#ledger joker smut

[j0kers-light]

His Angel (series masterlist)

Summary:

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

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

His Angel Chapters

His Angel Oneshots

His Angel Head Canons

Story status is to be determined!

Future Taglist:

@alittlesmartcookie @reneisance @cheetahspy @darthjokerisyourfather @xxrougefangxx

[slaher-hoe]

Pls give me ideas😗

Idk what to do😐

[k4marina]

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.

[cupids-scream-queen]

-> Joker x f!reader

Prompt: size kink

Warnings: dubcon, breaking and entering, voyeurism, slight stalking, knives, blood, submissive reader, size kink, no protection (wrap it for the holidays!)

Summary: You were home from work, fucking yourself with your little vibrator. Joker always had his eye on you, and he couldn't stand watching you fuck yourself with a pathetic little bullet, now could he?

You were horny.

After the holiday rush, after the many, many rude customers, you found yourself alone, exhausted, and in need of some good fucking.

Unfortunately, you also weren't the type of girl to fuck a random guy, so you were stuck at home, in your bed, with your pretty pink vibrator. It was a soft baby pink, and although it was quiet, it was one of the best ones you'd ever owned. You had it on its lowest setting, teasing you clit as you made yourself wetter. You moaned slightly as you increased it, your clit wonderfully in pleasure as you arched your back, slightly.

Unbeknownst to you, Joker was watching you out your window. He was hard in his trousers, his tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips as he watched as you pathetically curled around the plastic toy. It should be him, really--you were his, even if you didn't know it. He'd been watching you for a long time.

You didn't know it, of course. You were polite to a man that needed help on the street, unknowing that the man was a criminal that was one of Gotham's most wanted. Ever since, he'd been obsessed with you, needing to get closer to you at every cost. He knew everything about you, and you were none the wiser.

But watching you pleasure yourself, your pussy clenching around what should be him, made him so impossibly angry that he couldn't help it when he broke into your apartment, your moans all throughout the apartment like music to his ears.

"You ah, havin' fun there?" He asked, his arm resting against the doorframe. You looked over, your eyes wide with shock and terror as you took in the stranger in front of you. No, he wasn't a stranger--it was the Joker, clear as day, in front of you.

"Wh-What do you want?" You tried to cover yourself up, but it was no use. The damage had been done. You weren't sure how long he was there for, how much he had seen. He shamelessly stared at your body, scanning you as if he owned you.

"Well, let's see, I'd like you to stop fucking yourself with that pathetic thing," He pointed at the toy in your hand, and you looked at him like he was crazy. Well, maybe he was, but that wasn't the point.

"A-And what's it to you that I use this?" You snapped, your face red with embarrassment as he started to walk his way closer towards you. You had nothing on to protect yourself from him, and you knew he was capable of things you weren't able to fathom.

"It makes me, let's say, incredibly angry," He walked closer, his hands pressing against the mattress. You inched your feet closer to the rest of your body as you peered into his dark eyes. You couldn't find any emotion behind them, and it scared you to no end. "You should, ah, have something else inside of you, if you catch my drift."

You looked him up and down, your eyes finally settling on the bulge that was barely hidden by his purple trousers. It was bigger than anything you'd seen before, and your pussy got wetter thinking about it. You scolded yourself, trying to remind yourself that you were in a situation that was life-or-death, and that getting aroused by the Joker of all people wasn't going to help you.

"What?" You asked, innocently, as if you hadn't just heard what came out of his mouth. You weren't sure if that was the right move, his eyes glazing over and his mouth slightly ajar as he crawled farther until he was on top you, pressing you into the mattress.

"I want to fuck you," He stated, touching your face with a glove-clad hand. "And I want to make you mine."

Your mind was racing, and you could barely comprehend anything that he said. Make him yours?

"Y-You mean...?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to be my fuckdoll for tonight," Joker laughed darkly, his hands roaming your body as he pleased. You were frozen in fear, your mind telling you not to move, that if you didn't do anything he'd get bored and leave.

"W-Why?"

"I've ah, had my sights on you for a while, doll," He shifted closer to you, and you could practically smell his breath...which smelled like mint. "And let's just say that, ah, you ain't talkin' your way out of this. I want you to lay on your back and take what's gonna come to ya."

You did as you were told, laying so that your body was flush against the mattress, your naked body on full display. Joker seemed to enjoy your obedience towards him, as he pet your head mockingly with his gloved hand.

"I don't want you to talk," Joker flicked a knife out of his pocket. "Or else, ah, I might use this against ya to shut you up." As if to prove a point, he slashed at your shoulder, lightly grazing the skin with the blade. It immediately started to bleed, and your eyes pricked with pain. Your pussy was wet with arousal.

He put the knife next to your neck, and you were still as a statue, wondering what he'd do. He simply made a slight scratch, carving something into your neck. It hurt, but you didn't flinch. Afraid of what he'd do in light of defiance, you decided to do whatever he told you in order to get out of this alive. You weren't sure how patient the Joker was, and something told you that you really didn't want to find out tonight.

He then put the knife on the pillow beside you, and pressed his lips up against the wound on your neck, kissing it. His tongue lapped at the blood, and you moaned somewhere deep inside of you. You could feel his lips curl against your skin by the action, and you couldn't tell if he was upset.

He then took the toy out of your hand, turning it on to it's highest setting.

"Ya like getting fucked by this piece of shit?" He asked, shoving it into your pussy. It hurt, your pussy barely stretched out or prepped for this, and you nearly cried out in pain, your eyes beginning to drip tears onto your cheeks. Joker licked the tears up, giggling to himself as he continued to ram the toy into you, watching as you struggled to contain yourself. "You're gonna get somethin' way different tonight."

He took the toy out of you, and practically threw it against the wall, breaking it. You looked at him, your eyes wide and full of tears, only fueling him. He grabbed you by your hair, forcing you into a kiss. It was rough, teeth and tongue and teeth meeting each other. You kissed him back, your hands finding his hair and pulling him closer, moaning in his mouth. You weren't sure what was coming over you, but you suddenly needed him. You had to have him.

"Ah, ah, ah, calm yourself there, I'm in charge," He slapped you across your face. You marveled at how big his hand was compared to your face, and once you started to focus, you realized just how big he was compared to you. His hands were nearly twice the size of your own, and you realized that he had to be anywhere from one to two feet taller than you--your puny little frame nothing compared to his.

You looked at him, almost helplessly as he began to work his way around your body, poking, prodding, and slicing bits with his knife. It shouldn't have made you more horny, it shouldn't have made you more into what was happening to you...but yet, it was. You were enjoying this, and you were finding yourself anxiously awaiting what would happen next.

He started to suck at your skin, his mouth nearly fitting around half of your neck as he left a hickey and a bite mark, signifying that you were his. His little fuckdoll. His hands began groping your breasts, and you gasped as you realized his hands were just as big as your tits, if not slightly bigger. He was on top of you, his broad shoulders double yours.

"You're so fucking small and helpless," He growled into your ear, licking the tender flesh. The warmth of his breath against your ear drove you crazy, and you moaned a bit, as if asking for him to fuck you senseless. "You'll get what you deserve later. Right now, it's my turn to fuck you up."

