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A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre. 

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links. 

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.      

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching. 

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame. 

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator. 

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?" 

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well. 

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed. 

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly. 

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward. 

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well. 

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed. 

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched. 

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips. 

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's… 

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic. 

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously. 

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.  

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes." 

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision. 

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. "I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked. 

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..." 

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

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[yestrday]

— YANDERE! MALEWIFE! GENSHIN AU part one | two | three | four

⇢ alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno

introducing ! at the altar decorated by the blooming lotus flowers, your wrist is bound to your husband with a red string and a promise of togetherness. while the people dance and sing in celebration of the newlywed, his eyes are on you and you only— possessive through and through, even in parabandhana.

[ surpriseeeeeeee yea you did not expect this did you yeah neither did I. i just sat on my computer and decided to be productive. also did not include baizhu and mika for now cuz I got lazy. ]

warning ! yandere behavior, drúgging, manipulation, mentions of locking you away and múrder

— ADMONISHING INSTRUCTION. alhaitham | الهيثم

[ “sure, sure, i’ll clean up after you go. hm? i’m not being lazy at all, just enjoying my peace and quiet.”] 

⇢ my boy is living the dream life. no nosy seniors, demanding bosses, and curious co-workers. just him and his hardworking partner and the freedom to do his research at his own time. when you’re around, he tends to slack off (though he denies it) but he does his part of the chores anyway, so you don’t really have any complaints. he’d already been living the cushy life before, but now this lifestyle is more than comfortable.

⇢ he helps you out with your work when he sees you struggling, and he lets you use him as a soundboard to work out solutions. sometimes even lets you complain. keyword: sometimes. most of the time he’ll distract you with a movie or just bring you to the bed so the two of you can read a book together. unfortunately, his tolerance towards whining is very low (reminds him too much of a certain blonde), but he still loves you enough that he’s willing to let your stress out through other means.

⇢ marriage seems to have made him a bit of a romantic, though he’ll tell you that he’s stayed the same as he was when he was still your boyfriend. whenever you’re squinting at your computer screen in frustration, you’ll be caught offguard when he presses a tender kiss to your temple and sets down a mug of coffee next to you. or while you’re talking about something or another as you eat, he’ll clasp your hands in his and press a chaste kiss to each knuckle. these gestures has you blushing and stammering all the time, reverting you back to the naive student you were when you met him. this makes him a bit smug, so you often hit him in embarrassment.

⇢ he would never look down at you. marrying you means he has acknowledged you his equal, and to be fair he doesn’t really have a habit of looking down on others. however, when he sees some pesky flies fly a bit too close, he often gets too full of himself. someone trying to smooth talk you at the cafe? haitham’s not one for pda, but he’ll wrap a sturdy bicep around your waist and watch as the poor thing trembles from his gaze. 

⇢ haitham doesn’t always tell you this, but he admires you for a lot of things. but sometimes you get a bit too… irrational, and he knows that he has to be the one to bring you down sometimes. you’re not a kid, so you should know better. besides, haitham’s always been the more rational between the two of you. sometimes bordering on…heartless, but you never tell him that. you don’t have the heart to.

⇢ he’s often the decision-maker, most of the time not even asking you what you want. he says it’s not about want, he has to take the rational decision for the both of you. you’ve always been a little… dull. it’s an endearing trait, but it’s something that has to go away as you both age. he sees the hurt flash in your eyes when he tells you this, and he thinks he can make up for it with a gentle kiss between your pretty eyes. he loves you like his equal, really, but sometimes (most of the time) you need a good talking down to.

“so you’ll continue to let your brother exploit you, despite everything he’s done to you in the past?” haitham shuts his book and stares at you with a seemingly bored gaze. “you know you don’t need to give them that solicitation, right? he’s not worth it.”

“it– it’s not about him, haitham, believe me!” you plead with him. “i’m, i’m doing this for his wife, okay? she doesn’t deserve to deliver a baby in his dingy apartment with no professionals around. it’s not fair! just because my brother was a díck doesn’t mean she deserves the cold shoulder too! have some compassion for once!” he rolls his eyes and gets up, towering above some good inches. his eyes look down at you, but his hand rests heavy on your shoulder as if trying to calm you down. “it’s not about compassion, dear. it’s about being rational. once your brother sees you softening, he’ll start asking for more and more and more and well, we know what kind of person you are.” you open your mouth to retort, but he shakes his head. “you’re too soft, [y. name]. chasing around the affection of others… you don’t have to do that anymore.”

