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ahsxual · 4 years

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Sassy Girl

Pairing: L!Joker x Fem!Reader

Summary: J finally took you to a meeting with his men. After seeing you agitated, he decides to confront you about it once you leave.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sir kink, spanking, dom/sub, vaginal sex, nipple play, degradation, rough kissing, slightly exhibitionism, dirty talk, breath play (nothing too serious), sassy reader, swearing

Word Count: 3,3k

A/N: soo me and @harlequinjoke were role-playing about L!Joker and Harley Quinn, and I really liked the idea, so I decided to write something about it <3 It's my first time writing about J (internally shaking). I got inspired by the incredible, unique and talented @jokerslilhyena, so I hope I get more comfortable with time writing him, because I REALLY love that chaotic bastard 💜💚

Gif Credits: @antonija89

You and J had an uncommon relationship: you weren't considered his girlfriend and vice-versa, however you were together. It was a totally different experience dating someone so chaotic as him, someone so dangerous and unpredictable. In the beggining, you actually were scared that he would hurt you, however he has proved the opposite: whenever you argued, he would break the first thing he found, scream or even leave for a long time... but he never would lay a hand on you and would always come back, eventually. However, he never apologized, not directly. He was extremely aggressive and reckless towards others, but with you... he wasn’t any of that. Of course he was very proud, would still throw tantrums here and there and sometimes he seemed indifferent, especially when the subject was about affection. Nevertheless, he loves you in a way that, even if it’s strange and unreal to others, he still shows you that he cares for you, that he doesn’t want to make you feel bad and he does anything to protect you from the rude and injustice world you live in. For you, it’s his "special" way to love and honestly, you are fine with it, since he always comes back to you and keeps you alive and safe.

Sometimes you wondered how did you get where you were, having a "relationship" with the one and only prince of crime, the one that everyone fears with all their being. But you, you were unordinary and different from others... and that's what caught his attention. You knew you wouldn't be judge by him, wether it was physically or mentally.

You always had a thing for villains, J being the most dangerous and strategically intelligent of them all: you saw J as someone who doesn't care about other's opinions, someone courageous enough to prove and make the world wrong, someone who isn't afraid to express himself and be the way he was meant to be... the way life made him. You deeply admire all those features about him: his confidence, his intelligence, his insight...

Today was an unexpected day: you wanted to see how J worked, how he organized and "planned" his ideas, how the "bad guy" life was. J, of course, didn't let you go... at first. He said that it didn't make sense for you to join him and he didn't want to get distracted by you, but you knew that was not the whole truth. J didn't want to show his only weakness to others, especially to dangerous people. As intelligent and practical he could be, he was just one man, so he avoided dealing with even more problems, mainly because you were the one who would be in danger. Nevertheless, you insisted, telling him that he didn't need to present you as someone he was having a case with, just a girl who wants to be apart of his "plan".

J knew you would bother him about that until he accept it, so today he finally gave you the answer you were dying for to hear.

"Oh... really? You won't argue with me about this anymore?" you were surprised for him letting you go.

"What do ya want me to do, huh? You were pressuring me all the time about it, so this is the only way to ah... end this." he was obviously annoyed, but he wanted to do that favor to you too. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought, and it would be one time only, so it was not a big deal.

"Thanks, J! I knew you wouldn't be such a daddy, it means a lot to me!" he smirked before you hugged him by the neck, something he was not expecting. He just tapped your back with his gloved hand in response, a gesture meaning you were welcome.

"Come on bunny, I can't be late. The boss have always to show up before his ah... employees." he joked, earning a laugh from you. You quickly put some comfortable shorts and a top that slightly showed your cleavage.

"I'm ready, time to go!" you said excitedly. J noticed that your outfit wasn't the most appropriate, but he didn't have time to tell you to change into something that wouldn't show too much skin. He thinks that you should cover the first piece of your neck's skin, to the tip of your toe. J was a possessive man to that extent... and you were a teasing to that extent too.

When you entered J's stolen car, you noticed how the back seats were spacious... immediately your dirty thoughts signaled their arrival, which made you unconsciously bit your lip slowly. Your clown didn't miss it, being as observant as he was, and instantly thought this wasn't a good idea... at all.

"Ya better stop doing that with your ah... lip, doll. Ya better behave or I will make ya be sorry later." he said in a serious tone. The sexual tension between you two was always evident, something that both of you loved and needed: J could have his way with you, respecting your limits obviously, and you would just enjoy the sex as much as he did, since no other man could dominate and have his way with you the way he did... you were his little masochist, his strong woman that simultaneously was so easy to break. He was obcessed with you: you were his drug, his only weakness, his vicious, his significant other... you just completed him, even though he never told you that, he definitely proved it to you everyday.

You usually have an answer for everything he says, but now you remained quite to not make things worse for both of you. You had to keep that fire inside your core hidden from his men or there would be consequences... after all, he is a man of his word.