He started by biting down your body, making sure to mark both of your collarbones with his teeth. He licked at every cut he made on your body, the sharp, metallic taste melting on his tongue. He groaned as he tasted your blood; the taste of your skin like cocaine to him.

"God, you're so perfect for me," He licked your nipple, and the bit it, eliciting a loud cry and moan from you. He grinned. Bits of his face paint were on your body, white and red stains everywhere from the grease paint. He thought of you like an art piece, his canvas, his.

He began to move his fingers down to your folds, gathering slick between his fingers. Curiously, he pulled them into his mouth, tasting all of you. He licked his lips as if finishing a good meal, and he laughed as he shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. He then took his fingers away, and took his pants off, revealing his purple-and-black stripped boxers.

He slipped them off with ease, revealing his full length. His cock was far bigger than you grasped beforehand, and your mouth watered as you imagined it inside of you, creating a bulge inside of you. Your thoughts were halted as he shoved his fingers inside of you, three at once. His fingers were thick, and you cried out in pain, which earned you a slap across the face again.

"Ah, ah, pet," He wagged his tongue at you. "No crying." You moaned, and he nodded. "That's what I like to hear."

He began to fuck you with his fingers, spreading your pussy open for him. He was quick with the work; as soon as he figured you could take it, he took his fingers out of you, and shoved them in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself again.

He lined himself up with your entrance, his large hands on either side of your hips as he pushed the head of his cock in your pussy, stretching you farther than his fingers. Your eyes filled with tears, a few rolling down your cheeks and falling onto the bites on your collarbone.

He pushed in farther, half of his cock in you and he placed a hand on your abdomen, feeling himself fill you up. You were so much smaller than he was, and he was crazy about it. He then suddenly pushed all the way in; your abdomen had a visible bulge.

"Look at how little ya are, pet," He growled, slapping the bulge. You gasped, moaning as you felt his hand collide with your skin. He grinned, his cock stretching and filling you more than you could even dream of. He was so much bigger than you. He was dangerous, he could break you with one wrong move. You were a porcelain fucktoy, and both of you knew it.

"I'm gonna fuck you like an animal," The Joker practically growled, thrusting into you. Your eyes glossy with tears, your stomach bulging from his cock being so endlessly big made him go mad with desire.

"Y-Yes, p-please," You gasp out, shuttering as Joker thrust into you roughly.

"Don't. Talk. Shut your mouth before I fuck it," He threatened, grabbing the knife he previously discarded and held it threateningly against the skin of your breast. It was not more than a mere threat; the blade slashing through your skin lightly, drawing enough blood to start dripping down, coating you in a dark mixture. "Ain't that a pretty sight?"

You nodded, arching to meet his thrusts, as he penetrated into every inch of your being. You only needed him—you sold your soul to the devil, and now he was getting his end of the contract. He smirked accordingly, his thrusts beginning to get longer and more drawn out, filling you completely and then leaving you empty within the same breath.

"Ah, you're so good against me, do you feel that?" He pressed your hand against your stomach, and your eyes widened. You could feel every time his cock entered your body, truly stretching and filling you to your limits. "That's all me, doll."

You whimpered in response, and he elicited a moan from you when he bucked his hips to thrust deeper into you, if that was even possible. Though you were lost in the pleasure, Joker was meticulously marking you up as his, carving his initials into you wherever he pleased--including on your neck, where everyone could see who, exactly, you belonged to. The Joker's girl.

"Fuck, yer so tight," He grunted, your pussy clenching around his dick, begging to not have him leave. You moaned around him, your body behaving in ways you never thought possible. Joker took your body in with every bit of hunger--his eyes like a predator's as he took in how vulnerable and slutty you were for him. Just for him.

"I'm close now, and you're gonna be filled with my cum," Joker forced you to look at him, a hand on your face roughly. "I want you to remember this moment, pet. As of now, you belong to nobody, except for me." You nodded your head, your brain too fucked to even care about what you'd agreed to. You needed the release, your orgasm quickly appearing as Joker continued to thrust into you. He sensed this, your pussy clenching on him harder in anticipation, and he snuck his hand away from your face to circle your clit harshly, drawing even deeper moans from you.

He pushed on your clit, the sudden pain mixed with pleasure doing it and you came on his cock, your pussy clenching around him even harder as you rode out your orgasm, his hand never leaving your clit nor his thrusts slowing down. No, he was going to fuck you until he came.

He continued to thrust, his warning mere seconds ago of being close a forgotten promise as he continued to thrust farther into your body, fucking you as much as he could before he felt himself reach his limit. He came with a string of curse words, his body rumbling on top of you as he filled you, completely, with his hot, sticky cum. You felt even more full, his dick filling you to an even fuller extent. You felt your abdomen expand again, struggling to fit all of his seed inside of you.

"What a pretty little fuckdoll you are," He mused, groaning as he slid out of you. He pushed the leaking cum back inside of you. "Don't waste a single drop of that stuff, it's potent." He warned, and when he was done pushing it back inside of you, he had you lick his fingers clean. You tasted his cum, a salty, strangely sweet mixture that sat heavy on your tongue.

"W-What now?" You asked, your voice quiet. You weren't sure if you were allowed to speak yet--but you were well spent and Joker was clearly in a better mood than when he found you.

"Now, doll, you stay there and I leave," He got off of you, leaving you whimpering as you missed the heat from him. He got back into his clothing, and grabbed grease paint out of his jacket. "Ya got a bathroom?"

"Right there," You pointed to a doorway, and he went inside. Coming out, he had a fresh layer of grease paint on, and nobody could tell what had transpired between the two of you. At least, just by looking at him.

He laughed at you one last time, taking a polaroid of you for later. He blew you a kiss before storming out of your apartment, leaving you naked, cold, and alone in your bedroom.

Shaking, you gathered yourself up after a few minutes, and made your way to your bathroom. You could feel the seed spilling out of you, drenching your thigh. You saw yourself in the mirror, Joker's initial on your neck, his name carved out along the lower side of your stomach. Marking him as yours, bonding you with him for the foreseeable future.

Part of you wished he'd never come back. That part of you was the sane one, the part of you that was logically and rightfully afraid of him. And, yet, a darker part of you wished he'd do that again soon, because god, he was the best fuck of your life.

Enjoy my writing? Please feel free to leave a like, comment, or reblog!

This is the first time writing for Joker, so apologies if it's not the best.

I might make a part two once Smutmas is over...

Part 2: ♡

[love-fictional-ppl]

Heath Ledger’s joker as a bf

Pairings: joker x fem!reader

Warnings: language, joker (he needs his own warning) marijuana, blood, criminal activities🥸 smut, etc.

A/N: requested by my home girl😭🤞 (h/c) is hair color

SFW:

On the occasion he gives you a gift, just remember he didn’t pay for it

Both of you dying your hair together and then getting into a hair dye fight where in the end both of you are covered in green and (h/c)

Will force you to rob a bank with him atleast once

If, IF he showers he will make you join him

He smokes/takes Eddies so going to McDonald’s in the middle of the night is a routine at this point

Nighttime, dancing in the rain in Gotham together

Batman impersonations are your inside joke

Sharing your intrusive thoughts with each other and laughing about it like it’s the most normal thing ever

He will not go to the hospital unless he’s shot really badly so most the time he will have you help clean him up after getting into with Bruce.