[ “this is for the both of us. i’m sure you can’t tell now, but sooner or later, you’ll thank me.” ]

— EMPYREAN REFLECTION. kaveh | کاوه

[ “you’re the — hic!— the best thing’s that ever happened to me! of– of course i’m crying! i’m not heartless!” ] 

⇢ for kaveh, your marriage was both a blessing and a cause of distress to him. a blessing, of course, because what sane man would not want to get married to you! his darling, light of his life, the one who tolerates his flaws more than any other person on teyvat! but at the same time, he can’t just let you shoulder his burdens! he can’t give you the luxury you deserve to have, you don’t deserve to be saddled with his debt, it’s– it’s just not fair!

⇢ with kaveh’s sense of aesthetics and talent for architecture, you two will have the prettiest home around! it is a must for this architect to gift you with the prettiest home you’ve ever laid eyes on. sure, he can’t give you the grandiose mansion that you deserve even with both of your savings joined, but a master architect will make the most of what he has. this is the place where he’ll make memories with you, where you’ll grow a family and your chi… children (?!??!!!!) will live. it has to be as beautiful as you.

⇢ complains like you’d never believe. he’s always been chatty, but he gets even chattier after a disagreement with a client or a run-in with a certain someone or when he hears whispers of your horrendous workplace. to anyone else, his overdramatic flair might be a bit too much to handle, but you can’t help but listen with amusement as your husband drones on and on and on and embellishing his rants with over-the-top remarks. nevertheless, in the case that you do get weary, just press a kiss on his lips— it will surely leave him an incoherent mess in no time.

⇢ a bit too eager for your praise. it’s not like people don’t praise him all the time, but it’s only your approval that he cares for. when he makes a meal that he’s proud of, he’s squirming nervously in the seat across you as he watches you take bite after bite. when he finished his part of the chores, he tends to be a bit clingy with you as he tries to fish for compliments. it’s your choice to cave in so easily or play around with him, but when you do utter a compliment, know that you’ll be left with a gooey pile of mush cuddling into you.

⇢ on the other hand, kaveh absolutely cannot handle fights with you. fighting is a normal thing between couples, but he gets so absolutely wrecked it’s unreal. your look of disappointment, the glare you gave him, the fed-up sigh when you push him away and say that you need some time away from him… they all drive him insane. he curses himself, wondering why’d he have to go and open his stupid mouth and fuck everything up. you’re not wrong, never wrong, and it should be him to take the blame. the longer the fight, the more his wellness and self-confidence cracks. it’s a common sight to see him groveling on the ground, for your forgiveness, begging for you to notice him again. the sight is so pathetic that you can’t bear to look away.

⇢ the most insecure husband to ever exist and grows even worse with every fight you two might have had in the past. anyone who approaches you has him tensing up and tightening his grip on you, but a raised brow from you has him reluctantly loosening his grip and shamefully looking away. he’s plagued with thoughts of you leaving (because why would you stay with a wreck like him?) and overthinks every friendly gesture you give towards anyone who isn’t him (is that how you smile with someone who isn’t a complete fool?). he’s a pushover and craves your love and attention the most. if you love being an asshole and having someone completely around your finger, there’s no perfect husband to get more than kaveh.

“kaveh…” you start hesitantly, brows furrowed as you put a hand on his shoulder. “kaveh… there’s really no need for you to do all this.” but despite your gentle words, it only makes kaveh flinch and bury his weeping face even more into your chest. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he keeps whispering with a voice ragged from the amount of apologies he’s repeated. “i won’t do it again. whatever i’ve done please just forgive me. i can’t, i can’t stand it!” he looks up at you and that pretty face of his is ruined with tears. “please come back to me. you don’t have to sleep at that inn anymore. i can’t handle you not being with me anymore.” your grip on his shoulder tightens, and your expression seems to twist between a grimace and guilt. the only reason you stayed at an inn was because you were a coward, and you couldn’t handle watching kaveh break down as he beats himself up for a mistake that you caused. this fight was your fault to begin with, but the only one ruined was the innocent one. “i… i forgive you, dear,” you hushedly whisper, with the audacity of a man who did nothing but take advantage. “i forgive you. no matter what you’ve done.” and when he brightens up and smiles so prettily, your heart squeezes in your chest as he pulls you into a kiss sweeter than you deserve.