You finally arrived to the place where the meeting would occur: it was an abandoned building as expected; around it, was nothing more than grit and some old and rotten cars; the sky was almost black, the stars and moon being the only ones lightning the establishment; there were two men located at the front door of the same big building, and surely there were others in the rear entrance. You couldn’t deny you were feeling nervous. As much as sometimes you wished, you couldn't be completely fearless like J.

"Don't worry doll, ya don't need to be afraid. If something goes wrong, we ah... always have a backup." he confidently said, showing you the inside of his coat covered in bombs and grenades. You laughed once again.

"Sure you do, J. You wouldn't be you if you didn't have it." you said while winking at him. He smirked before getting out of the car.

You knew from now on, until the meeting is over, he would act differently: he couldn't have the reputation of being a murderous clown with a soft spot for his little bunny. No one would take him seriously once that was revealed, and you understood it perfectly.

Once you arrived at the front door, where the two men were, they looked strangely at you and then at J.

"Will ya stay there looking at me like the ah... dick heads you are, or ya will let me pass already, huh?" J was expecting this reaction from them, yet his acknowledge didn't prevent him from being annoyed: he wasn't in the mood to give explanations to anyone, mainly to his temporarily needed men. The two men looked at each other, before nodding towards their boss and letting you both pass the tall, rigid door.

The moment you entered the room, you saw all of his men in their seats, already prepared for their meeting with their boss... and his company.

"Who's that?" a man asked boldly.

"She's our ah... tonight's special guest. She will help us with our mission by dealing with the ah... cops." he lied, successfully convencing them. He knew they wouldn't be suspicious about it, since that was his task. You sitted right next to him, noticing the side glances from some men.

While time passed and J talked about his "plan", you deeply admired how attractive he looked: he was so confident, fearless, so right about what he was saying and doing... it made you think how is it possible for a single man to be so strategic and dominant with others... and when J was with you, it was impossible not getting completely horny, feeling hot as hell and being completely at his mercy, gladly. He obviously noticed your long glances in his direction and felt how your legs would rub shamelessly against each other under the table, where only he could catch your signals, since you were almost glued to each other.

"Any questions about what I just said?" he asked after explaining everything that should be done. His men just nodded in return. "Good. Tomorrow morning, 9:30 am. I will be ah... extremely upset if any of you arrive late. And trust me, gentlemen, you wouldn't like to see me mad." he then got up, grabbing your arm and pulling you in front of him while you were walking, which surprised you. Once you approached the car, he opened the back door and pushed you roughly into the back seat, making you lay down with him above you after removing his long purple coat covered in grenades into the passenger seat.

"Now, now... would ya explain me what you were ah... doing back there, huh? Ya seemed very... restless during the reunion, don't ya think... bunny?" he whispered one of your favorite nicknames given by him into your ear, being so close that you could see every little and precise detail on his face: you could feel his hot breath against your skin and see his pupils dilating more and more by every passed second. J decided to confront you about it, wanting you to admit everything you did back there right in front of his face... and you would be the best liar if you said he didn't give you chills all over your body, especially making your core dripping from excitement and eagerness.

"I-I wasn't doing anything, I was just listening to y-"

"Ata-tada, ya don't wanna go that way, doll. You ah... know very well that I don't like when people lie on my face, especially you... not-one-bit." he madly said, pressing firmly the last words with his skilled tongue. Oh, how you loved seeing your psychotic clown having his way with you...

"What do you want me to say J, huh?? That yes, I was feeling horny like a goddamm whore just from seeing you leading those assholes, that I couldn't stop looking and admiring you?? That I couldn't even countain myself from touching myself like a fucking needy virgin?!" you couldn't take it anymore, so you spelled it out so he could make a move as soon as possible... because you knew very well: if you aren't honest with him and don't tell him what you desire, he will tease until you cry and beg desperately for him to touch you... and when that happens, J won't do anything until you admit it. That's how provocative and bastardous he was... but you loved it. J seemed pleased with your answer, since he grabbed you hardly by your hair and pushed you for a clumsily and rough kiss. You wanted to test his limits a little further, so when you felt his tongue against your lower lip, you didn't give him the permission to explore your mouth like he wished. By this, he bit your lower lip hard enough to draw some blood, showing how you couldn't be in control. If you even tried, you would suffer the consequences. You groaned while you tasted your own blood, seeing his face lighten once he saw and tasted the blood himself. His eyes were totally dark now, just like his soul and heart: you knew how much he loved pain and blood, something that was fully attached to his being.

"Ya really know how to make me crazy, Y/n. And ya know as well that has ah... price to pay, dontcha?" you simply nodded, wanting to feel the little pleasure he was giving to you. Suddenly you felt your neck being forcely grabbed by a gloved hand. "I want a strict answer." he said with a deep and low tone, making goosebumps all over your skin.

"Y-yes..." you moaned quietly.

"I couldn't hear ya. Yes what?" he asked even more serious now, pressing harder into your neck, but not enough to cut your air completely. The car door was still open, so if you spoke or moaned too loud, his men would hear you.

"Y-yes Sir!!" you shamelessly spoke loudly. J didn't closed the door for some reason, so why would you care?