If you ask him to do his hair or make up (not clown make up) he might say yes but only after a certain exchange iykyk

Will not tell you his real name until like 8 months into your relationship and he does it in the most random and casual way ever. It makes me giggle so lemme play it out for you😭

You’re sat at the table in the kitchen eating cereal while reading the newspaper, Joker sleeping still or so you thought.

“Jack.”

You jump out of the chair landing on the grown, on your ass. Looking up you see the joker standing in the doorway. You annoyed now half-shout, “Who tf is jack?!”

“Me,” he responds simply, “my name is jack.”

“Oh. Well next time don’t scare me!”

Randomly asks shit like “would you rather your brain in a cockroach’s body or a cockroach’s brain in your body?”

Does not filter himself in public so strangers do get details about your sex life

AND SPEAKING OF WHICH

TIME FOR THE NSFW PART

NSFW:

He definitely is a fan of doggy style, when you do doggy he like to put you in a chokehold

Likes to tie you up

He’s dominant that’s a fact, if you want to top him you gotta plead a little bit

Will ask to try new things a lot

Loves getting head more than giving it I feel like

Likes to cum in you or on your stomach

Overstimulation king 👑

Has a mushroom tip🫥

Tbh gives no fucks about ppl being around like he has fingered you in front of a train full of people

He hates condoms but doesn’t want kids so you better be on the pill or ready for the consequences

Degrades you and call you shit like:

“Slut”

“Whore”

“Cock sleeve”

“Cum dump”

But he also will mix nicer pet names in like:

“Pretty girl”

“Hot stuff”

“Sugar”

“Baby”

“Good lookin’”

He sucks with aftercare ngl

Most he’ll do is bring you water and cuddle a bit

Tbh that’s all I can think of😭😭😭

[miss-americana-reputation]

animals

heath ledger!joker x reader

smut 18+, p in v, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, bondage, aftercare.

“fuck yes!” i moan loudly. my wrists are bound above me to the headboard as the one and only joker fucks me with his tongue and fingers. the one and only joker i call my boyfriend, the love of my life.

“oh fuck.” i cry as he pulls his mouth away and looks up at me. his scars are gleaming with my juices in the moonlight reflecting through the cracks of my curtains. “j- please.” i beg.

“what?” he asks. “fuck me. i needa feel you.” i sound pathetic. “patience, dear, patience.” he coos. he digs back in with his mouth and fingers attacking me.

“oh yes!” i moan loudly. “fuck.” i say as i put my legs over his shoulders. he hums against me and i clench around him. “please. let me cum.” i whine. i buck my hips at the pleasure he’s giving me.

he pulls away, pulling his mouth away, and fingers out. “no. please. j, i need it, i need you.” i cry. “i told you, it needs to last all night.” he says and sucks off my juices from his fingers.

“fucking delicious.” he smirks. “please.” i whine. “darling. if you cum now, you wouldn’t feel what i want you to. that’s why you need to wait. it’ll be amazing.” he explains his logic. “oh my god.” i cry, a few tears slipping down my cheeks.

“aw, look at you. so pathetic.” he taunts. “just please. i need your cock.” i beg. “please daddy.” i add.

he quickly strips off his slacks and pulls down his boxers. his harden cock hits his slight toned stomach and he lets out a small his. “hm.” he hums as he slowly strokes himself. “please.” i whine.

he gives in and climbs on top of me. he lines himself up with me and thrusts in. “yes!” i moan as he gives me what i want.

“feel good?” he asks and continues to brutally thrust into me. “yes, j, yes!” i moan. he connects his lips to my neck while fucking me. “you’re squeezing me so tight.” he pants.

“who’s is this?” he asks. “who’s pussy is this?” he asks. “yours, all yours.” i moan, looking at him directing in eyes. “yeah. that’s right.” he thrusts into me harder.

he moves my legs so he’s thrusting into my at a different angle, hitting the deep spot inside me at a different angle. “yes, daddy. fuck me.” i moan. “yeah? what do you think i’m doing?” he smirks. “ah! god. i’m close.” i warn.

he pulls out and i let out a pathetic whine. “please.” i feel more tears slip. “i was close.” i cry. “i know. i could feel you. you just need some patience.” he drags his tip up my folds. he taps it against my clit and i let out a gasp from my sensitivity.

“please. fuck me.” i beg. “i need your cock daddy, i need it.” i’m not holding back, i’m begging and crying.

he lines himself back up with me and slowly slides in. “yes.” i moan. “couldn’t not give you want you want.” he smirks as he continues to fuck me like animals. “feels so- fuck, good.” i moan.

“oh j.” i gasp. “fucking me so good.” i moan. “you’re a vocal one.” he smirks as he points out. “yes, fuck.” he sighs. there’s a brief moment of silence where yoh can just hear our heavy breathing and the squelching sounds coming from me.

“daddy-” i cry out. he presses his lips against mine as he continues. “ah!” i moan against him. i pull against the handcuffs as the bubble builds up in my stomach.

“i’m close.” i feel more tears slip down my cheeks. “not until i say so.” he warns. “oh my god.” i groan. he gives me a few more thrusts before if shapes into me needing to pee.

“j- daddy. i need to pee.” i say. “oh just you wait. you’re in for a treat.” he coos. i feel more tears slip and he softly rubs the side of my face. “please.” i beg. “i need it.” i add.

“okay. cum.” he sighs. i let go and i feel a gush between my legs. i finish loudly around him, crying, moaning, and yelling his name and other curses. “oh fuck, yes!” i moan.

i fade out and i come back to him beside me, catching his breath. “worth it?” asks. “yes.” i pant. “see i told you, it’s better to wait sometimes.” he smirks. “mhm.” i nod and cuddle up closer to him. i feel my legs hit a wet patch and i look up at him.

“you squirted, like a fountain. it was magical.” he explains. i get embarrassed and a little bit grossed out. “it was sexy.” he softly rubs my shoulder. “i need to do laundry.” i point out.

i try to get even closer to him, taking in the smell of gasoline, gunpowder, and sweat, smells 5 years ago i would never find comforting. “darling, sorry for not seeing you.” he apologizes. “it’s okay. you were busy, i get it.” i softly smile.

“how was the warehouse? everything go okay? everyone in line?” he asks. “mhm. i didn’t run into any problems that i couldn’t fix.” i smile.

“i got you something.” he says. he gets up, putting on his boxers and digging into his coat pockets. he pulls out a medium sized jewelry box. “j.” i smile, sitting up and pulling the blankets up to my chest.

he opens it to see a dainty silver necklace with a small diamond hanging off of it. “it’s gorgeous.” i smile. “bought it this time.” he smiles and i softly laugh. he takes it out of the box and i turn my back to him, lifting up my hair as he sets it around my neck, clasping it behind my neck.

i drop my hair when he pulls away. i lay back down and he joins me. “thank you.” i smile. “mhm.” he nods. “you missed it, i made roast.” i point out. “is there more?” he asks. “i think so. check the fridge.” i nod. he gets up and disappears into the kitchen.