[ “wh… what are you apologizing for…? there’s no need to look at me like that…! you can blame me all you like!” ]

— VERDANT STRIDER. tighnari | الطغنري

[ “once again, i told you not to eat your boss’ baking! no, i don’t care if they looked nice! they. are. poisonous!” ]

⇢ he’s more at ease now that he doesn’t have to tolerate idiots who think eating poisonous mushrooms recklessly count as experiments or co-workers who tell him stupid jokes all the time. it’s a less stressful environment now… at least, that’s what he thinks. so why do you keep coming home barely alive?! you’ll find tighnari fussing over you and nagging at your office’s poor working environment.

⇢you’ll have the prettiest garden in the whole neighborhood, if not the whole world! the research data he can acquire from the plants in his backyard is limited, so it’s mostly a hobby of his. of course, he doesn’t just grow whatever there! there’s tons of medicinal herbs growing there and there’s a shed you both built where he can experiment wherever he likes. whenn you’re off work, you like to idle the time away in the garden while tighnari is hard at work on another of his concoctions. simply admiring his focused face is enough to put the stress of work behind you, and you think it’d be prettier if you tucked a flower behind his ear. but you never learn, do you? he launches off to another lecture about why you shouldn’t pluck flowers thoughtlessly while you daydream about his pretty face.

⇢ please please please don’t bring him to any work parties, lest you want to see the entire world burn. he still has that dry sarcasm that you oh so love, but he’s ruthless when it comes to your boss and your more unpleasant co-workers. if any of them try to act chummy with you, he immediately raises a brow and gives them the side-eye. he combats whatever fake-ass comment they have with a dry retort, leaving you panicking and trying him to stop it. but no one stops tighnari in verbal combat, and before long he’s revealed your boss’ and co-workers' vulnerabilities and have them deflating like a balloon.

⇢ tighnari always knows how to make the perfect brew, his teas always the perfect blend of both taste and remedy. it’s too bad though, that you always fall asleep before you can manage to finish a single pot. whenever you awake from a tea-induced slumber, your body feels strangely heavy but you can’t complain about the sleep. your husband is always the first thing you see from these naps, his fluffy tail wrapped around your legs and his big eyes staring intently at your face.

⇢ whenever he mixes in the drugs in your food or tea, tighnari’s tail swishes back and forth as he begins thinking of your cute expressions while you’re half-sober. sometimes he doesn’t put the usual dose and instead just halves it, just to see you flailing to get a grip on your senses and reaching out to your oh-so-innocent husband for help. he often chastises himself for this… dirty behavior, but the devil in his mind gleefully reminds him that this counts as research. the test subject just happened to be his trusting partner for life.

⇢ tighnari isn’t above imprisonment. it’s less for the thought of protecting you and more for his personal benefit. he likes to tell himself this is strictly research, but he can’t deny the awestruck look on his face as he greedily eats up every expression of your drugged face. when you grasp onto his clothes and lean on him for support… it makes him shudder with delight. you’re so cute when your system is laced with drugs, and even cuter when you look at him like he’s your entire world. he wants you to rely on him… and in turn, he wants to abuse that over reliance.

“you look better like this,” he murmurs as he brushes your freshly bathed hair. your figure is slumped in your chair like a doll, which isn’t far from the truth from how he handles you like one. he holds you gently, like porcelain, but you don’t react. you are too knocked out from the dose he had slipped into your tea awhile ago. he leans into your face, tutting at the dark circles under your eyes. “look at this… clear neglect of your health. i keep telling you to sleep, but you never listen to me, do you?” he sighs before focusing his attention back to your hair. “you’re so stubborn sometimes, you know. i barely know what to do with you.” he spends the next few moments in silence, rubbing cream into and ointments into your face. you smell slightly of lemongrass now, thanks to the bath he’s given you. tomorrow when you wake up, you will marvel at the softness of your skin and the clearness of your mind, before you throw yourself into another week of overwork. like always. tighnari regrets giving you the sleeping drug now. maybe he should’ve added a dose of the aphrodisiac drug he’s just finished. with the way his feline eyes zero into your blissful face and the eager swaying of his tail, he can just barely hold himself back now.