"Hmm that's what I like to hear, my good little obedient girl..." he then rubbed his hips hardly into yours, moving his lips towards your neck while sucking and biting until it was red and purple. "You look amazing with those painted on ya, doll. The purple ah... suits you perfectly." he praised you, slowly moving to your already harden nipples. J grabbed your top and ripped it off, but you couldn't care less about it. Luckily, it wasn't your favorite. You didn't own a bra, grabbing his attention immediately. "Hmm someone hasn't been behaving like they should. Ya know what happens to ah... naughty and miss-behaving girls, dontcha doll? Huh?" he dangerously spoke, while pinching your nipples hard enough to give you immense pleasure and the right amount of pain.

"N-no sir, I don't..." you eagerly answered, afraid and excited at the same time about what it would happen next. He smirked at you, his yellow teeth now red from your blood, a view that would give nightmares to anyone, but it only made you wetter. J slowly approached you, whispering dangerously into your hear.

"They get punished." the only thing you knew was being brutally turned over, making your ass being exposed after he ripped your shorts as well.

"No, p-please sir!! I promise I will be a good girl..." you cried, which didn't affect him at all.

"Too late for apologies now, sweet cheeks." suddenly you felt a hard spank into your right ass cheek. "Count until five to me, doll. If ya don't, I will start over... you already know the rules." you knew you had to endure your punishment or it would be much worse. Obviously he was doing this because he knew you liked it as much as he did: if not, you would never be in the position you were right now. You didn't have a choice but to count every spank he gave you, involuntary missing on the fourth, which meant he would have to do everything over again.

"Five!!" you screamed, your ass now painted in red and some shades of purple. You felt the burning sensation so intensely, you could swear your butt was actually on fire. Yet you wouldn't complain, since you loved the feeling of burnt skin after his spankings. "P-please sir, just fuck me, I'm begging you!! I-I will do anything to please you, anything!!" you cried harder, both of you knowing those tears were nothing but a reaction of the pleasure you were feeling and wanted to feel. J thought for a moment if he should make you beg for him a little more, or have mercy. After all, he was just eager was you were, yet he loves to play with you first more than anything.

He suddenly pressed his cock against your dripping entrance, without give you time to adjust to him. It wasn't too much hard to take him, since you were so wet, he could slide inside you extremely easily. But that didn't prevent you from feeling the pain right after, when he grabbed your hips harder than ever and fucked you faster than the light itself. His nails were breaking your skin with each deep thrust he did, more blood flooding down your thighs. J thought in taking his knife to cut you, but he preferred to do it when the two of you were in your house by yourselves, where he had the whole time he needed to really play with you.

"F-fuck!! Please J, don't stop!!" he loved how easily it was to make you cum. You once told him in your first times it would take time for you to cum, because you were shy and insecure at the beginning. But ohh, how that changed... for better, surely. And you know he was the responsible for making you feel comfortable about it: J is the only man who gives you pure pleasure, without making you feel ashamed. After all, he is not a monster like everyone, incluinding batman, thinks. He's just... a man ahead of the curve.

He grabbed your hair forcely with his left gloved hand, while his right one came directly to rub your clit hard.

"Cum for me, you fucking slut. Show me how such a needy whore you are, let me feel ya squeeze my cock hard while I fuck ya until you can't fucking walk tomorrow." he groaned into your hear, his tone much lower than before. That was enough to make you cum right there, even if he wouldn't touch you at all.

"Ohh f-fuck, I'm gonna cum J!!" you moaned loudly before cumming hard on his thick, merciless cock. You felt his dick twisting inside you, while his pace became sloppy, faster and harder, a sign that he was about to cum.

"I'm going to fill that fucking tight pussy and you will keep my cum inside of ya, do ya hear me?!" he loudly demanded, wanting to hear your response before he cums.

"Y-yes sir!! I-I will keep every last drop of you inside me, please just cum inside me, please... I'm begging you!" and that was it. J came deeply inside you while groaning like a wild animal.

The two of you laid there to get some air, him being on top of you, supporting some of his height with his elbows to not crush you. You gently massaged his back in a comforting way, your code to let him know you enjoyed your moment and were okay, that he didn't hurt you badly.

"Wow, that was... amazing. I should come to your meetings more often." he laughed at this, finally looking into your eyes.

"Ya really aren't innocent as ya seem to be doll, and I really like to see that ah... sassy side of yours. We should discuss that after our... second round when we get back home, huh? I mean, if ya can be able to speak after that." you playfully punched him on his arm while laughing, already feeling excited again.

"We will see about that, then. Let's just get home now, can't wait for that promised second round." you winked at him, earning a big smirk from clown.

"I'm sure they know now that ya aren't just some ah... chick apart of the mission."

"Well, at least they know now that they don't have a chance with me, even if they tried." after hearing that, he kissed you passionately in his own way, grabbing your ass in the process, before moving to the front seat so he could drive home to where both of you will continue your so promised round two.

