ on your face, doll.” He mumbled deeply, before going back to his work.
You sighed, leaning closer to him, closing your eyes. "Don't care, just want to be close to you."
J clicked this tongue to the roof of his mouth, "Well, aren't I lucky." He trailed off almost sarcastically, but you knew he felt differently as the arm around you gently tightened.
You grinned softly, your chest and cheeks feeling warm before leaning back further, your legs draped over J's. "I missed you…" You mumbled, your lips brushing against his shoulder, the material of his green vest scratching against your lips. Your voice sounded so small, like a child's. J grumbled, going back to his work, scribbling more nonsense down on a piece of paper fiercely. You sat there, your cheek resting on his shoulder as you shut your eyes; sleep slowly, peacefully overtaking you entirely.
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J let out a small sigh, dropping his pencil on his desk as he looked down at you. Asleep in his arms. He felt his heart skip a beat as you shifted slightly in his arms. His fingers reached on their own accord, gently tracing your flushed cheek, watching as your eyelashes fanned over your cheeks; ticklish and fluttering. He scowled deeply, pulling his hand away. He hated the way you made him feel. Hated the way you got under his skin. How easily you could make him melt with just a look or whisper of your voice. Hated how he had no control over himself when you were around him. But most of all, J despised how much he cared about you. He felt weak.
He wasn't going to leave you though. You were his. No one else's. Ever. J gently moved his arm underneath you, scooping you into his arms bridal style before heading for the bedroom. You stirred briefly in his grasp but stayed asleep. The corner of his lips quirked up, eyeing the sight of his white grease paint on your lips and your nose. His eyes glinted mischievously, he'd wait until the morning to say anything.
Setting you down on the bed, more like tossing, you somehow stayed asleep as J grabbed the blanket and tossed it over you, making sure you were covered. J watched as you softly snored, turning in your sleep to his side of the bed unconsciously. J sighed, heading to the bathroom; shutting the door as he showered and washed off all the grim of the day away. Only fifteen minutes later did he emerge from the bathroom, hair dripping and a small towel around his neck. His purple t-shirt clung to his chest slightly as he tossed the covers open on his side, getting in bed beside you.
J laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he quickly felt you slide closer. Your arm wrapped around his waist, one of your legs hooking onto his waist as you practically laid on top of him. J pursed his lips, his tongue running along the scar lines in his mouth as he thought, before, like he usually did, wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. His breath hitched a little as your hair tickled his chin, smelling strongly of strawberry shampoo. J nudged your head up with his nose before pressing a big wet kiss to your forehead. “Mine.” He grumbled lowly, staring down at you as you mumbled and smiled in your sleep, cuddling further into him. J felt that strange warm feeling wash over him again, filling every empty space he never knew existed.
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Hello! Could I ask about scenario where The Joker has been very distant lately to Y/N always busy and almost never around her anymore which left reader very confused and upset. (((Now obviously he’s not cheating or anything like that he’s just too busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or something —but ohh well your insecurities get the best of you))). It’s been about good 3 months since she saw him he wasn’t replying to her texts and when you called him it always directed you to voicemails. It could be only two things he could’ve moved on from you or he is too damn busy to even pick up your calls…. So you decided to go on a date with some rando to push your feelings aside. Because at the same time, you couldn’t just sit around and wait for The Joker, that was just stupid. You aren’t even sure what’s going on?? It was exciting at first, in the heat of the moment because you were a bit attention-starved to be fair. But now as you’re getting ready you’re having second thoughts about it all and how risky it could be. Joker is a very very jealous and possessive man and he could be literally everywhere you knew he had his goons looming around you to make sure you’re safe. But you gulped those thoughts away and went out anyways. Well that was worst decision of your LIFE as long behold he found out …..now it’s up to you how you continue and interpret all this because I’m really bad at it (sooo sorry) he either ruins the date or is waiting for reader at her apartment….literally however you want it you can even change some stuff in the middle I really don’t mind 🙏🙏 I just need more jealous joker in my life (I have serious issues) it could be angst fluff smut🤭🤭🤭🤭or even everything as I said I really don’t mind. Thank youuuuu✨💕🪷
His Lighthouse: J Stands for Jealous (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
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You groaned in frustration and tossed your phone on the bed. If your hair wasn't up in protective braids you would've ran your hands through your hair. When did it get like this? Calling, waiting up, and wishing for a smidgen of communication from Joker– only to receive absolute silence?
Joker being distant was putting things mildly. He had up and ghosted you.
One night you were kissing him goodbye and the next GCN reported that Joker had gone M.I.A. Funny how he was seen two days later shooting at Batman's tank of a car down Dini Hwy but sure.. Joker was 'missing.'
Joker was actively terrorizing Gotham City streets, he was only M.I.A from your life. A part of you wanted to create a missing person's report but that wouldn't end well.
The entire GCPD force would be breaking down your door by the time you uttered, "Yes, I haven't seen my boyfriend, The Joker, in months."
You weren't quite sure who put a label on this ill fated relationship but the minute it was established, everything started to fall apart.
You would lie awake at night thinking about the downfall to you and Joker's relationship. Maybe you should have been content with the uncertainty and kept things vague. Not knowing where you stood with the infamous clown— but still together, was better than a missing boyfriend and an empty bed.
You found yourself watching the news like a drug addict trying to catch a glimpse of your man to make sure he was alive and well.
Perhaps he was just busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or whatever he does when he's out messing with Batman. You couldn't bear the thought of Joker cheating on you.
If Joker was cheating on you with Batman, you'd kill your self with a spoon but J really wanted the vigilante dead so you breathed a bit easy on that front.
That didn't stop you from freaking out anytime Joker grabbed a female on live tv. You watched with an envious eye for any inkling of Joker being attracted to her. Killing the poor girl put your mind at ease but then you'd feel awful for your lack of remorse. For now Joker had eyes only for you. But how long would that last was the burning question.
It became a vicious cycle of waiting for Joker to come home, calling his cell, it going to voicemail, or him straight up ignoring your texts, to crawling into bed and trying not to cry about it. But you couldn't deny the inevitable.
Joker abandoned you and you weren't some heartbroken blonde in an early 2000's romcom.
You refused to cry and mope around the penthouse. You would not stoop to eating buckets of ice cream and gorging on assorted candies to overcome your heartache.