[ “aaah, i’ve run out of your meds again. oh, don’t you worry, i’ll make you some more. it’s nice how your body is so… receptive to my medicine ♡” ]

— JUDICATOR OF SECRETS. cyno | κύων 

[ “... we’re married… …what? i honestly didn’t think i’d come this far.” ]

⇢while there’s no other man you could imagine to spend the rest of your life with, you’re inwardly groaning about the amount of dad jokes you have to put up with later on in life. sure, you love cyno’s goofy lil personality, but you think you can only take too many stupid jokes before you go crazy. you voice this concern to cyno, who just gives you a reassuring hand on your shoulder and says he can handle you just fine if you do. you’re not quite sure what this implies.

⇢ quite sulky, but he refuses to own up to the fact. sometimes you get a little distracted with one of the neighborhood children, start chatting up one of the kind neighbors, or meet one of your co-workers. you tend to get a little bit distracted by them, and while cyno believes that he’s not overly bothered by this, he admits that he is a little bit miffed about you not paying attention to them. he also gets pouty when work starts taking up of your time and you start to neglect him, so expect him to just shut the laptop close and demand you to eat dinner with him without rushing to get your job done. 

⇢ he used to scare the neighborhood kids away with just one look and you always had to comfort him and pat him on the back in sympathetic understanding. “maybe you’ll get them next time,” you had joked, handing him an ice cream as he sulked on the park’s bench. “one of your jokes should do the trick.” you really shouldn’t have suggested that, because after another trip to the park he stared those kids down with his same stoic expression and cracked one of the corniest jokes known to man. every kid looked at him like he was stupid. now no one takes him seriously. well, at least they like playing with him now???

⇢ overprotective, like over overprotective. he knows you can handle going outside the house on your own, and hell, he might have no qualms with your workplace. but the more you complain, the more paranoid he gets until he’s staking out the site for himself. touchy co-workers? cruel bosses? he could easily have their corpses fed to the dogs. he is a protector of justice, after all, and what is justice but not killing those who lay a hand on their partner?

⇢ it’s not very easy to just push him over the edge, but he can and has the will to lock you away. it’s the modern world, no one’s going to have it out for a salary worker slaving day in and out for a corporation, but still. he’s made plenty of enemies when he was still in the force and there’s a paranoia eating at him whenever you go out of the front door. when he does lock you away, he’s as gentle as he can be, even with the stench of blood all over him. this is all for your sake after all, and he couldn’t bear to see you hurt when he had the power of protecting you.

“cy,” you huff in exasperation, looking up from your laptop as he glares down at you from behind it. “what in the world are you talking about? they’re my co-worker, my superior. you can’t just tell me to stop talking to them. i need their help!” “what help could you possibly need from them when you have me?” he huffs back, crossing his arms. “i’m telling you. they’re dangerous. i… i just know it, okay?” “what could a retired general possibly know about handling excel sheets?” when his face falters, you sigh and shut the laptop closed. “look, i know you just want to protect me and i appreciate that, really. but come on, cy, don’t be unreasonable.” the pressed line of his lips tells you that he has something against being called that, but you press on. “the company does background checks on their employees. it’s safe, i promise.” you press a kiss on his cheek and smile at him. “sit here and calm yourself down, okay? i’ll handle dinner tonight.” he watches your back as you disappear into the kitchen, humming a bright tune that offsets the stormy look in his eyes. he could tell you all about his time in the workforce— the violations he’s made, the blood on his hands, and the enemies he’s made— but he won’t. not if it means breaking this beautiful life he’s created with you. but that’s okay, that’s fine. he’s been trained to adapt to the situation and to work with the shadows.

[ “even if you don’t have a care in the world… i’ll be right behind you. wherever. whenever.” ]

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere alhaitham #yandere kaveh #yandere tighnari #yandere cyno #yester.writes #yester.au — househusband 💍 #[noooot quite satisfied w what i did w cyno bc i wanted to explore him beyond being a joker but. sigh. not enough media to give me a read o #that side of him]

[dogbites-puppylove]

Apple seed cyanide

TW: description of yandere mentalities and actions (obsession, possessive tendencies, stalking, etc)

Tags: Yandere! Joker x reader, Yandere! Harley x reader (platonic)