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shiedagabe · 3 years

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An Old Friend

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Pairing: L!Joker x Harley Quinn

Word Count: 1000

Requested By: @virtual-psychos

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting this fic! I’ve seen way too many Joker movies, so I might’ve messed up his personality a teeny tiny bit. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

The night is very, very silent. Nothing could be heard, not even the flowing of the wind. All of the best criminal minds have either gone missing, been arrested or have been killed. Gotham has never been this quiet in years, if not decades. Both Harley and Joker were sitting on the couch. With no one to distract them from their dastardly deeds what more could they do?

J was sitting pensively, thinking of any plan or people that would shake up the city and start a new wave of crime that would return the old chaotic feeling back, the true state of Gotham. He had a list of papers he had “borrowed” from a police station many years ago. It had a list of every evildoer in the city and where they were. This wasn’t a small piece of handiwork either. It was piles on top of piles of paperwork, and, like mentioned beforehand, these “gentlemen” couldn’t be contacted in any way, shape or form. He sighed loudly while looking at the ceiling and slowly started moving his hazel-nut eyes into Harley’s general direction. She was bored out of her mind – an extroverted maniac not being able to release her pent up insanity is psychologically degrading. If he had to be honest, he didn’t know how he had handled her for so long. She is uncontrollable and unpredictable and, although he liked that, he was starting to see her true face after being stuck inside for so long. They could always go into hiding but she refused to, she didn’t want to give up her life of crime, she didn’t want to be normal again, or “boring”, as she’d say. He’d rather not think about that now, it’ll only make him even more anxious, knowing that the world wasn’t in the palm of his hands and all because of her, no less.

Harley was wildly swinging her comically large mallet from side to side. It had dried blood on both ends and it thirsted for more. Unfortunately, however, she couldn’t satisfy its quench. Her hair had regained milky blond color and her face was the same silky white as the day she was born. J’s accessories had also degraded over time, his suit was growing a duller shade of purple and his hair was growing brown again.

- Jaaaaaaaaaay, I’m boooooooored, let’s do something fun!

- I know, Q, I know. It’s just been very uh… hard this past couple of months, you see? – He said exhaled profusely and dropped his paper on his desk. – We can’t really do anything, if you uh… think about it. All of our former allies are gone and the bat’s been missing for a really long while now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had uh… died of old age at this point.

- Oh, oh, I know! Let’s give those pesky billionaires a real handful, at least then we’d have more money to buy more things! Maybe even some associates? – She excitedly said, with a glimmer in her eye. That glimmer had been missing for a long time. Perhaps if he could maybe keep that tiny glint of hope in her she would come up with an actual plan in the meanwhile.

- No, no, that’d be too easy. C’mon, Q, I know you’re better than that. – If he had to be honest he didn’t have much hope left, either. But you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.

- Uhhh, how abooooout we go up north? I heard there were some odd looking fellows up in Philly!

- Wait, really? – He said while his eyes grew wider, he was genuinely surprised. He had been searching through papers for days and he only heard about it now. He wondered what else she could be hiding from him, so he tried to push her a little further.

- Oh, I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten. – She giggled for a bit – They say that man with a weird looking beard is prophesizing that Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person, but we know the truth, don’t we?

- Wait, do you mean Hugo Strange? That guy’s uh… older than I am.

- Yeah! That one! – She said, enthusiastically, while kicking her feet on the couch like an overexcited child – He wanted to come over and visit us, it was supposed to be a suprise! – She started twirling her hair and rolling her big eyes – Maybe he could help us? I don’t know…

- He will, don’t worry. He’s, uh… a little old friend of mine.

- He hasn’t said anything for a long time, though… Maybe we should pay him a visit!

- Yeah, I’d love that. – He briefly paused while looking at his papers. Out of all the criminals, why did he escape in particular? He’d guess the reason for his survival was his normal appearance and job, even though he lost his mind trying to fulfill his vendetta.

- C’mon J! We don’t have all day, get ready to rock!

She was finally happy again, after being at a standstill for so long. Her mallet gained new life as well. It was swinging recklessly, anticipating action weeks in advance. Being stuck at home does change people, unfortunately, for better or for worse. She went into the bathroom so she could ready herself up for tomorrow. After all, the makeup wasn’t going to put itself on. J also had to get some preparations ready. Before leaving, he had to gather up some goons who’d accept and follow his almost messianic reawakening. Hugo Strange was not a force to be reckoned with, even though their unpredictability was an advantage. So, knowing this, J thought he needed strength in numbers and, considering the state which things were in, these low-level scums would suffice.

As soon as the sun poked its head out of the horizon they both decided to tread silently through Gotham. They didn’t know if Batman was alive and they didn’t want to find that out, either. So, as tranquil as the night, they left the city as fast as they could just so they could pay an old friend a visit. This was, undoubtedly, going to be an interesting reunion.

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ahsxual · 4 years

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Mask Off

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x Reader

Request: "Hi 💚 Could you do headcannons for J with a S/O who doesn't show negative emotions to others and instead isolates themselves when they experience those kinds of feelings?"