You happened to be a young, sexy, and intelligent woman of color with access to online dating apps! There were plenty of eligible men in Gotham who would kill to be with you.
You can and would move on. Screw Joker and his inability to provide basic necessities in a relationship. Being present was a requirement!
Your hurt feelings morphed into petty vengeance and you snatched your phone from where you tossed it earlier in a blind rage.
Your thumb hovered over Bruce's profile until you sighed and scrolled past it. No matter how much you wanted to rebound date anyone to get over Joker, Bruce didn't deserve your toxic energy.
So you kept scrolling until you found the DO NOT CALL EVER AGAIN and the GURL HAVE YOU NO STANDARDS contacts. You should have deleted these contacts ages ago but you simply forgot.
You almost hit the dial icon on one of them until you swore you heard the front door slam shut– but alas it was just your broken heart playing tricks on you.
Joker wasn't coming back and you had to accept that to move on. Your thumb hovered over one of your past tinder hookups.
"This is stupid! Just call the number, Y/n. If he answers, then flirt! He's a classic tool, he definitely won't care if this is only a one night stand. Get what you need from him and onto the next one!"
Your pep talk was good but you just couldn't commit. Even after Joker left you high and dry, it felt wrong to move on.
You threw your head back and groaned at the ceiling.
Why did you have to love Joker so much?! You still clung to the possibility of him returning and loving you unconditionally but that was a fool's dream.
"He's gone Y/n. Maybe a walk will help clear my head and do me some good." It seemed to be a tried and true coping mechanism whenever your head was in a tizzy. It's what got you in this relationship in the first place.
You went out to clear your head and met Joker that fateful night. If the chance rose to go back in time and avoid meeting Joker, you'd hesitate to do so.
He gave you so many fond memories. You couldn't erase that even if it saved yourself from heartbreak now.
You donned some good walking shoes that matched your current outfit and headed down to the ground floor.
It was a beautiful morning and you let your mind disconnect to breathe in some fresh air. This is what you needed. Some time spent outside and not cooped up in your depressing apartment thinking about your failed relationship.
You felt more like yourself already the longer you stayed out.
You were mindless during your wandering and you didn't notice your surroundings until strong hands grabbed and yanked you back onto the sidewalk.
You yelped at the unexpected rescue and tuned out the honking and the slew of curses a taxi driver shouted at you through his window.
What did your carelessness cause this time? You were using the designated crosswalk and you had the right of way, so what gives?
Your eyes followed the bulky arms still holding you, up to a handsome face animated in concern. It was then you noticed the guy who saved you was talking.
"—be more careful! These taxi drivers don't yield to pedestrians anymore. Hey.. are you listening to me?" He eyed you up and down, mostly in concern but admiring your beauty all the while.
You were doing the same. A ray of sunlight beamed down and highlighted your hero's honey brown eyes and you blinked in awe at his model-like features staring at you.
Finally someone was giving you attention and the man was drop dead gorgeous. Who could blame your brain for malfunctioning?
He smirked at your lack of response and flashed his pristine teeth your way. He was checking off all of your requirements for a potential partner so far or perhaps your standards were just at an all time low. A flaw of your separation anxiety no doubt.
Joker was the last thing on your mind when this man was in front of you giving you attention.
"Uh sure.. um.. T-Thank you." You said after a few beats of awkward silence.
"Don't thank me just yet. I gotta say, I'm thinking impure thoughts about you." He said.
You quirked an eyebrow at his brute honesty although his baritone voice made you forget in an instant. You were a sucker for a sexy voice and much to your delight, he kept talking.
"Sorry, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Because d__n. You are."
Another checkmark on the 'yup he's datable list.'
What were the odds of someone as attractive as him showing you affection ever again? You were lonelier than ever before and quite frankly you were ready to risk it all for an ounce of attention.
You ducked your head to hide your smile and he wanted nothing more to tilt your chin up and see it in all its glory.
Your smile was so radiant, he was a goner at a mere glimpse.
"I'd love to know your name, your number.." He sucked his teeth and admired your beauty, "your favorite position in bed..."
He probably meant to say that last part more so to himself but you still heard it.
You had to pump the brakes on that one. "Easy there.. At least take me out to dinner before you slut me out." You laughed in jest but he leaned into your personal space, taking your words seriously.
"Oh bet? What're doing later?"
Wait, that pickup line actually worked? You were so out of practice.
You shielded the sun from your eyes and stared up at your newfound crush. He was waiting for a response with a flirtatious grin etched on his face. So you gave him an answer.
"You tell me. What do you have in mind?" You flashed him another smile that rivaled the sun.
He chuckled and subtly moved so he blocked the sun rays for you. A small gesture that you instantly noticed. He was tall but not overly so like Joker. You hated your brain for comparing this new guy to your estranged clown but you couldn't help it.
Would this be a new habit; comparing insanity to normal? You really missed Joker..
"Confident and sexy. I like that. How about..." The guy dug inside his pockets and procured a business card. He clicked a pen and jotted something down on it before handing it to you.
You were so caught up in his charm that you didn't acknowledge his attire.
He was dressed for the office with his dress shirt folded up to his forearms, showing off veins that made you swoon, and a hint of ink crawling up his bicep. The writer in you was having a seizure.
He was the perfect sexy corporate alpha male and he locked down the troupe by handing you his business card with a wink.
"Get home safely, call or text me– whichever you prefer sunshine, and we'll make plans for tonight. Sounds good?" He waited until you read the embossed cardstock in your hand.
Tristan J. Price. | Marketing | Court OwlHouse Books
You knew the publishing company personally. They presented you a nice offer before Cindy counter offered with a contract that you couldn't refuse. You pocketed his phone number and nodded.
"Yeah, it sounds great! I don't have a card but um.. my name's Y/n." You played with one of your braids and went for it. "I'll call you later, Tristan."
He tested your name on his lips. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I look forward to it."
You gave him a small wave and began walking back the way you came. Something told you to look back and sure enough, Tristan was watching you leave, biting his lip. He had no shame at being caught. His smile just grew bigger as he sent another wink your way.
A whirlwind of butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. You finally had options besides Joker for a partner. Things were looking up for once after all these months spent alone.
You flushed in embarrassment and turned the corner– not once noticing your undercover security detail watching your every move and reporting in.
Above all, Tristan was a gentleman and a shameless flirt.