———

[angelkissiies]

Closed hand or open fist

the joker x reader

TW : massive trigger warning for most things in this story. implied non-con. male masturbation. blood kink. extreme violence. trauma kink. stockholm syndrome development. glorified abuse. cutting/stabbing. branding in a sense. im sure there’s more im forgetting but please proceed with caution! minors dni, 18+ please.

part 1/?

word count : 2709

The breath caught in your throat, chest heaving with enough force to send you to the ground if you hadn’t been strapped painfully tight to the freezing metal chair. What was just a normal night shift at the hospital turned into everyone in Gotham's worst nightmare, as you clocked out and headed out to your car- you were chloroformed and stuffed into the trunk of a nearby Cadillac. Which brought you into the moment now, half aware and half filled with terror at the sight of the man in front of you. You knew of him, seeing as his men had hired you for a job and by hired, you meant that they threatened to kill your family if you didn’t follow through with his orders. That being said, you had never actually seen the man. As you took him in, your eyes lingered on the harsh protruding scars around his mouth. No amount of describing would ever be able to properly illuminate the aura of darkness that shrouded the man, from head to toe he exuded terror.

His voice carried through the desolate room, devoid of all signs of human life. You'd have thought this was hell if you didn’t know any better. The smell of standing water and moss filled your nostrils as the door swung closed behind him. Well, well, well.” He licked his lips, giving a rugged smile as he bent down to your height momentarily. “I thought... No, I know... I told you.” tsk, tsk, tsk. In the same fashion a parent would scold a child, his words were filled with something more than disappointment, regret if you didn’t know any better.

“Please, I messed up. I’m sorry.” You whispered, words hanging helplessly in the dim light of the nearby window. From the island, you could hear the noise from the city. Honking, sirens, things you'd probably never hear again. It had been your one job, to get your hands on the interface for WayneTech. The interface would’ve given his men the ability to find the signals The Batman was working off of and take him down, that was if they could even get their hands on it. That's why it was your job, from the outside you were just a nurse- but over the past couple of years, you had begun to secure a gig as a house call nurse for Bruce Wayne himself. That gave you the access, you just had to manage to pull it off. Obviously, you had failed.

The Joker was known for his thin patience, which only made sense now as you finished your sentence his fist made contact with your jaw, sending the chair and yourself teetering backward. He managed to snag it before it fell, jerking you upright at a nauseating speed. “Nuh-uh, nope. Not this time, doll.” He chuckled, cracking his knuckles as he stretched his fingers out. They were covered in bruises and dried blood, his movements opening recent cuts. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes focused on the blood that had begun to pour from your mouth. It was an unnatural red, like the red he painted his lips searching for the dopamine rush that followed fresh blood.

You felt dazed, in all honesty- you’d never been hit before and god, it was much worse than you could’ve imagined. Your head spun, the iron leaving a sickening feeling on your tongue as it fell from your lips to stain your scrubs. “Pl..-” You tried to form words but the ache in your jaw was too painful, sending shooting pain as you opened and closed your mouth. Was he going to kill you? Maybe. He was known for playing with his food and toying with his victims before finding the worst possible way to end their lives. You could only imagine the horror awaiting you as he paced back and forth, his eyes never leaving your mouth.

He bent down close to your face, hand grabbing a chunk of your hair and yanking back to make you look him in the eye. He inched closer and closer until you could feel his breath fan against your face. The proximity made your stomach churn, moving your eyes from his in an attempt to distance yourself. “You…” He muttered, barely audible as his tongue flattened out against your jawline, lapping up a stream of blood that trailed to the corner of your lips. A guttural sound left his lips as he pulled away, now tinted a darker red than normal. “You taste almost too good to kill.” He smirked, using the pad of his thumb to smudge the blood along your obviously broken jaw. It hung bruised and limp, trembling slightly due to your anxiety.

“Do you know what you’ve cost me?” The man prodded, moving to grip your chin roughly. That itself prompted a painful scream to fall from your lips, the striking ache in your jaw magnified by ten times. It was enough to make you begin to cry, the tears had been fought off for so long because of the shock of it all but as the pain sank in, that all changed. There were streams of hot tears running down your face as the man watched in pure delight. Your pain was a drug to him. Every scream, every whimper, every tear. It was orgasmic.

You gave him a feeble nod, spitting blood out of your mouth to avoid choking on it. “I’ll.. fix.. It.” You manage, shuttering as you feel the blood run down your neck. It was a disgusting feeling, even though it was your own blood. It was thick and hot, mixed with saliva to some degree. It just felt violating to be marinating in your own bodily fluids. “I… I swear.” You meant it, if he let you live, you’d do whatever it took to get the interface. Hell, you’d even sleep with Bruce if that's what had to happen.

The Joker licked his lips, smirking lightly as he jostled your face slightly before jerking his hand away. Soaking up the look that crossed your face as you bit back another scream. “Oh yeah? You mean that?” He took a step back from you, eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of you. A disheveled mess, but not nearly as black and blue as he liked his women. What a shame, he could surely fix that with no problem, right? Before you could even suck in a breath, his fist made a home in your eye socket with the force of god himself.

The pressure was enough to make you almost vomit, the chair shaking erratically on two legs as it fought to stay upright. Your vision went in and out, blurring due to what you could only assume were a couple of broken blood vessels in your eye. Ragged gasps left your mouth, your body trembling as the throbbing began. It took only a few seconds for your eye to swell up enough to make it impossible to open or close. Your hands pulled at the restraints, wanting badly to curl up in a ball and comfort yourself.

“Look at me.” He demanded, wiping away some sweat from his brow that in turn wiped away some of his face paint.

Barely able to lift your head, you looked at him. One eye was swollen shut and turning a sicky blue, your jaw hanging limply with a bruise the size of a peach blossoming, you were covered in a thick layer of sweat and blood that stained your work scrubs and tinted your skin. If he’d hit you anymore than he had, you’d probably look like a walking corpse. The thought almost made him giggle, that was, if he wasn’t thinking about the way your blood had tasted on his tongue. His thoughts had strayed from pure torture to his own form of torture porn. His brain was developing sick fantasies of ways he could utilize you. With a broken jaw, he thought of just how wide your mouth could open. Of the pain you’d feel as he throat fucked you as rough as he could, getting off at the sound of your cries as his cock hit the joint that had cracked under his pressure.

The man pushed your shirt up, until it rested on your chest- uncovering your stomach only. The exposure made you shiver slightly, goosebumps rising on your skin as you watched his movements. From his pocket, he pulled something silver that glinted in the light the window provided. “Have you ever wondered how farmers figure out which cattle are theirs when they share communal fields with other farmers?” He asked, the question seeming completely random at such a time.

“No?”

“Well, they use something to mark their cattle. Some farmers like brands, others use tags. Understand? It’s not about making the cattle comfortable, but making them noticeable. You have to know it as soon as you see them or else it's a failure.” The man was so close you could feel the way his hands shook, and telling from his expression it wasn’t out of fear or pain, but out of excitement. Pure adrenaline coated joy was the source of his tremors, which didn’t make sense until you felt something sharp and cold press into your ribcage.