Genre: Angst, sad reader, comforting J

Word Count: 727

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this @mermaidpowers1 !! It was really interesting to write this: as I already said, I can relate to the reader on this one. So I hope you enjoy it!! If you want me to change anything, please let me know <33

(I don't own this gif!!!)

Your relationship with J was always very open: you told him everything, from the first word you said when you were little to the last person you spoke to.

You didn't hide anything from him, because you knew he wouldn't judge you and he would accept you for who you are. There was another upside to this secrecy: his secrets (which some of them you shared) were locked up tight like a decrepit treasure chest, and only he had the key to open it.

However, there was something that you weren't quite comfortable with expressing: your feelings.

You and J, in this case, are the opposite: while he manifests his dark sarcasm and anger, avoiding to show his most soft and vulnerable side, you prefered to show only the best/happiest emotions, hiding your painful ones inside you.

But J wasn't stupid: he perfectly knew that no one could be happy all the time, as much as they have the perfect life (which is something that doesn't exist, in his opinion).

You really tried to make yourself look happy and optimistic for others, especially to him, but sometimes it's not possible, since you're human.

You prefer to isolate yourself from the world, not allowing anyone to see you taking your vulnerable smily mask off.

But with J, that was impossible: he deeply hates when you feel bad or when something is messing with your head and you don't allow yourself to open your heart for him, like he doesn't have that permission just like everyone else. Besides that, he has the gift to read you like a book, so that personality trait of yours didn't work with him.

Everytime you would feel sad or hurt, he would notice from your quietness and facial expressions, something you couldn't avoid since he would, without exception, notice it once you force it.

He would usually give you space and time, since he preserves his comfort zone as much as yours.

But when the topic at hand was a serious one, he wouldn't let you escape like you wish, and hide your true feelings. Not ever.

He would confront you and practically obligate you to tell him everything that was bothering you.

Sometimes you would finally allow yourself to vent to him, even when you were still very hesitant at first in letting your emotions come out.

But other times... the times when your patience was null, you would raise your voice at him, asking why should you share your pain with him when all you knew about him was only his name and little more? It wasn't fair... you didn't want to seem weak, just like he does.

When that happens, he has to tell himself not to scream back at you, saying that if you don't want to tell him, then it was your problem and he had never cared about it.

But deep inside he knew if he answered that, he would be immature and selfish: he would only say that because of his pride, perfectly having the conscience of his genuine feelings for you.

So in that case, he would tell you he was just trying to help and that you didn't deserved his concern, which would make you feel guilty for screaming at him.

Once you started relaxing and his persistence with his intense staring would continue, you would talk about your problems, sharing your pain and hurt with him.

On these moments, he just pats your head or back afterwards, promising you that he would take care of it, or saying that like everything in life, our pain and problems are only temporary.

However, when you're feeling extremely bad, he would let his vulnerable side appear (but not for too long), embracing your fragile body in his arms while sushing you.

In general, he always makes sure you're fine: either he would comfort you in his own way, distracting you with some jokes and stories of his successful crimes... or when it was necessary (this being his favorite way to help you, and the most frequent as well) killing whoever bothered you or made you feel bad.

And that's just how your "sweet" psycho clown is, showing some kind of affection and comfort only for you and no one else, without exception... after all, he just wants to see a real smile on your pretty face!

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ahsxual · 4 years

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My Little Chaos

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x Reader

Request: "Hi🥺🥺🥺 can you do ledger!joker headcanons of a s/o who’s very very clumsy (kinda tripping over their own feet, walking into things, just someone who’s a general CLUTZ)"

Warnings: annoyed J (nothing serious)

Word Count: 702

A/N: Thank you once again for requesting this, anon! I hope you will see this, and I'm so so sorry for taking so long to post it, my motivation vanished and I didn't want to write just because I had to do it, I want to give you the best I can do. I'm sorry for this headcanons being so short too and I admit this isn't my favorite fic... Anyways, it was still so fun to write it, I hope you enjoy it 💕

(I don't own this image!!! If you own it, please message me and I'll give you the deserved credits)

As long as you could remember, you've always been a clumsy person, or at least more than most people: you're constantly walking against objects and people, tripping on the ground, on the stairs, even on your own feet.

It wasn't your fault, tho. It's just who you are and as long as you don't hurt yourself and/or others, you don't need to worry about it.

However, you were afraid of your “psycho” boyfriend’s opinion: you tried your best not to be so clumsy in front of him, but as normal and expected, you couldn't carry that mask and hide that evident characteristic of yours from him much longer.

The first time you stumbled on the ground in front of J, he made a joke about it for a few seconds, then continued to do whatever he was doing. But the moment he knew that was a regular thing, he thought it was a little strange. He even asked you if you were hurt and if you just didn't want to tell him

You had to assure him you weren't hurt or hiding anything from him, you were just a very clumsy person in general.

He found it weird in the beginning, even getting a little annoyed everytime you went against him or tripped on nothing in particular. But as time went by, he got used to it and actually found it kind of... cute.