You didn't waste time and called him the second you got home. He was more than pleased with your eagerness.
"I'm glad you're home safe, sunshine. Now let's talk business. Any allergies I need to be aware of? I really want to go all out and take you somewhere nice. You are definitely worth maxing my credit card."
You laughed and tried not to let the nickname used get to you.
A subconscious part of you was still Joker's Light, his Bunny, and every other pet name in between. You had no business being someone's sunshine. It felt like you were betraying Joker.
Talking and flirting with someone else was an act of betrayal and you began to have second thoughts about all of this.
"Girl! Joker has clearly moved on! Get over him and let Tristan bend you over!" Your mini devil appeared on your coffee table and tried setting you straight.
She enlisted help from her arch nemesis and you were shocked when your figurative angel materialized next to her, nodding along.
"She has a point Y/n. It's been months. It's time to move on although.. I suggest taking this slow so no bending on the first date." She glared at your imaginary devil in disdain.
Tristan stole your attention when he asked if you had been to a certain restaurant. You totally forgot you were on the phone with him! You were quick to reply and shake your head clear of any imaginary angel and devils talking to you.
You and Tristan talked all afternoon and at one point you asked if you were keeping him from work.
"Technically I'm on a very important conference call Y/n.."
You could see his flirtatious smirk over the phone and your heart warmed knowing you were important enough to take up his entire day.
You didn't mind the long conversation since you've been alone for months and needed human interaction. You honestly didn't care that things were progressing way too quickly with Tristan. It beat moping around with a broken heart and wishing for Joker to return.
Tristan was a breath of fresh air and offered you a new start in your dating life. You were ready to jump all in even if it was risky.
You nodded and answered his question. "Yeah Σtella is perfect. Will you make the reservations for us or let me guess. You know a friend of a friend that can get us a table on short notice?"
He laughed to himself but mentioned he did have connections, 'None like that I'm afraid.'
You could tell the connections were nothing nefarious since Tristan didn't have a single criminal bone in his body. After being around Joker for so long you could single out people's evil intentions. It was one of the many habits you had to quit cold turkey.
It would take some time to purge Joker from your life but you had to. He abandoned you and you couldn't dwell on it anymore.
Tristan ended the call to make the dinner reservations. He offered to pick you up but you politely declined.
Something told you it was best to keep him far away from the apartment until you knew for certain that Joker wasn't coming back. You were still optimistic that your dark clown would return and things would go back to normal but until then, you had to fend for yourself and take care of your own needs.
A black dress was selected from your closet with a low back. It would go great with your braids and the heels you already picked out. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready and desperately trying to shake off your cold feet.
Halfway through your glam session, Tristan texted you with a time and a suggestive line about saving room for dessert.
It made you flush red and make a split decision to change your underwear into something more racy.
If tonight was just dinner that was okay but if Tristan turned out to be a man of action and not just all talk, then you wanted to be prepared. You could be a slut for one night. It's secretly what you wanted.
You twirled in the mirror and liked what you saw. A strong confident woman moving on and taking the initiative.
You liked Tristan and he made it very clear that he liked you too despite just meeting earlier in the day. He wanted to see where this could go and you readily agreed being attention and touch-starved due to Joker's absence.
You were ready to date again but you did stop and consider the possibilities of Joker finding out.
Joker was very possessive and he had eyes and ears all over Gotham City. It would be nothing for him to find out you were going on a date but his actions as of late showed that he didn't care anymore. Joker ignored your numerous phone calls and texts.
Each one went unanswered. It was safe to say you were single now so you would act accordingly.
But with all the guesswork floating in the air, you weren't going to think about Joker tonight. He was banned from your mind. Tonight you were going to have fun and enjoy yourself with another man and begin anew.
Tonight was about you and your needs. If Joker couldn't provide, you'd go out and find someone who could. You kept that thought in mind all the way to the restaurant.
"I still think that waiter was staring at you too much. I get it, you are stunning– d__n, this dress will be the death of me– but my brother. She's on a date with me. I'm the luckiest man alive!"
You tried your best to ignore his happiness and keep things cordial. The two of you had come to a stop at the main entrance to your apartment complex.
"This is me." You pointed to the locked door.
Tristan admired the tall white building with a nod but there was an awkward air floating between the two of you. You just wanted to go home, Tristan was expecting more from the date.
Unfortunately Tristan was terrible at reading your body language. Or maybe you were just a good actress.
"Y/n did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" It was a lame excuse to stay in your presence a little bit longer. You awkwardly laughed and dodged his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.
By all accounts dinner was textbook perfect. Tristan was ever the gentleman all night but his eyes were anything but. He listened to you talk and sprinkled in his opinions all the while complimenting you as a person.
There was a connection between the two of you and he made sure the conversation kept flowing to allow that spark to grow. Yet his eyes devoured you as if you were the main course and gave away his true intentions.
You wished his lust could ignite a flame within you; it didn't.
The food was amazing and you lost the fight on who would foot the bill. Tristan simply winked and said you could pay next time.
He was so confident that there would be a next time, you found yourself almost agreeing on another date. Everything was just so natural with Tristan. Normal was... nice but you longed for the unpredictable insanity that Joker brought to the table.
You shook your head in frustration. No matter how much you tried to forget about Joker, he was always in the corner of your mind, bearing down with his larger than life presence.
Even in the restaurant you felt like he was watching your every move.
You knew Joker's stretch of power knew no bounds. Your stomach was in knots at the thought of being discovered. Joker's goons could be anywhere; Joker himself could be seated at any of these tables ready to ruin your date, kill everyone in the vicinity, and drag you back home.
The possibilities were endless and before you knew it, you were in the early stages of a panic attack until Tristan cupped your cheek and distracted you.
Tristan was right there with his suave demeanor and sultry smirks.
"You okay sunshine? I hope you're not having second thoughts about the chef's choice. If you don't like it, you can always order something else." He smiled in the low lit room.
Any girl would fall head over heels for a man like Tristan. He was attractive, successful, and he had an air about him that was alluring. He was the perfect man, that is, if you liked boring.
Joker spoiled you for other men. You could never go back to charming businessmen or witty accountants.
You didn't want someone you could bring home to Mom. You were hooked on grease paint, cigarettes, heartache, and dark clowns that blew up hospitals for fun.