The tip of a knife.

From his pocket, he had drawn a switchblade which he now held to your warm skin- a nagging temptation to just end it now. The ache in his hands begged him to plunge the knife in, to watch the horror on your face as life drained from your body. The idea made his body tense up, blood flooding his cock as it grew in his dusty slacks. The images flashed through his head, fucking into you as you slowly bled to death. Your last living memory of being used by The Joker himself felt like the ultimate sin, it was something he could barely get his mind off of as he pushed the tip of the knife into your skin.

A feral groan left his mouth as blood began to pour from the open wound. It was so fresh, the warm liquid coating his fingers as he tore through the flesh. Every movement made you cry out, adding to his mental store of mastubation material. Your body shook under his touch, cringing away from the pain as he kept going. He was taking his time, going slowly to draw out the raw ecstasy he felt listening to your pathetic whimpering. “You are my cattle now, doll. Understand?” He grunted, chest heaving as he pulled the knife away. On your ribcage sat a capital ‘J’ as a claiming brand, you now belonged to The Joker. One of his many pets, someone he was going to manipulate for the rest of your days on this earth. God help you.

“Y-yes.” You sputtered, taking shallow breaths as the blood loss began to set in. Black spots clouded your vision as you swayed in and out of consciousness. On the floor around you was a large puddle of your blood, more than the amount that was healthy to lose in one sitting- you knew that for sure. Even if you weren’t a nurse, that was still way too much. If you could look in a mirror, you were more than sure that you looked like death itself. A walking reminder of who ran this city.

A sinister smile took to his lips as he nodded gently, “That’s a good girl.” He praised the faux care in his voice causing a knot to form in your stomach. You hated him but you were made to worship him. From the moment you’d begun to work for him, all other things dissolved away. Your life revolved around him now. “Oh boys!~” He sang out, his voice echoing through the empty halls of the old Arkham Asylum.

Was it over?

Two large men in masks came through the door, guns strapped to their hips. They said nothing as they moved across the room, avoiding eye contact with their boss as they unstrapped your arms from the chair. They were the same men from earlier tonight, the two that had haphazardly tossed you into the trunk of a car to bring you to this hellhole. They brought you to your feet, hoisting you up as they drug you out of the room. The ache had begun to settle in your bones, exhaustion coated terror clouding your mind as your slipped from consciousness- left to the mercy of two masked goons.

The Joker watched them take you away, jaw clenching as he saw the way you slumped into their arms. As the door closed, he released a shaky breath. He was alone now, the building had only occupied him and his two men he’d requested to work tonight as his sole goons. Usually, he’d have his entire group here, but he was beyond happy for the solitary confinement of it all. It gave him time to think, it was disgusting- he knew that. That’s why he liked it so much, he was much more of a sicko than most of Gotham knew. He knew one thing for sure, he couldn’t stop fantasizing about the way your blood would coat his cock like a makeshift lubricant. How he could fuck your throat no problem with how much blood had collected in your cheeks, how he didn’t even have to get you wet to take his cock. All he had to do was rub your blood down the shaft and force it in. You’d loosen up eventually for him. You’d grow accustomed to his size and the pain would subside, though he wasn’t sure he wanted it to. He was dying to hear the cries for help that would leave your lips as he bent you over the window seal- pushing you dangerously close to the edge as he took advantage of you. So far from the city that no one could hear you, but so close you could hear the distant sounds of life.

He stepped toward the chair you had been taken from, sitting down in the puddle of your blood that had begun to dry on the metal surface. It seeped into the material of his pants, the now cooled liquid dripping down his thighs as it searched for its home on the floor. His hand trailed down to his crotch, his slacks painfully tight. The man pulled his belt off, discarding it absentmindedly as he made haste to pull his cock free from its restraints. The cool air made him tense up, goosebumps arising on his exposed skin. A deep groan left his mouth as he spread the precum that accumulated on the tip, the sensation sending a jolt through his body. His hand dropped down onto the floor, fingers dipping into the puddle of blood before reconnecting with his stiff cock. The dark red liquid dripped down the shaft, the sight itself enough to make him come unraveled.

His free hand searched his front pocket, pulling out his phone. He turned the camera around on himself, hitting record as he began to pleasure himself. Hand pumping up and down on his cock, elicitng the most erotic noises he’d ever made. The blood was so slick, he could almost imagine how fresh blood would feel. His stomach contracted, head falling back as he recalled those noises he drew out of you earlier. Every whimper you’d let out from his touch, the way your screams sent a thrill throughout his body. He wanted that again, he wanted you back. If he didn’t stop himself, he probably would male his men bring you right back. The idea of locking you up here with him, no escape and no way to say no. A moan slipped through his lips, abs tensing as strings of hot cum shot from his cock. He kept stroking himself, milking every ounce of cum he could. The phone trembled in his hands slightly as he stopped the video, letting himself slump back against the chair. He looked no better than you did, coated in cum and blood as he thought about his next moves.

“Fuck.”

[into-crazy]

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.

[steeldaisies]

So I have a type apparently. Can we talk about the fact they look so much alike!!!

[hhoneyribbons]

Eye contact :: ledgerjoker! X female reader

WARNING :::

SMUT AHEAD!!!!

A/N : I’ve not written in such a long time and i finally found the time to , so i hope you enjoy and this is rather messy and its my first smut so i hope you like eek okay please enjoy luv ya !!!

summary : joker had been so busy witch causing chaos in Gotham city so much that you and him haven't seen each other in almost two months,one night you come home from working only to see Ur porch light on and things take a turn for the best....

word count ::  1,545

it's been two months since you've seen...touched and been with your madman, of course, you were more than worried... but you thought of yourself as crazy to be worried because the man lives for chaos ...but you still missed him and would bundle yourself up in one of his shirts and a blanket that smelt of him... the intense yet calming smell of grease paint and gun powder with a hint of liquor ...

your shift ended 5 minutes ago you pull your white coat on over ur black dress and pack up ur purse walking out to your car getting in and driving off home you turn on the car radio listing to a cd joker made for you, you looked at the dark night sky and feel a lump in ur throat thinking to yourself... " no no y/n don't cry he's okay, and just busy" you shake your head getting rid of the bad thoughts and continue to drive home

 20 minutes later

you get out of the car your cheeks turning pink from the cold November air as the wind blows hard you walk up the many steps to your apartment and your heart beats as you see the porch light on worrying if you left it on... you felt more than paranoid. you grab your keys from your purse to open the door but as soon as you put ur hand on it,

it slowly creaks open...  'what the...' you said to yourself and slowly step into the apartment walking down the hallway you stop in your tracks as you step into the living room...