If you want the honest to god truth, Harley knew that the Joker was spewing saccharine filth from the start when he reached out with promises of a sweet little life, one with a darling family of their own. She knew because, after years of watching him pant after the trials of Batman, she saw he had no room other than his obsession left in his heart. But like a moth to firelight, she flutters dutifully back into his arms attracted by promises already broken

Imagine her surprise when shes greeted at the door with a bright smile, almost sane enough to trick her. He ushers her in with a sweet note in the air and a “surprise waiting for her” in the living room. Bound and gagged a couple is crying out on the floor, shaking their hands in a pathetic plea, and attempting to crawl away, and usually, Harley would be all for making a joke or two, but instead, all she can see is you. Your little presence floods all of her senses, sitting perfectly pacified on the floor. Behind her, she's aware of her partner's sick laughter, but she can't shake off the trance she's in.

You couldn't be older than 3, still without proper motor skills and a morbid curiosity stopping any critical preservation instincts that might have had you crying. This becomes more evident when instead of screaming, you giggle as the clown prince of crime crouches down to haul you up into an embrace, even bouncing you up into the air a few times to pry out more laughter. She can barely hear the shrieks of your old parents as the Joker finally deposits you safely into her arms, and as she cradles you close to her chest that aches for you. It's a physical hurt that almost overwhelmed her, the need to crawl inside you and live there, or for you to do the same, and it is in a stranger's house that Harley falls in love again.

“Sweet as honey ain't they?” the Joker coos and cackles at you, waggling a few fingers in front of your face, grinning even wider as you grab at them. “Full of curiosity that one is, a real riot!” but Harley can barely hear him much less acknowledge him past the roaring of blood in her ears. Her heart beating out of her chest she thinks it might just spill open to accommodate the organ trying to crawl closer to her darling. For the second and last time in her life, Harley is chained and leashed to another's will, a fate of coming to their beck and call, your will, her darling wrapped perfectly in her arms.

To the Joker's credit he does love you, or as close to love as he can get. He hushes your cries, indulges you in sweets behind Harley's back, and she's even caught him humming silly little tunes as he dances with you wrapped up in his arms. You bring clarity to him, a surety in his life that he doesn't feel unless pulling Bats along in another joke. You were going to be his perfect legacy, proof that he cannot truly die, you're a part of him in this way. Of course, you’d need a quick little dip into a vat of toxins to truly make a perfect legacy but you needn’t worry, he still loves you. You just need a little preparation first.

Every week he takes you on little daddy-darling outings, he tells Harley your going around to sightsee, and he lets you play a lot of fun games until the sun sets. And he's truthful because his warehouses are far and in between, and every mutilation he leads you so lovingly through is a fun little joke. His little comedian, hell coo as he leads your hand tightly clasping a knife against the throat of one of his own boys who had tried to run. Isn't this fun sweetheart?

He underestimates, however, just how devoted Harley is because while she was fully delusional when they had first gotten into a relationship Harley cannot spare you as collateral damage to her own fantasies. She is painfully grounded as she takes in everything about you 24/7, your expressions, words, actions anything she can she takes to covet away in her mind forever. As much as she is a monster she is your mother and she loves you, you are anything she's ever had and everything she'll ever have. He doesn't realize that she obsessively checks over you, even spotting the smallest flecks of blood, how when she kisses you goodnight she can see the thin sheen of apathy take hold of your gaze.

The final straw comes in the form of a huge argument, she comes home early from work eager to see her little baby, when she finds the Joker cooing into your ear, goading you into doing your best as your hands wrap around a familiar gun. Like the devil on her shoulder, she can't even scream as you pull the trigger, eyes momentarily twitching but no other expression as your former parent's brains paint the windows. And she realizes as you turn around to smile at her sweetly with blood on your teeth and tears that seem so foreign streaming down your face that you need to leave, she has to get you away.

That night she takes you, just 9 years old, and runs. She has no real destination, just a desperate notion to get away, to save you from all that she knows the joker is trying to make you. She can't, she can't let you go through what she knows will force you into the type of person you never wanted to become. Because she can see herself in the mirror and can mourn normal happiness and stability, and she has watched the joker bleed himself dry until he has nothing to himself but an old laugh track repeating over and over again. It's a life of agony and you don't deserve that, not you, never you.