It was either before the main course or after one of Tristan's stories about his latest project that you realized, this wasn't going to work.
You smiled through the date out of respect and waited until he walked you home to let him down softly.
Tristan was a great guy, just not for you. Even worse, the guy was oblivious to the fact that you weren't interested anymore.
He was unfazed by your change in demeanor and flicked a wayward braid back over your shoulder. "I'll tell you again, you are gorgeous. I'm kinda tempted to take this dress off and see what's underneath. I bet she's beautiful too."
He moved in to hug you while you stiffened up in his arms. His attempts at flirting were now trashy and rude in your mind.
You didn't want Tristan anymore. You wanted Joker's warm arms holding you close— although you felt awful for still craving Tristan's attention. It was all you had. Could beggars be choosers?
Your hands wrapped around your date against your better judgment. You'd regret this later for sure. Your eyes wandered around the area as you berated yourself for stringing Tristan along.
Hugging him back went against your plans of kicking him to the curb and going upstairs to sleep off this terrible date. Your big citygirl plans of moving on were all for naught and you wasted perfectly good lingerie for a lame rebound date.
The street lights were on and oddly enough, it was just you and Tristan on the street.
The area usually had foot traffic even at such a late hour but it didn't register in your brain as odd. It was only when Tristan's hands moved to cup your backside that you locked eyes with a figure across the way.
He had a hood on but you saw him shaking his head at you in disappointment.
He lifted his head and your eyes widened seeing the familiar clown mask Joker always left lying around the penthouse after heists. That's when dread settled in your stomach.
You forgot Joker had eyes and ears everywhere. How could you be so stupid? He never left. You yelped and pushed Tristan away.
"Woah! Is everything okay, sunshine?" Tristan held up his hands while you began to hyperventilate on the sidewalk.
You didn't imagine things. Joker was still in your life. He was the most jealous man you ever met and you did the unthinkable and gave him a reason to be angry. You weren't safe. Tristan's life was in danger.
"I-It's not safe. I-I-I have to go..." You rambled on.
Tristan arched an eyebrow as you stumbled over your words. He couldn't understand a word you were saying but he knew all too well what was going on here.
"I get it." He smiled and gained your attention with his calm attitude. "I got competition, I'm not surprised. I mean look at you! You are... something else." He frowned when you continued to look away.
He hoped he wasn't being too forward but he felt the spark between the two of you.
Tristan leaned down and kissed you on the lips. It was passionate and sweet, a tad bit addictive but you were too mortified to acknowledge that aspect.
"Have a good night, Y/n. I'll text you later." Tristan gave you one more glance and walked away, leaving you frozen in place.
Tristan had it all wrong. There was no competition however he just signed his death certificate kissing you just then.
You were worried about your psychopathic, jealous boyfriend killing Tristan and then you for cheating. Joker had explicit rules. No one touches what's his.
Not only did you go on a date with someone else, you let that same man kiss you. You knew exactly what was in store for you.
Your eyes darted back across the street where you last saw the goon. They were gone and that sent icy cold fear in your veins. It was only a matter of time that Joker found out about your little tryst.
You were counting the days to your death.
You couldn't sleep to save your life.
It had something to do with the fact that you tossed and turned, gave up and paced the room back and forth, sat up expecting a phone call, text, heck; even a visit from your jealous clown all night. But nothing came. Surely your security detail had already reported his findings to Joker.
If you opened a dictionary and searched for Jealousy, a picture of Joker would be present. It was only a matter of time before J flipped out. You kissed someone else. Joker would be livid.
The silent anticipation was the worst.
You chewed your nails to the quick expecting Joker to barge into your penthouse and go insane. Scared was an understatement. You were petrified of Joker's wrath.
For two days, you walked on eggshells expecting Joker's return. He didn't and as the days grew in number, you panicked all the more.
Tristan also ghosted your phone calls and texts and you mourned the potential romance you gave up all because you were spooked.
You didn't question what you saw that night. You knew Joker's gang mask by heart and Joker was overly protective for it to be some fluke. He made sure you had a security team to watch over you at all times, no matter the circumstances. He would find out soon enough what you done.
Waiting for Joker's arrival was driving you insane to the point that every little noise made you jump.
It was nearing a full week after your failed date when you gave up and lowered your guard. You cut your losses and decided to stop living in fear. A good nap could calm your nerves.
The remnants of the day were bleeding from the sky in warm pastels when you woke up. The room was quiet until the bathroom door opened and your eyes darted over in fear.
Joker was walking out the bathroom, already dressed in loose sweatpants and nothing else.
He was towel drying his hair but immediately locked eyes with your frightened ones once he stepped into the room.
Time stood still as your brain caught up with the moment. You weren't dreaming. Joker was actually here. You weren't ready to face him.
Granted this was not how you expected to reunite with Joker after three months of radio silence and especially not after your brief moment of infidelity.
"J-Joker... you're home." Was all you could gasp out.
He looked the same, albeit a bit fatigued. He was devoid of makeup, letting you see the pure exhaustion etched on his handsome features and the unmistakable hurt swirling in his vivid green eyes.
One look therein had you self aware. Of course Joker knew. Nothing got past him.
"Please, I-I-I can explain!! You were gone for months and I t-thought.. I thought you didn't want me anymore. That you moved on! I was such an idiot! I.. Joker that date meant nothing, regardless of what your henchman told you–"
Joker said your name with such a dejected tone it made the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. "Y/n, shut. Up."
Joker tossed his towel across the room and didn't care that it barely landed on the leather couch before falling to the floor.
He'd worry about that later. His Light was on the verge of hysterics and he was not in the mood.
Joker walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed when you flinched from his touch but he cupped your brown face in his hands nonetheless.
"Y/n. Calm down and look at me." You slowly opened your eyes to glance at J. He was patiently waiting, blinking owlishly at you with an unreadable look.
You couldn't get a good read on Joker and that made you fear him more. Joker noticed and decided to go about this as plainly as possible to not scare you further. The last thing he wanted was you to fear him.
"I know about your... date. 'M not mad at you doll, rather.... at myself for allowing it to happen.Ya see.. I never wanted to leave." He sighed.
You blinked in confusion but let Joker continue.
"I didn't abandon you, Y/n. Never. I'll never do that. I got caught up in a errr.. pickle.. that kept me from my Light. I stayed away to protect you." Joker's thumbs gently stroked your cheekbones as you looked at him in shock.