Everytime you would walk on the streets, he would make you walk in front of him, so if anything would happen to you, he would catch you on time. He didn't tell you the reason why, but it was obvious enough. It was so funny and cute to see him being so protective and worried about you, but that's just how he was.

At home, it was quite the opposite... : since he knew you were safe (as safe as you could be), he would purposefully put little obstacles on the ground, or move the tables a little so you couldn't notice the difference, just to see you stumble all over again. He would laugh hysterically until he couldn't breath, but you wouldn't let him have it: you would do similar things or other pranks so you could get your sweet revenge. Most of the time it worked and you never told one another, but you had so much fun in doing it.

Truth be told, he would always laugh at you or make a joke about your clumsiness. However, if you ever tell him you don't like it when he makes a joke about it and that's an insecure of yours, he will stop immediately... or at least will reduce the amount of jokes.

As you know, J really likes you: if not, you would be dead already. So, since that's a truthful fact, he wouldn't mind about your downfalls. He himself has plenty of them, so why would he care about yours since you accept him too for who he is, even when anybody else dared to do it?

You are his little bunny, his clumsy doll, his sweet cheeks, so for him you are already perfect even with all your insecurities and downsides. That's why you are meant for each other, because no matter what, you will always be there for one another, during the good and bad moments, and will always accept each other for who you are.

He won't admit it, but now that he knows you so well, he's always expecting for you to trip over something just to watch your cheeks grow more red than ever and your embarrassed cute expression.

He didn't know what love was or what it meant, what it meant to feel such strong and addicting emotion for someone. He didn't believe in love at all, but since he met you, he finally learned what was to feel butterflies in his stomach again. You proved him that the impossible could be possible, and that he won't ever forget: he persevers and protects you like you're the only diamond in a world full of misery and chaos, and only him has the greatful luck to have you.

He loves teasing you, but above all, he will respect, take care and protect those who he deeply cares for... which happens to be only you.

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The Dark Knight (2008) dir. Christopher Nolan

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ahsxual · 4 years

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Innate Talent

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x Reader

Request: "Hey, i saw that you're taking request, could you please write a headcanon about L!Joker with a artistic S/O? 🥺 Thank you ❤️❤️"

Word Count: 1,1k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Thank you for requesting this @dearloiita, I really hope you enjoy it!! If you want me to change anything, please let me know! <33

You always had a soft spot for art and luckily, you were very talented, which is a gift that not everybody has.

You are very a creative person, something that not only you were proud of, but J too. For him, creativity was the key to be someone in life, to stand out amongst the crowd, to do more than the mere simple things. It's because of mankind's creativity that we achieved incredible things, including J's salvation. Without it, he would probably have landed in jail long ago.

He admired your skills of creating something new, something different from others and at the same time, incredibly stunning.

Whenever you're doing one of your artistic projects and J is around, he can't help himself from letting his curiosity lead him to see what you're doing.

Even if he doesn't admit it, he always wonders how can a single person have such talent in their veins, having the right amount of patience in them so their work could be amazing... that person being you, surely.

"Don't ya get tired of it, doll? Ya know, you could use all that ah... dedication on other things with me, dont'cha think, huh?" he would flirt with you, but you wouldn't let him have his way with you because he knows you're very dedicated, so when you're working on something, you won't stop for anything, only when it's really necessary or when you finish... and that was not the case.

"I'm busy right now, J. Maybe later." you would answer, not taking your eyes from your masterpiece.

As expected, he would reply with a deep groan and leave you doing your thing (when you're lucky), since when he really wants your attention, he would grab and lock you in your room with him.

In general, it has its pros and cons for J: the pros being watching his sweetheart doing marvelous things and actually enjoying it... the cons being, well, not having much time with you as he wished.

He would frequently mess with you, saying he could do it better or that even a monkey could do such work that you so dearly call art. But deep inside, you know he's only joking, since he loves to see you mad at him: as he had told you before, he finds it cute because you look like an angry chihuahua, trying to fight an enormous shark, as he would call himself in these situations.

However, when he was feeling tired and was in the right mood, he would sit on a chair right beside you, watching you calmly working until you had finished.

Most of the time you would blush and timidly smile afterwards, acknowledging his striking presence without even looking at him.

Once he had sat beside you, he wouldn't say a word, appreciating your innate talent of artistic skills... and when he does, it's to ask about your technique, or to give his honest opinion on which color or shape should your art preferably have.

You would gladly appreciate his constructive criticism, explaining enthusiastically everything he would ask you, nodding to his commentaries or even debate about it.

One day, you decided to prepare a surprise for him: draw the infamous prince of crime, better known as The Joker, that is, him.

You were so excited to see his reaction: he had stolen many expensive gifts before for you, so you decided to pay him back in kind, making something made by yourself, knowing that it would mean much more for him than something material (even if he doesn't admit it).

While he was causing chaos and burning the city down, you were peacefully making your gift for him: the two climates seemed to create a funny contrast.