His eyes watch you stop as if you were frozen in time.  his face bare with vulnerability no war paint to cover his exhaustion his body slouched in your loveseat chair his dirty blonde hair pushed back as he wears only a black dress shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned. your eyes never left his you were too much in shock that you were actually seeing him …

   it's like he was playing a wicked game with your mind ... his slightly tan skin that you only would ever dream to see and touch.  his red lips that would hold a proud mischievous grin now dark pink lips that were scarred.

your breath became uneven as you gently drop your bags next to your feet and slowly walked to him plopping down into his lap and pulling him into a tight hug almost whimpering out as his warmth surrounded your cold body    'j...it's really you, you softly spoke to him as his head came up and stroked the back of your head gently

 he licked his dark pink lips licking over his scars and lets out a deep breath as if he's been holding it

   'mm hi doll...' he said in a deeper voice instead of his normal clowny voice

your heart was racing miles as you held onto him tightly gripping his shirt as tight as you could

he hummed out enjoying your hold " it's been a while J I've missed you...so much " you said moving back to look up at his dark brown almost black eyes you both stayed in silence looking into each other's eyes trying to read each thought and emotion in one another ... the air slowly became heavier making it almost hard to breathe as then ur eyes slowly found jokers lip

   "mmhh~ I've missed you too baby doll.. m' just been so busy " he spoke out to you and bit his lip   as his eyes wandered over you " maybe too busy..mm? " he asked in question

you hummed in response as joker moved his hand to your knee rubbing up it slowly with his warm rough hand on your soft skin your body shivered as his hands moved up your dress rubbing your thigh and ass lovingly but his grip told otherwise his grip was tight making your body tremble in all the right ways, your eyes shut as you spoke breathlessly

  " y-your so wicked Joker..mm " you whimpered out  he slightly dug his nails into ur thigh he grinned

" you as well baby-mm"

  your eyes open as your hands move with a mind of their own your thumb finds his scared cheek rubbing over it his body tenses as he moves back slightly he released out a deep growl eyes flickering shut almost warning you..daring you to continue, " you're so beautiful " your eyes water as your mouth speaks your thoughts. without much thought, you sniffled as tears fell and leaned in kissimg him deeply

he responds back to the kiss faster than lighting, his hand gripping your neck and snarling into your mouth as his tongue pushes through your lips and you both fall into a messy makeout hands pulling clothes off his shirt on the floor as your dress and jacket is thrown somewhere in the living room.

your lips leaving one another as joker moves his kisses down to your neck " J-J ahh~nmm" you panted out as he sucked bruises onto ur neck  your hips slowly grind against his he growled out his hands hitting on your ass as you jump with a squeal    he moved his lips from your neck looking at you

" naughty naughty girl..mm" he looked at you darkly as his hands rubbed up your waist slowly moving to ur bra strap   you sucked in a breathe nervously as the bra was moved from your body you nipples stood hard at the cold air no matter your shyness joker kept eye contact with you grinning as your blushed face

   his hands moved to your breast cupping them up into his warm hands " so pretty doll-mm my pretty babydoll  " joker dirty talked as he started to bounce his knee against your pussy you gasped out holding onto his thigh and whimpering

" p-pleasemm.. please" you pleaded to him with soft doe eyes biting your lip he chuckled darkly at your pleading and licked over you hard nipple sucking on it grazing it with his teeth growling out you huffed in pleasure and you pulled at his dress pants " please.. please d-daddy I need you so bad mm joker" you whined out

 he smirked around your boob pulling off your nipple with a flick of his tongue" mm you sure know how to get a guy going doll~" he huffed out his breathing became uneven as well you lifted up off him to let him pull down his pants with his boxers  your eyes winded at his cock.  

his cock was hard and glistening with pre-cum your cold hand slowly moved to his cock grabbing as he hissed out clenching his jaw as you stroked his cock gently biting your lips joker watch you and pulled your pantie band making it snap against your skin you giggled as his patience was running out and lifted up once aging pulling your panties off.

  you slowly sat back down into the joker's lap, the joker grunt " ohh come to daddy mm~ how I've missed you" his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in rough but slow circles you blushed and grinded against his hand whimpering as he moved it away

only to rub his tip against your entrance slowly pushing his tip in you dug your nails into his arm throwing your head back as he pushes his cock in all the way into ur wet throbbing pussy " o-oh fuck j mm feels so good in ahh ~" you moaned out rolling your hips

 he held a grip of your ass in his hands grunting out and slapping your ass " mm ride my cock baby uhh.. be my good slut" he growled out as you started to bounce on his cock you moaned loudly arching your back and making your chest hit into his face as you rode his cock harder gripping onto his hair slightly and tugging it which led to the joker letting out an animalistic growl his hands gripped ur ass making you go faster on his cock and forcing his cock deeper hitting against your g-spot making you feel close to the edge

 you screamed out trembling as the joker bruised and teased ur nipples while his hips kept thrusting up into you " c-cumming mm I'm gonna cum please fuckk-mm" your head became hazy wanting to feel the pleasure of your climax  

joker groaned out almost being able to hear small whimpers from him " mm ughh cum doll agh fuck cum on my cock baby f-fuck ah y/n mm cum with me"

 your eyes rolled back as Joker's nail clawed down into ur thighs as you scratched marks into his you both cumming on and in each other with moans and groans. you fall limp into jokers lap your hips and his never stopped moving but slowed down

and you laid your head on jokers chest listing to his heart " mmm i would have come home earlier if I knew id get a treat"    

you giggled at jokers words and looked at him " oh only want in for the sex hm? player" he grinned " well it is a plus " you playfully smacked at his chest which landed you a small spank from the joker as you both smiled at each other and kissed together again...

the end...

[slaher-hoe]

This is my master list: what I will write and will not write

Master list:

Any slasher just put a request

Smut🔞

Fluff

Also other characters like Eddie Munson and eventually joker

Not all are small stories I will write for hours if I have to✨✨

Heath ledger’s joker and Arthur fleck

I will not write:

No rape or forced instances

No shit🫤😒

No bullshit

Nothing with abuse describing unless it’s a back story but not to much description.

I am a new writer and I have a Wattpad account: trippymushroom2

Minors dni with my stories pls or I will scream at the pitch of glass

I have a bad language habit so I apologize if I don’t put any warnings along with some stories.

[ilovetoomanymen]

are the links for fics working for everyone else? whenever i click on someone’s master list, or a “continue reading here” link, it doesn’t work and it’s driving me crazy!! 😭💘

[reveriexxgirlly]

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

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader SMUT

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

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

Word Count: 872

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

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

Torturing me for his own entertainment.

"Fuck me."

I sighed.

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

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

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

I begged.

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

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

He slapped me again on the other breast.

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

"FUCK, PAPI!!!"

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

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

"What did you say?"

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

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

"What. Did. You. Say?"

He said through gritted teeth.

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

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

"PAPI!"

I screamed in pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughed in my face before he said.

"Ya have such a way with words doll."

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

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

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

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

His thrusts started slowing down and eventually stopped.

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

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

"Open."

He demanded plainly.

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

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

"Now thank your Papi."

"Thank you, Papi."

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

HEATH LEDGER MASTERLIST

For Heath Ledger, I'll write for: - Joker - Patrick Verona - William Thatcher If you have a request, please try to stick to these, but if you want something else, just message me or ask, I'll see what I can do :p

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JOKER

Bunny Joker x Fem!Reader (Part one) (Part two) Joker x Reader with anxiety  Summary: !!Request!! All Y/n wanted was to deposit money into her bank account, but what happens when the bank she arrives at gets robbed by the Joker? And what happens when she catches his eye?