His rare genuine smile spoke volumes. "It was toooo risky to come back soooo I stayed away. I tried to message ya but it was sabotaged and.... The point is Y/n! It was not my in-tent-ions to leave you all alone. I will always come back to my Light. Believe that pretty girl."
You felt like the biggest fool in all of Gotham. Joker was out risking his life to make it back to you and you gave up on him.
How was he not angry? It didn't make any sense.
"You weren't there. You were gone for months and I felt so alone. I was hurt and..." You tried not to get emotional but Joker's gentle touch and the way he stared straight into your soul with those abnormal green eyes of his was getting to you.
Joker's soothing touch had you breaking down in record time.
"I couldn't help myself! T-Tristan didn't mean anythi–"
In seconds, Joker's tender hold on you turned aggressive. His hands slid down to your throat and squeezed tight before you could finish your sentence. Your startled gasp rang out in the room.
"Don't.. ever say another man's name in front of me! I'll kill him. I'll do it. You. Are. Mine. You got that?" Joker waited until you croaked out a yes before loosening his grip. It was then you saw just how jealous Joker really was. His calm, cool, and collected attitude was all an act.
Underneath his exhaustion was the Jealous psychopath you knew and loved.
He sighed and let go to fuss over you. He smoothed your braids in place and nodded to himself when you were presentable and breathing properly. You were frozen in shock. He didn't even hesitate hurting you.
Joker's fluctuating mood was befitting his personality but it still made you wary. You eyed him sideways and Joker whined knowing you were thinking bad bad thoughts about him.
"M'sorry bunny I just... Argh! You just needed some attention, I. Get. It.. I'm not angry. I'm. Not. Hey.. ya wanna know a little secret?" You slowly nodded and Joker smiled wide before leaning in, almost as if he were to whisper in your ear.
"It was torture for me too. All those nights spent a-parT? Mmm I was thinkin' about you." His fingers played with yours resting in your lap.
"Really?" You asked.
Your mind quickly forgot about his random spurt of anger a moment prior, in favor of his suggestive tone at present. Joker was here and he was finally giving you attention. What more could you ask for?
He knew you loved his hands (and he knew you were touched-starved) and made sure to keep contact with you as he spoke.
"I missed my Princess and I knoooooow–" He yawned mid sentence, "..you missed me. C'mere, my Light. I wanna hold ya."
You hid your smile witnessing Joker be so unguarded and so unlike himself. You could tell he didn't sleep at all these past few months. Dark circles weighed down his gorgeous eyes and he literally made grabby hands at you. It was refreshing to know you weren't the only one touch-starved here.
Joker was the world's lightest sleeper. He could only sleep a full eight hours if he had his Bunny to cuddle up with. You had just woken up yourself but Joker needed his rest and he needed you.
You fell into his arms and he quickly maneuvered the both of you so he lied on the bed with you nestled on his side. You tossed your leg over Joker's hips and he held it there, rubbing his hands along your plushy thighs.
His hands became restless and began re-tracing all of your curves, (as if he could ever forget them in such a short amount of time) and came to a stop at the crown of your head. He hummed contently and left a kiss in your hair.
"I'm sorry you felt alone, Bunny. The plan wasn't supposed to take that long 'n especially not months. I can't promise I'll be able to return quickly, but I will always come back to my Light. Just... just don't give up on me, mkay?"
You nodded and glanced up at Joker. His eyes were closed, yet you knew his focus was solely on you. To prove your point, he opened his eyes and stared directly at you.
His emerald green eyes were drowsy but you could tell his words were sincere. His unique speech pattern was nonexistent the longer the conversation went. You had a raw and honest Joker lying beneath you.
So you decided to be honest in return.
"I promise, J. I won't give up on you. I only want you."
"Gooooood." He closed his eyes again and repositioned his head better on the pillows. "Cuz no one touches what's mine. Expect your uh.. punishment later." He yawned.
"What?!!" You tried to get up but Joker's arms tightened around you, keeping you lying atop of him. You wiggled in his grip and he growled in warning.
"J, I thought you said you weren't mad at me!"
He didn't see you pouting, however his hand still came down hard on your thigh. The sharp sting made you yelp in shock.
"I'm. Not. But ya still need to L-earn a lesson. My Bunny can't be sneakin' off and.. playing with others while I'm away. Tsk. Tsk. I'll uh f__k ya when I wake up. OH! You should rest too. Heh, you'll need your energy."
His warning hardly held any weight with the boyish grin plastered on his face. Without his clown makeup, Joker was a sight to behold.
You would prepare yourself for his tough love later. Right now you wanted to bask in Joker's presence. Three months was too long without him.
You snuggled up closer to your clown and began running your fingers through his hair. He loved when you did that. He was already snoring by the time you leaned up to kiss one of his scars.
"I'm just glad you're back." You whispered.
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pussy is mine
Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot
Summary: The Joker is feeling extra possessive and gets you off in front of his henchmen.
Warnings- Cursing, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, slightly unhealthy/toxic relationship, NSFW, SMUT, slight noncon/forced advances, choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism, edging and orgasm denial, ages 18+
Alright, so uh.. I was in the mood for some filthy ass smut and this was the outcome. Also remember to heed the warnings, they're there for a reason. Otherwise enjoy!!
Joker was always the possessive type. Never did he like sharing what was his. And well, you happen to be his woman. So with you? Oh you can bet every dollar you own that he was extremely possessive.
No other person was allowed to take your affections or too much of your attention away from him. Depending on how severe the situation was, then there would certainly be some form of punishment for you when J got you alone. Say you were conversing with one of his goons a bit too long for his liking, he would fuck you so hard you'd have trouble walking the next day. If he thought you were flirting(which you never do, but he will see even a simple smile as such) with someone, he'd tease you for hours until you're begging him to let you come. Then there's the worst, if you were to ever cheat on him, he would kill you. He would do it, you believe it.
Fortunately, you only have eyes for Joker. With time, he grew to trusting you more and more. You are fully committed and loyal to him. And you've more than proved your devotion to him. He knew you weren't going to cheat on him, or leave him for someone else. But that didn't mean others weren't going to come and try their advances on you.