This was a arduous task, and to achieve perfection you had to take a lot of time.

You were really proud of your work, analyzing it one last time to make sure everything was fine.

Meanwhile, you heard the window of your room opening and someone coming in right after, accompanied by a deep groan.

You quickly put your painting behind your back, the canvas being way too big for you to hide, but at least he couldn't see it properly.

"Ah... what's that?" he curiously asked, while frowning his eyebrows and pointing to your back with his gloved hand once he saw your quick effort in hiding it.

"I ah... did something for you. I wanted to offer you a gift that I made, so... I hope you like it." you shyly replied while giving your gift to him.

He was still hesitant, since his definition of "surprises" was very relative. But it came from you, so it was surely a good surprise.

Once he saw it, he was speechless. He never expected this from anyone, someone wasting their precious time to draw him so carefully, maybe even so perfectly. He didn't know what to say or how to react, but one thing he knew for sure: he loved it.

"You ah... did this?" it was a stupid question, he knew you had done it, but he couldn't believe that you had made that for him.

"Oh no, I just passed through a cheap painting shop that is a real fan of yours and decided to buy it." you said, whilst rolling your eyes.

He briefly laughed at this, being way too concentrated on his amazing drawn face.

"I didn't know I was so ah... handsome." he joked, earning a sweet laugh from you.

"You like it?" you seriously asked, while softly biting your lip, not knowing what was in J's unpredictable and complex mind.

"Meh, it could be worse. A monkey could still do it better." you let out a loud gasp, pretending to be offended, and punched him in the arm, making him laugh at you.

"There is the ah... little angry chihuahua." he laughed at you, this time more hysterically.

"Don't underestimate the power of a chihuahua, J. I can still bite a shark with way more strength than you think." you teased while smirking at him.

He then kissed your forehead, his way of thanking you for your exceptional surprise.

From then on, he would wake up seeing his pretty drawn face, which would definitely increase his ego and confidence, but also remember the unconditional love that you have for one another.

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ahsxual · 4 years

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Unbreakable Connection

Pairing: L!Joker x reader

Summary: You and J met each other coincidently and now, after a few months, you somehow managed to become really close friends.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: Soo this is a request from lovely @heavymetalnarwhal where J and the reader have a platonic relationship. They've become close friends after they accidentally met. J has grown and now he trusts her, her home eventually becoming his haven and in return, the reader can finally have someone trustful to talk to, and someone who can understand her and be there when she needs him most. So darling, I hope you enjoy this! <3

(I don't own this gif!)

On a specific day, you were in the mood for a night walk: after all, you weren't having a good day, so you thought that this was the best thing to do to get away from your haunting thoughts;

Your usual way of relaxing is staying at home while watching some movie, reading some book, listening to music... but that particular day you just wanted to do something different, what lead you to something you would never expect to happen...

While you were walking into some empty and narrow street near a port, you heard some uncommon noises... more specifically from people talking and moving heavy objects hurriedly, you supposed;

You were about to return to your home when you heard them, but since you weren't in a hurry, you let your curiosity take the best of you;

Oh, how simple choices like this could origin such a drastical change in your life...

You hide yourself behind a corner, where you could see what seemed like ten people moving huge boxes with a "caution" warning on it into a truck, all of them covered in familiar masks;

When you were about to remember where those masks were from, you suddenly saw the one and only prince of crime of Gotham city: the Joker, jumping outside of the high truck into the ground effortlessly;

You covered your mouth after releasing a loud gasp unintentionally, earning suspicious glances from some masked men... or should you say women?

The Joker has women working for him too?? you thought, surprised by that fact.

After that, you started to run as fast as you could to your house, concluding that you had seen enough;

Little did you know that the psychotic clown saw you from afar, following you discretely after, while his goons continued to work;

When you got home, you went to bed and tried to sleep, thinking on how bad and strange that day was;

Since then, everyday you had the feeling that someone was following you, which obviously made you terrified. You thought about calling the police, but what if all of this was just your mind tricking you? What if you made yourself sound like a fool in front of the authority, wasting your time only to get to see them laughing at you afterwards? Yup, that's how Gotham police worked... and it was completely not worth it;

When you got home and finally managed to calm yourself down, you opened the door and instinctively screamed once you saw the most wanted psychopath in the city, chilling out on your sofa like he was in his own house;

"W-what are you d-doing here??" you asked, trembling, shaking from the inside out of your vulnerable body towards his presence;

"Oh, you arrived! I ah... just couldn't wait to finally meet the ah... little kitten who was picking at what she... shouldn't. But curiosity sometimes it's stronger than our own safety, isn't that right, huh?" he calmly, yet dangerously said, getting up from the couch to approach you slowly. You had nowhere to escape: you knew if you tried, he would kill you right then and there, and you wanted to do whatever was needed to stay alive just for a few more seconds;

"P-please, don't k-kill me...!" those words were the only ones that could came out of your quivering mouth by your frightened mind.