[angelkissiies]

Open hand or closed fist

(the joker x reader x bruce wayne)

part 3/?

CW/TW : paranoia, fear, mentions of trauma and injury, some fluff and bonding. other things I can’t remember so please read with caution because this series is not for the faint of heart or minors.

word count : 3136

a/n : my deepest and most sincere apologies for how long this took, im so sorry if it’s not what you expected. I hope you enjoy ! Also I did not proof read bc damn this is long.

part two here

Sharp chills ran down your spine as you hesitated at the door of Bruce’s car. The weather had taken a plunge into the negatives as you’d been recuperating in the hospital, yet the chills weren’t from the harsh cold. It came from the realization that your life would be coming to an end, that you were walking directly into the hands of the man who wanted nothing more than the interface. One life to him meant nothing.

“(Y/n)?” Bruce spoke, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. He’d been with you through the entirety of your hospital stay, making sure you weren’t bothered by the GCPD during your recovery. He wished he could say that was his only angle, to be the support you needed- but if he did that would be a lie. He knew there was more to the story, more he needed to uncover to understand what The Joker could want with you. Was it just a random selection? Or was there something else locking you to the clown, something he couldn’t see. Despite everything, he was the perfect company. Card games and movies every night, lunch and dinner provided by some caterer that was much too expensive, and enough understanding of women to know when you needed some time alone.

His voice washed the intrusive thoughts away, like a bucket of cold water had been poured over your brain. “Yeah, sorry.” You apologized, ducking into the car. It was a nice contrast, seeing as you had begun to go mad at the endless off white of the hospital walls. His car was black, the interior a sleek gray- and it was made by some manufacturer you’d never even heard of. Typical though, he was, after all, a billionaire- it would make sense for him to have something expensive.

Bruce nodded gently, closing the car door with a soft click before coming around to the driver's side. The time with you had been fun, but not at all what he’d hoped. No new information could be expelled from you, nothing he didn’t already know so to speak. His only hope was the time you’d spend at the manor, somehow he needed to get you to confide in him. It made him feel guilty, he cared for you more than he’d be willing to admit and what he had planned felt like a massive betrayal. Some things required a filthy conscience. He slipped into the car, quickly closing the door to fight off the cold breeze. “All ready to go?” He asked, sending over a smile.

It took everything in you not to jump out of the car. “Yeah, we should hurry. We might be able to get there before the snow does.” Your body was ridgid, despite the warm air circulating through the car. You thought of the sleepless nights, jumping at every bump in the night. The persistent feeling of impending doom that had yet to subside in the weeks you’d been away, been safe. Something within you knew that you’d never really be safe, even within the fortress that was Wayne manor.. “I heard from the doctor before we left, they think it might turn into a blizzard.”

The car lurched forward, sending the two of you onto the main road. It was slick with patches of black ice, though that stopped nobody from speeding. The city was more alive than usual, the sound of sirens carrying through the streets as more and more people were bested by the elements. “Good thing Alfred stocked the pantries this weekend, or else, I fear we’d be reduced to cannibalism.” He joked, nudging you gently with his free hand. It was his best attempt, you had to give him some credit.

A light laugh fell from your lips as you threw him a smile, “I don’t suppose Alfred and I stand a chance against you.” It was true, the man was much taller, much faster, and much stronger than the butler and yourself.

“Oh definitely not.” The man boasted, taking a sharp turn onto the desolate road that led away from Gotham and towards the Arkham bridge that would take you directly to the main island. The road was barely ever used now, so much so that the Mayor considered closing off the road completely to avoid vandalism to the old asylum. It was pretty much immediately shot down, considering the other islands surrounding Arkham island would be almost completely inaccessible by car. Bruce was one of the voices opposing the shut down, more or less for the fact one of his family's homes sat on the land. “I don’t think I’d eat you though, you know too much about anatomy- you’d be too useful. I don’t think i’d be able to figure out which parts you can eat and-” He paused, letting out a slight laugh. “And I think I might be thinking about this too much. I promise I'm not a cannibal.”

You looked at him incredulously, letting out a deep belly laugh that sent a shooting pain into your ribs. “Bruce, I don’t think you could hurt a fly. Let alone eat someone.” It genuinely was one of the funniest things you’d ever heard, the man was probably the last person you could see yourself being scared of. The only hindrance in your joy was the aching that followed. Your ribs had taken to a steady throbbing pain, worsening with every deep breath- somehow, no matter what you did or even didn’t do, the constant reminder of the joker nipped the joy you felt.

Bruce had a content look on his face, biting back the urge to make a comment that might out him as the city's vigilante. It felt different after all this time, even though you were still the same person you were before the assault, he could feel something pulling you away from him. A nagging savior complex wanted to fly you away, somewhere far from this shithole of a city, though internally he knew The Joker had no limits to his insanity. He’d scoure the earth until he found his prize heffer. “So, have you been to Arkham Island before?” He asked, filling the silence that had settled thick between the two of you.

The trees passed by in a blur of white and green, the land around the cursed asylum finally beginning to heal. “Once, a long time ago. Wasn’t pleasant.” You responded, hugging your coat tighter as the frosty pane of the window came into contact with your hand. Even after all of this time, even after setting on the fact that Bruce could never know, you still had to resist the urge to confide in him. He’d stuck by you the past few weeks, sparing no expense to get you the best care, the best entertainment, the best company. He’d become a better friend than you’d imagined was possible, yet there was no way you could trust him enough to endanger his life.

Was anything really ever worth a life? Was your life worth this much effort? Why couldn’t you just end all of this? Whatever that might entail. Whether it be seeking The Joker out to live your life as he saw fit or taking matters into your own hands. Both were equally horrible outcomes, though they both seemed to be endgame. Which was the both of two evils, and would you ever be sure?

From the road you could make out the silhouette of a looming fence, the dark silver poking out of the snow like a sore thumb. It looked old, dated in style- which solidified your fears. This house wouldn’t be as protected as Wayne Manor would've been, sub par security from back before the Wayne’s were murdered and a lock and key gate made for a bad situation. Your eyes focused in on the tire tracks that laid ahead, the snow packed down where Alfred had arrived a day earlier. You had to admit, the idea of seeing the old man again lightened your heart. He had become a close friend during your stays at the manor, offering you tea whilst you worked on repairing the millionaire or steaming your coat without asking to make sure it would be warm for you before you left. His kindness was unmatched for the most part.

As Bruce parked outside the gate, he dug through his pockets- pulling out a key the size of an iphone before pushing his door open. “Just one second, the locks on the place haven’t been changed in awhile, so key it is.” He smiled, stepping out into the nippy winter air, the car door closing behind him. The man felt uneasy, though he played it off to his best ability, the creeping feeling of uncomfort being chalked down to your curious eyes that peered at him through the windshield. His hand shook slightly as he pushed the large metal key into the lock, turning it with a great deal of force before it gave way the the locking mechanisms yielded. The smell of copper filled his nostrils, making him cringe before pushing the gate inwards, as he mentally noted the fact that this place needed an upgrade. Truth was, he hadn;t been back here in years. The old place had been left to the elements, and with the sight of the manor, he definitely could tell the wear and tear was taking over the exterior.