He especially didn't want other people showing you any kind of affection or giving you an amount of attention he thought was too much. Anyone attempts to flirt with, ask out, or make sexual comments about you? That person would receive an automatic death sentence. Hell, if someone looked at you in a way that Joker didn't like, they probably wouldn't be alive too long after that. The person dumb enough to make any of those mistakes would either be killed instantly or end up going missing at some point.
Most of the time when people would make their attempts towards you, you never minded when J would intervene. In fact, you've actually encouraged the majority of the instances where he's had to step in and kill the pursuer. Because often times, a lot of these interactions with these people made you feel uncomfortable. Especially with most guys. Eyeing you down like a bunch of creeps, practically salivating over your body. Some of them apparently couldn't just take no for an answer and they would keep harassing you. So if J took that feeling of unease away, then you were happy about it.
Now when it came to Joker's henchmen, almost all of them knew very clearly that you were completely off limits. Keyword- almost. Every now and then, a man would come along and try to flirt with you or get in your pants. You never felt sorry for the ill-fated men that were stupid enough to venture down those routes. They should have been aware of the consequences of their actions yet chose to go through with them anyways. Because somehow, they thought they could get away with trying to mess with the Joker's woman. How fucking stupid, you often thought. So you never felt bad for any of them when their worthless lives came to an end.
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It was just another day at the warehouse. Joker was holding a meeting in a large room with a handful of his goons about the next hit. You were on the other side of the room, looking over and counting the shipment of weapons that had just came in this morning. J liked to put you in charge of certain tasks. Giving you things to do so you don't go crazy with boredom in this warehouse. And mainly to keep a close eye on you.
When he is here, he prefers to have you around where he can see you. The times he wasn't here, he would have you stay in your designated room- which was also his makeshift office- with the door locked. But he understood that you sometimes have to leave the room, and occasionally the warehouse. When that was the case, you have to be accompanied by one of the two men he trusted enough to look after you. At first you thought it was annoying and unnecessary. Then, you soon came to realize that it was very necessary. Since you're typically the only woman in a place with lots of men- the majority of them having criminal records.
Joker and his men sat in chairs around a fairly large table. Every now and then would J glance over at you while he was explaining the operation. You would do the same, winking at him when you both made eye contact. He'd give a small smirk in return. Oh how much he adores his precious little bunny.
He couldn't help but often think about how good you were at every task he would give you. It's not like they were anything too difficult or required any heavy lifting. In fact, most of them usually just consist of writing down the shipments that come in. Recording how many there were and what was in each of them. They're tasks which require minimal effort, but you always do them exactly how he wants and in a timely manner. So he didn't bother having anyone else do them.
J looked over at you once again, admiring how good you look as you're working. There was something that drove him crazy about the way you bit the top of the pen while you were in thought. About the simple, yet sultry motion of how you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead or swiped the stray hairs that fell in your face. But what really made his mind race was the view when you would bend over to count the contents of the containers. It's not that you were wearing anything super tight or revealing. Your oversized t shirt is hiding the curves your leggings definitely must be showing underneath. But each time you reach into one of the crates, it rides up. Giving a little peek.
Soon, J began to notice that he wasn't the only one sneaking glances in your direction. He wasn't the only one interested in that little peek.
Through his peripheral vision, he could partially see a couple of the men sat adjacent to him. How their focus was gradually being drawn away from the table talk and towards your moving form. With every stolen glance lasting longer than that of their previous. Their eyes traveling all over your body, lingering stares filled with lecherous intentions. And ohh did that make Joker's blood boil. Filling his form with a jealous rage that he's only experienced ever since he's met you.
J's still discussing the plan as if nothing is distracting him. But in his mind he wants to snap the heads off of the men that are fucking you with their beady little eyes. You are his and only his to look at and admire. Only his to crave and desire. His and never, on any circumstance, theirs.
He knows that this isn't your fault. You haven't done anything of the sort to bring that kind of attention towards yourself.
However, dogs will be dogs. And all of the bad pooches get put down around here. However.. J thought.. But what fun would it be without putting them in their place first?
The explanation came to an end as Joker watched over his men look over the plans for the upcoming job scattered all across the table. This was going to be a huge score and everyone had to be ready for it. Even though J liked to make everyone in the city believe that he was a man of no plans. He very much is a man of precision. Things can look as though they are not going- how he says- according to plan. But he doesn't want these things to be completely sloppy either.
You come back over to J once you are finished and tell him everything is accounted for. Standing beside him, you lean down and show him the clipboard. Going over what came in and what you've counted, which was a relatively small load compared to others often brought in. All the while, his eyes trail from the words on the clipboard to your hands, and up your arms until he reaches your neck and face. Your skin is gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, and he can't help but think of ways how he can make you sweat even more. A small, wicked smirk forms on his face as an idea pops into his mind.
Joker is going to have some fun and remind all of the men in this room that you belong only to him. Especially since they had the audacity to still be looking at you while you're standing right here next to him.
You finish talking and let out a small sigh of exhaustion. J takes that into account. He scoots his chair back and pats his thigh. "Sit down, doll."
You comply, and move to take a seat on his lap. Sort if perching yourself instead of sitting all the way down. You don't expect to be in this position long. It's rare when he has you sitting on top of him like this in the presence his henchmen. And you take gratification with every chance that you get. Even if it is for a short, sweet moment. Then, you feel his hands softly run along the length of your back.
"You did such a good job for me, hm." He whispers lowly to you as his other hand starts rubbing circles on your thighs.
The action causes you to slightly tense. You find his demeanor confusing. This amount of affection that he's currently displaying in front of his men is completely unlike him. So you start to question it. "Um.. J? What is going o-"
But Joker doesn't care, and shushes you before you can even finish your question. "Hu- shush, shush, shh." His voice coos in your ear.
The hand that was caressing your thighs moves up and in between your legs. Shyness overtakes you and you quickly attempt to close them, but J goes to move them open.
Heat floods your cheeks and you attempt to ask him again, "J, w-what are you doing?"
His hand slowly creeps back to that space between your legs and he leans to whisper in your ear. "I'm uh.. having fun with my little bunny."
You swallow thickly and shift your hips. Your eyes dart around the room to see if anyone is watching. To your relief, no one seems to notice what's going on. Hoping that it stays that way. Because when his hand finally reaches your clothed mound, you can't help but want him to continue with whatever it is he's doing.