Of course, her body ends up leading her to Ivy’s place, and the woman can only stare in shock as her best friend who had gone radio silent all those years back collapses at her door holding a kid so close she might be trying to meld into one. “Please, please not my baby” Harley begs and any anger that Ivy could have had melts.

For a while it's paradise, the Gotham sirens all corralling once again in their glory, and with their very own new member, you. Selina takes to you quickly, cooing about how her kitten is just the most clever thing in the world as you quickly work through her little trips. (Privately she will worry to Harley about the lack of awareness you have for your own health, the way your eyes glaze over when a plan takes place, and the brutality you exhibit.) Ivy also takes to you quickly, teasing you with little nicknames (how can you be a sapling when you're a human?) and she teaches you how to nurture, how to care for plants and love them as they deserve. (And she will confide to Harley how you seem to take to poisons particularly well, how you are able to craft things more disastrous than she can dream, how your curiosity always leans to the morbid.)

Harley herself takes great energy and care into trying to undo what the Joker has done, it's laughable how Gotham's greatest villains all sit in a circle every week and preach about morals and empathy. But to their credit, it works, and though you may not be able to feel the full existence of motion, though you can't seem to feel it as deeply as others your heart still throbs with what must make you human. You learn consequences and cling with desperation to these little lessons that prove you aren't your mentor. (not father, not anymore)

And yet Harley can still see how your apathy takes hold in the face of curiosity, how you prefer crowbars over teddy bears, and how despite your hardest efforts empathy is always a little too easy to push away in favor of hard-earned apathy. (and she knows, she knows that as long as that bastard is still out there doggedly searching the ground for you, you won't ever truly be safe) so she makes a deal.

The phone rings and Bruce can only raise an eyebrow at the untitled phone number, he doesn't make a habit of giving out his number so uselessly so after the third ring he picks up.

“Hello? This is Bruce Way-”

“Hey Bats.” Alarm shoots through the roof at a voice he hasn't heard in years, and yet still so closely relates to his arch-nemesis.

“Harley? How did you get this-”

“Listen, listen I know it's gonna sound real bad but I- I need you to hear me out. A favor, I need a favor. I'll go back to Arkham, stay there for the rest of my days but, I” she breathes and it's far too shaky for the woman he knows her to be. “My baby” she sobs “You gotta keep my baby safe, he's out there Bats and he won't leave em alone as long as their alive.”

Through his confusion, Bruce manages to calm her down, and wrangles a short story out of her, how she and Joker had played family until she couldn't bear to see you break anymore and how she knew that she alone couldn't keep her darling safe. And maybe it's the boy staring at the corpse of his family in Crime Alley that speaks instead of himself but he finds himself reaching out to help. (he can't let another family split, not when he can help it). As long as Harley doesn't kill, no more lethal tactics, and as long as she reports everything she knows about joker, and works with him against him, she can stay outside of Arkham walls. And as for you?

Your tenth birthday hits and Bruce Wayne steps into your living room with a strangely calculating gaze and a warm smile.

“You must be Y/N? Ah, nice to meet you officially, my name is Bruce Wayne, and ill be your foster family.”

Author's Note: Another reupload. ALSO! I HAVE GOTTEN THE ANON ASKS!! I AM JUST A SLOW WRITER I’LL GET TO EM I PROMISE!!

#yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #harley quinn x reader #joker x reader

[yandereforme]

Yan Jason x Joker’s Kid! Reader (Non-binary Reader)

You found out about your parentage when you were 16. Your mom, the woman who had raised you, had never indicated you weren’t her flesh and blood until that day.

Your mom had gone to school with Harley, and they had been close. They lost touch after a while, however, and didn’t see each other again until Harley was admitted to Arkham during her relationship with the Joker.

Harley hadn’t told anyone she was pregnant, and it was kept need to know. As far as most knew, she was being kept away from others due to illness.

When Harley gave birth, she asked your mom to raise you. Even though she was still somewhat blinded by her love for the Joker, she could still see that raising a kid with the Joker wasn’t a good idea.

Your mom was infertile, and had always wanted a kid. So, after that day, and after Harley was broken out of Arkham, your mom took you and left Arkham, only stopping to have a friend of hers forge papers making you her kid. Only five people knew about you, and her coworkers who helped deliver you died not long after, only leaving three to remember where you came from.