The manor looked much larger than most would’ve imagined, built of stone and dark oak- it resembled that of a hunting lodge in the mountains. The rough stone had been left to the forest as moss began to creep up the sides of the building, creating a beautiful entanglement as if the history of the island had not tainted it yet. As you squinted towards the house to see more, a figure in the window caught your attention. The small lengthy frame belonged to Alfred, who stood waving the two of you in from the warmth of the manor. The sight brought a small giggle to you, imagining how long he had been there trying to catch the attention of the billionaire.

Bruce returned to the car only seconds later, causing a huff of freezing hair to rush in- violating the pleasant warmth that had settled on your skin. His hands were shaking slightly and his fingers had gained a bright pink hue from the harsh cold of the gate. “So, what do you think?” He asked, shifting the car into drive as he began creeping down the driveway.

You gave a small nod, letting your eyes explore the property. It was different, to say the least. After being stuffed inside of a dreary hospital room for so long, this was like being in a completely different country. The snow was pristine white, untouched. Unlike the melting, blackened snow you’d seen on your way out of Gotham. The air held silence, thick and looming in the absence of life. From the moment you;d crossed from the bridge onto the island, you’d heard nothing but the soft hum of the engine and Bruce’s voice. It was almost as if Arkham had become completely different in the weeks since your ‘visit.’ It was scary anymore, you could see every abandoned driveway and empty house. Hell, even the snow reflected that nobody else had been out this way, no tire tracks or footsteps as far as the eye could see. “It feels serene out here, It’s really lovely.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he came to a stop at the front entrance, “I’m glad you like it,” He said, turning the car off with a slight twist of the ignition. “It’s you and me, roomie, till further notice.”

As if on cue, Alfred scurried out of the manor bundled in one of the largest coats you’ ever seen. Anything you might’ve thought had completely vanished at the sight, the poor man could barely bend his arms in the thing making it a rather funny sight as he attempted to open the car door. You let out a small chuckle before opening it yourself, allowing the man the chance to step out of the way.

He graciously took it as he held the door open, “Welcome! I’m glad you two made it safely.” He spoke, offering his hand as you stepped out onto the half frozen ground. The snow crunched under your feet, prompting a small smile from the man before you. “Isn’t it lovely? I’ve been trying to get Master Bruce here to visit for ages.” Alfred let his eyes move to Bruce, squinting as he poked fun at him.

Bruce groaned in annoyance, the hint of a smile evident on his rosy cheeks, “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for that, Al.” He moved around the car, ushering the two of you up the stairs like a cattle dog before the conversation went on any longer. He knew how carried away his butler could get, which would lead to the pair of you getting hypothermia. As the two of you disappeared into the home, he lingered at the front door for a moment, he could feel something. Though there was no reason to, he found himself looking over his shoulder, peering back to watch for a threat. Something didn’t feel right, though maybe it could all be summed up to the feelings that arose in connection with his family's manor, but he couldn’t be sure. After all, the whole reason any of you were here was to ensure your safety. The Joker could be around any corner, watching through thousands of hidden eyes, awaiting the perfect moment to strike- so if there was one thing he knew without a doubt, it’s that he couldn’t get comfortable here.

Upon entering the home, you were hit with the strong scent of apples. It wafted through the hallways from the kitchen, the smell alone was enough to make your stomach grumble.”Alfred, It smells incredible in here, what are you making?” You wondered, taking in the decor of the house. It was definitely fancy, but it looked as if someone had a strong affinity for artwork as more than half of the walls were filled with beautifully painted pieces accompanied with framed family photos.

Alfred chuckled, turning briefly to make eye contact with you. “Apple strudels, they’re one of Bruce’s favorite sweets.” With that, he turned back and led you through a confusing labyrinth of a corridor. After a couple minutes of following the leader, he stopped before the bottom of a staircase which led to the left wing suites on the second floor. “I would accompany you up to your room, but I don't want to risk burning our snack. Your room is the third door down the right hall.”

You could tell he felt guilty, so you gave him a smile, nodding complacently. “Thank you, Alfred. Are my things up there by chance, I was wanting to maybe grab a shower.” During your hospital stay, the doctor was very adamant about keeping your stitching dry- so you’d only been able to shower three times, which left you feeling incredibly gross. The idea of being clean again was enough to make your entire night.

“Of course, The bathroom is also stocked with some things you might need.” He confirmed as he began back towards a door adjacent to the one the two of you had come through. He seemed to know this place better than Bruce did, which didn’t seem as much of a surprise- as he’d been with the family for more years than you could count.

The silence began to set in as you began up the stairs. It was reminiscent of your trek up to your apartment in Gotham. You’d spent months making the most out of the six floor hike up to your place, as the elevator had just completely given out randomly, so this was a piece of cake. Before you knew it, the landing was a few feet away littered with boxes filled with what looked like more framed photos. It was peculiar because the boxes looked old and worn, as if the Waynes had begun to pack up the house long before their deaths had transpired. ‘Not your business.’ You had to remind yourself. The topic had always (and would always) be a tender spot with the duo downstairs. You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, taking the right turn down the hallway you’d be staying in. It wasn’t hard to pick out the door that now belonged to you, as it was the only one not covered in a thick layer of dust.

Upon first glance inside, you took note of the two bags that sat in the middle of the king sized bed. Undoubtedly, they were filled with fresh clothes and the other miscellaneous things you’d asked to be picked up from your apartment. As you gazed around you noted that the room was warmed by a fireplace, which sat burning behind a grill to keep the debris from entering the room. It all was incredibly beautiful, as the room took a rich red hue. Linens and decor alike were painted in shades of red and black, giving the room a gothic feel. You moved inwards, allowing the door to close behind you with a thud.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, moving to grab one of the bags. As you pulled it to yourself, a small box fell to the floor by your feet- seemingly after being wedged somewhere between your belongings. “Now, what is this?” You asked aloud, to no-one in particular, as you used your foot to bring the thing closer. Once within reach, you took it from its resting place on the floor. It was a small red box that had been tied shut with a white ribbon. It held no markings or branding, which is why you spared no time pulling the ribbon loose and gently removing the lid.

You felt yourself choke, letting the box fall to your feet once more. There was no way, this place was safe. It was Bruce Wayne’s house for Christ's sake. It hadn’t been empty since Alfred arrived yesterday, which meant that whoever snuck this in- was here when Alfred was, how else would they be able to get the box into your things? Your heart was hammering in your chest, eyes jumping down to land on the contents of your supposed ‘gift.’

A small silver chain with a dainty ‘J’ charm attached lay almost hidden in the carpet, the red hue enveloping it like a pool of blood. Inside the lid, which remained on the bed, was a note. With shaking hands, you unfolded it.

God, how you wished you’d never read it.

[pxgeturner]

send in thots thoughts of the harem

the harem:

tommi riddle

jack napier (ledger!joker)

kylo ren (any adcu character rlly)

aemond targaryen

miguel o’hara