His touch grows firmer and you can't help but melt like butter in his arms. Your body relaxes and you wordlessly allow for J to continue. Though something faintly whispers to you that he probably would've gone on even if you hadn't. The giveaways being the unfamiliarity of the situation and the tight hold he's got on you. But then again, J is always surprising you by being unpredictable sometimes.
"That's it." He purrs when he senses your body giving in to his touch.
His fingers trail teasingly up and down your slit, causing you to shiver with anticipation. He continues to tease you this way for what seems like forever and you start to grow anxious. Then he decides to torture you more by rubbing circles around your clit. He's not touching you in the places you need the most and it's driving you insane. You release a silent whine and he chuckles darkly.
"Come on, don't be shy now. Let it out. I want 'em all to hear those desperate little noises you make just for me."
With that, he presses down onto your clit. The sudden action causes you to moan aloud which gathers the attention of everyone at the table. Their heads instantly snapping in your direction. Your eyes widen and you swear you felt your heart stop at that moment.
The men are completely stunned with the image before them: Their boss sitting nonchalantly with you on his lap. His hand in between your legs, shamelessly rubbing your pussy through your pants. J had even gone the extra mile to move your t shirt out of the way. That way so it was clearly visible what he was doing to you. Every one of them quickly exchanged glances filled with shock and confusion. None of them dared to say a word while they stared at you. They simply didn't know how to react or what to do.
It is silent. All eyes are on you.
And that killed you.
But you were instantly brought back. Resurrected by the fire that coursed through your body. You want this. You want it now. And the fact that all of these men were watching only makes you desire it even more.
One of the henchmen decides to cut through the tension by standing up with the intention on leaving the room. But Joker isn't having that.
"I'd uh.. sit back down if I were you.." J's threatening tone stops the man from moving another muscle. His dark eyes dart across to glare at the man, whom of which was ogling you moments ago. "Since this is clearly somethin' you've been dying to see."
The goon silently sits back down. His body trembling with the realization that an end to his life may be in store very, very soon. The only look on this goon's face is that of fear and dread as his focus quickly switches between J and you.
J's deadly glare quickly travels around the rest of the table. Forcing eye contact with every single man. He makes it clear that absolutely no one is aloud to leave. And it was that distinct fear in which the Joker had set within them, that forced them to stay. He is a dangerous man, and it wouldn't be a smart move to tick him off. Especially when he's already this riled up.
J continues to pleasure you without a care. With your whimpers and moans filling the room as you decide not to hold back. He's making you feel so good, and as much as you don't want to admit, a part of you really likes having an audience. Even if they're practically being held at potential knife and gunpoint. They're forced to look, but they are not allowed to touch. Whether it be you, or themselves.
You twitch in J's grasp and he chuckles in your ear. Sliding his free hand up to your neck so he can have better control over your movements. "You like that bunny? You like how I'm touching you in front of all these worthless men?" Unable to respond, you release a shuddering breath, your gaze aimlessly wandering around the table. J smirks wickedly against your cheek. "Yeah, you love it. My filthy little slut. Look at you."
"Oh god, J please!!" You whine quietly. Struggling in his grasp as you attempt to push yourself further into his hand. Your ass moves against his erection and you try even harder. How badly you're aching to feel his hard cock slide inside of you right now.
However, J scolds your attempts. "Ah ah, move your hips like that again and I won't give you any more." His hand tightens around your throat while his fingers brush just over your aching clit, making you shudder. "Don't forget who's in charge here doll. Or else I'll have to-ah tear your clothes off and fuck you right on this table in front of them."
His threats are only turning you on even more. And the mere thought of him ripping your pants off and fucking you hard in front of all these men brings a long, lustful moan from your lips. This amuses J further. He couldn't say that it surprised him because he knows the dirty girl you are.
"Oh, that turn you on doll?"
He continues to provide your clit some much needed stimulation. Rubbing circles over it with a firmness just right. You relish in the all the pleasure he's giving you.
"No, they don't get to see what's mine."
He slaps your pussy and you nearly scream. You did not expect for that to happen. The abrupt feeling of pain mixes in with the pleasure, and your body doesn't know how to react to it. It hurts but it feels so good and you love it. It's all so, so much. Tears stream quickly down your face while you're still begging for more. You notice how some of the goons react with silent gasps. At this point you don't care if they see you cry. You're way beyond that now.
"Bad girl," Joker tsks against the back of your neck. "Daddy's gonna have to punish you for that later."
You are a little disappointed that J won't fuck you right now. Especially since you really wanted it. But you understand why. He doesn't want to expose any of your most delicate and private parts to these men. Those are for his eyes only. He just wants all of them to know that you are his. To show them how much you want him and him only.
"I'm s-sorry." You choke back a sob. To which he rewards your obedience by continuing to pleasure your desperate pussy.
"Just go right on and keep moaning my name, hm." J slips his hand into your pants, sliding two of his thick fingers easily into your wet cunt. "I want you to show them who this pussy belongs to."
He begins fucking you with his fingers. His merciless pace emitting loud and wet suction sounds which he made sure everyone in the room can hear. He confirmed that they had by each of their reactions. Most of them were extremely uncomfortable now. Maybe a few of them were also getting turned on by the lewd display before them. And that only spurred J to go harder.
You moan out in pure pleasure when J starts curling his fingers inside you. Rubbing you in all the right spots as he moves them in a come hither motion. "Yes, fuck, yes J- right there! That feels so good, mhmm. Please keep doing that."
Joker halts expectantly, "please what?"
"Please daddy!" You yell as loud as you can.
"Mm now that's what I like to hear."
He rigorously switches in between curling his digits and moving them in and out of your hole. Bringing you near that sweet pinnacle of ecstasy, but stopping right before you can reach it. He’d purposely yank it away so he and everyone else can hear your desperate whines. Your pent up frustration from the denial of your orgasm grows stronger with each one. It frustrates you even more that Joker's goons are witnessing you in such a state. It feels wrong, degrading in one of its lowest forms. You shouldn't be loving this as much as you are. But J's skillful touches feel amazing, and his praises are everything. All you want in this very instant is to cum. Except there's just one problem- J won't let you.
But finally, after a couple more denials, you think he might actually let you this time. You try your best to coax him into it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!" You figure the only way he'll allow you cum is if you give him exactly what he wants. So that is exactly what you do. You bring yourself look at all of the men. At each and every one of them. "My pussy belongs to you Joker, it's yours and no one else's! Please daddy, can I come now please?"