He looked at you disappointed, however he wanted to ask you something that he didn't understand just yet. "How... all of you are so... predictable. <Please, don't kill me!!>... Really? That's all ya have to say in your defense doll, huh?" he tried to imitate a little girl begging for mercy, which would make you laugh if you weren't on the that exact position.

"I-I guess if you were me, you would s-say the same thing. I... I don't k-know what else to say to you..." really? Were you really justifying yourself and trying to have a decent conversation with Joker?? He then stared at you intensely for a few moments, like he was analyzing you.

"Well, I guess I have to ah.. agree with ya on that one." he said. "But I didn't come here to ah... have a chat while drinking hot tea with ya. I actually wanted to ah... ask ya something."

"W-what is it?" even if you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from stuttering every time you spoke.

"Why didn't ya tell anything to the men that eat donuts 24/7 with a pistol in their ass pockets, the so called heroes of this city about ah... what you saw the other night, huh? If ya had reported me, I would probably be in jail right now instead of having this little... shitty chat with ya." even you didn't know the real reason, if you were honest. Maybe you thought this city was already fucked up, so what's the point in trying to arrest him when there’re many killers, thieves, and who knows what out there? You're just trying to live a quiet life... and if you did denounce him, you probably would be his next brutal victim once he lays his eyes on you again;

"I-I don't know... I just... want to live a quiet life. Let's be realistic: you probably would get out of the prison soon, so... it wouldn't make any difference, I guess..." this time you managed to speak without stuttering so much, which impressed you. He seemed thoughtful about your answer: he was good at reading people, and you didn't seem the kind of person that just wants to live their life in the best way possible, only caring about money and fame, not giving a shit about others. You have your own world, your own perspective of life, your own space without bothering anyone, and he admires that;

He could tell you're a shy and introverted person, not having anyone truthful enough to really talk about what happened... and Joker liked that fact.

From that, he already could tell that maybe you were someone to trust... and that's what he was about to find out;

After that, he nodded, telling you there was a chance of him coming back, since he got interested in your way of being. He decided to spare your life since you didn't report him, making you feel utterly relieved for not telling anything to the police or anyone;

Days passed and he wouldn’t show up like he said, and if you were honest, you actually missed him: you didn't have any romantic intentions with him, no no no, yet you thought maybe he could understand you... and accept you, finally valuing your worth and see you for who you are, without judging or offering rude side glances like most people do.That's when once again, he managed to impress you.

"Ta-daa!" he loudly exclaimed, making you jump from your secretary.

"What the hell?!" you exclaimed back, angry ‘cause he scared you by coming out of nowhere... again. "What are you doing here Joker??" calling for his name sounded strange... yet familiar, like you already knew him for a long time;

"Ah... from what I remember, I said I would come back. Soo here I am!" he then laid down caressly on your fresh-made bed. "Ohh this one's good! How much ah... did it cost, huh?" he said happily, finally having a comfortable bed to lay on instead of the rigid ground where he uses to sleep... when he can sleep.

You were speechless, him being completely at ease, but you decided to respond him. "Uh... it cost around 600 dollars. I saved a lot of money to buy it, so please be careful." suddenly, he started to laugh at you, like you said the funniest joke he ever heard.

"600 dollars?? Are ya kidding? Ya could just have stole it! And there would be so much fun and adrenaline on it as an extra!" he admitted excitedly, sounding like a kid who had the greatest idea about something random.

"Well, I'm not an expert thief like you. And I prefer to be humble and pay for it, thanks but no thanks." you answered, returning to do whatever you were doing previously before he unexpectedly entered your room.

"Oh... humility. Where does that lead us to, huh? To people getting whatever they want from us? Playing us like their little toys? Thanks, but no thanks." he imitated you casually with his arms resting under his fade green painted hair, which made you laugh this time since, somehow, you didn't feel scared of him anymore.

From that day on, he would visit you almost every day: firstly you felt like he was using you just to get a place to sleep and to properly eat: he has people working and doing anything for him, so why would he need you? Some common girl who's life isn't that interesting? You sadly thought. But with time, you could see he actually enjoys your company;

You would even tell him your problems, when a day went wrong or someone would bother you... and in that case, the next day that same person wouldn't be alive to tell the story. You thought strange at first, not knowing why everytime someone was mean and rude to you, they wouldn't be alive the next day. But then you put all the pieces together... so from that moment you stopped telling him when someone messed with you, unless it was really necessary and serious;

Sometimes you would tell him he was your guardian angel, to which he made a disgusted expression, making you correct yourself to "guardian demon";

"That sounds so much better, sweet cheeks." he said before winking at you. Every time he did that, you would blush furiously and hide your hot face, since you were a very shy and timid person, specially around him for some reason. He loved teasing you just to see you embarrassed, but of course he respected you, so he never crossed the line;

And all of this leads to now, where J is practically considered your weird best friend, the one you tell everything, the one you can truly trust and ironically, feel safe. If you only knew that one simple walk would make all of this happen... how funny life can be, putting two completely opposite people together and create this unbreakable connection between you two... like they always say, it's just destiny doing his work.

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