J is satisfied with your announcement and he decides to reward you. A smile spreads fully across his scarred cheeks and he curls his fingers with the intention on making you scream and gush with an orgasm. "Atta girl," he whispers. "Go on then, be my good little slut and cum for me hm."
Two more finger strokes have you cumming hard, tossing your head back against J's collarbone as you let go. Your body spasms wildly as you cry out in your rapturous high. "Fuck J! Ahh!" Your juices gush all over J's hand and completely soak through the fabric of your pants.
"There you go. Good girl." J rubs along your arm affectionately you come down from your high. It was a powerful one and he knows it telling by how limp your body goes and you appear to be shifting in and out of consciousness. J removes his hand from your pants to admire his handiwork. He then focuses his attention towards the table and uses the same hand, glistening with your juices, to dismiss the goons. "Meeting's over. Get out."
On that command, they all quickly jump out of their seats and make to the exit without a single word. Not even another glance back while walked out as fast as they possibly could. J just sat there with you in his arms as he watched them go. Quite satisfied with what had just occurred. Now they know, He thought to himself.
Soon as they were all good and gone, J's attention was now all on you. "You good?"
"Mm, more than." You mumble happily against his neck. It's slick with sweat and some parts of his paint but you don't care. You find it comforting.
"Well, don't get too comfortable princess." J grins maliciously, "remember you've still got a punishment in store."
He gives you a slight nudge and presses his erection against your ass. He's still very hard. You bite your lip to suppress a moan but he catches it. His thumb goes under your waistband, and he pulls so that it snaps back against you.
"So take these off and lay down on that table."
"Yes sir." You reply with a smile. Rubbing your thighs together excitedly before hopping off his lap.
This’ll be fun.
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Gn!reader taking care of injured Joker
Warning:mention of blood,wound
(Could be any Joker)
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He would come home injured, blood smeared all over his suit
So you offer to take care of him
You get the first aid kit and start cleaning his wounds
"Does this hurt?" "Not one bit,darling!"
Since he needs to take off his shirt too, you try to focus on the paper in ur hand
He can't get his eyes off you,he will keep on smiling at you,especially if you look up to him
Hes happy you take care of him,he never really had someone do this to him
He will pull you into a kiss when ur done and hug you
Also he might joke around but he will thank you
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Surprise
luke hughes x actress!reader
note: love them and this request 🩷
warnings: eating, food, calling kraft dinner bad even though i eat it like once a week
word count: 840
Y/n was so excited to see Luke, they haven’t been together in person for around a month because Y/n was busy in LA filming the next season of the Evelyn Hugo series. And now that that was done filming she quickly got on the next plane to New Jersey to see the boy. She purposely told him she would be there a day later than she actually was because she wanted to surprise him.
Just now she was in the elevator of the building, Jack had told her the code to get into the apartment building so as to not alert Luke of the surprise, when she got a call from the very boy she was going to see. Fishing the phone out of her pocket and glancing at the caller ID brought a soft smile to her face, “Hey, baby.” “Hey”
She heard the sound of pots and pans crashing together in the background of the call, “What’re you doing, hun?” “I’m cooking!” “You know how to do that?” She said in a teasing voice as the elevator door opened to the boy's floor, she continued the conversation as she walked towards his door.
“Yes! I do..” His voice slightly unsure, “Sounds like you’re having trouble.” She mumbles, now at his door trying to be quiet and waiting to knock, “Well the directions are unclear.” “Well, I’ll help you.” “How-” He was cut off by the sound of knuckles knocking against his door. He mumbled a small ‘one sec’ before making his way to answer the door which made the girl laugh.
The door opened revealing the smiling girl, and the very happily shocked boy. Almost without thinking Luke brings Y/n into a big hug, lifting her off the ground with his hand under her thighs. His forehead rested against her collarbone, as if he didn’t believe she was there, like she would slip away at any moment. After a few more moments, whispering their greetings small ‘hello’s and soft ‘i love you’s coming from both.
Luke finally let the girl slip down, her feet once again finding the floor. And as Luke goes to grab his girl’s suitcase, said girl did a once over of the apartment only to see water boiling over the pot and all over the stove, “Luke!” She rushed over to the stove a took the pot of the element and turned the heat down, “Who let you cook unsupervised?” “Jack usually does it.”
He walked past her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and walked down the hallway to his room where he set the girl’s bags down and came back to the kitchen to now find that Y/n had taken over the entire operation of making dinner.
“You’re not having boxed mac & cheese for dinner.” She muttered, shaking her head and placing the box back in the cupboard. Collecting a few things she sees in the cupboards and fridge to make him a good dinner. She found an onion, which she was very surprised by. It must have been the influence of Jack’s girlfriend.
Y/n was already cutting up the onions when Luke came back into the kitchen, and ofcourse Luke came up from behind, his hands wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder to watch her actions. He eventually asked to help so she gave him little jobs. Then they sat on the couch, Y/n between Lukes legs as they ate dinner and ended up watching ‘10 things I hate about you’ per Y/n’s request, really it was just because she loved Luke’s reaction when she wouldn’t shut up about how hot Heath Ledger is in it.
“-and he is just, like, beyond what should be humanly capable, y’know?” Grabbing his drink from the side table, Luke says, “He’s good as the joker.” This caused the girl to let out a small laugh.
After the movie the two turned on a show, and just cuddled and talked until they would hopefully fall asleep together.
“Why do all NHL players like golf?” “I don’t know.. It’s a sport to play in summer? And I guess you don’t have to think too hard, and we can just hang out and talk?”
They were now laying across the couch, Y/n’s head on his chest, Luke’s hands running up and down the girl’s back under her shirt as ‘Bob’s burgers’ played in the background. She drew small doodles on his bicep, as they both lolled each other to sleep as they talked.
“That makes more sense than what I thought.” “What did you think?” “I thought it was because it’s the same action.. Or close.”
She didn’t expand thinking Luke understood, she assumed that was self-explanatory, but then Luke asked, “What?” “Y’know, like, shooting a puck and hitting a golf ball is the same action in the hips.” “Okay.” Luke said, softly chuckling as he brought one hand to the girl’s hair, giving her head scratches and twirling the strands between his fingers.
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