The reason your mom was telling you was because she had been diagnosed with an illness, and would require full time care in a facility, meaning you would have had to go into foster care, since your only ‘relative’ was your goon uncle, who would never be cleared to take care of you. She managed to sort out papers to emancipate you, but she knew that she couldn’t let you leave without his telling you the truth.

Fast forward to the Red Hood Era, you are a book shop owner, having inherited a building from your uncle when he died, and turned it into a bookshop, just on the edge of Crime Alley. You were known to offering homeless people jobs like delivering books or helping you stock shelves in exchange for food, money, clothes, and/or a place to sleep, depending on preference. Your good reputation with the street kids was what made Jason learn about you.

He decided to visit as Jason and make sure you didn’t have any nefarious purposes for your deeds. Not only do you two hit it off immediately, but you also care about the street kids, and aren’t taking advantage of their desperation.

Jason started visiting you every other day, often walking you home at night. He has a few of his men watch your house, and even has them make sure you get home safe when he can’t. However, he was still in heavy denial about his feelings….

Until the Joker Broke out of Arkham

Notes: In this au, the Batfam know Jason is Red Hood. Also, the Batfam will become yandere for you too, don’t worry. Probably won’t be posting much, I’m traveling a lot over the next couple weeks, but I will try. Let me know what you think!

#yandere #yandere batfam x reader #romantic yandere #platonic yandere #yandere jason todd #yandere Jason x joker’s kid #non binary darling

[helpfandom]

Can I please request the Batman 2004 version of Joker vs Harley hcs both platonic yandere who don’t wanna share there (forced ) adopted kid with each other, meanwhile reader is eyeing up the strange bat shadow in the corner of the room.

Fun fact! Kevin Michael Richardson is the first African-American to voice/play Joker! (As far as my knowledge is.)

This is of course, based off of the chill/mean Reader.

Joker Vs. Harley. They each have different approaches to getting you to go to their side, both delusional enough to think that if they can get you onto their side, then the other will back off from trying to parent their child.

The thing is that Harley has been shown to have a weak spot for Joker to exploit her, in all of the versions I have seen. [aka, two, but I digress.]

Most likely how it would be that Harley is first to fall into her obsession, and of course, when Joker says to kill you [and or throw you into acid], she stands up for you, noting how calm you've been. So of course, his shock when Harley stands up for herself only because of you? He cares now, ordering Punch to find out more about you, and then becoming obsessed himself.

Harley has the best chance of being the one you go to / who wins the fight between the two, since Harley's been the one sticking up for you.

Joker, however, has more strength and willpower over Harley, not to mention how you would be more scared of Joker [if Reader is scared at all], so you would fear upsetting him and losing your life.

You just sat there watching them argue so much it sounded like two parents who desperately needed to divorce but never would for fear that the child needed both parents. In the corner of your eye, you could see a shadow moving, that is until Joker snaps his finger at you to divert your attention back to them.

"Which one o' us do you prefer?"

#platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #platonic #yandere #tw yandere #headcanon #yandere batman #yandere joker #yandere platonic #yandere harley quinn #yandere versus #Helpfandom's writing

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Yandere! Black Butler x Opal! Reader (Steven Universe) would be cool with Vincent, Joker, and Dagger!

Just imagine their reaction to a very, very tall and giant creature who physically "appears" as a woman (Opal! Reader is sexless) with four pairs of arms who is not even human but a gem who accidentally time-traveled to the Victorian Era and is not able to unfuse (back to Pearl and Amethyst) till Opal! Reader can get back to their original timeline.

Even though Opal! Reader has lived for more than thousands of years and possesses knowledge of the Victorian Era of England, Opal! Reader’s appearance would set people off in immediate fear, and that just makes it harder for Opal! Reader to fit in. (Plus, finding a way home.)

Opal Reader | Yandere Black Butler

You’re roughly fourteen feet tall, have four different arms, and a gem on your forehead and chest. In a world like theirs to any average person, you are a marvel to behold or exploit. Now depending on who has the means to contain you are the ones who have the chance to lull you into a demented love:

Vincent Phantomhive

“You truly are a beauty. So beautiful I see no reason I shouldn’t hide you the way I have been so far.”

Finds you and finds a way to keep you trapped

Earns your trust while you’re in your own hidden place 

Eventually inviting you into  his home a trap all of his own+

With his connections to the supernatural, there’s bound to be something on par with your own power

Enough to become his exotic and caged beauty

Joker

“It’d be a travesty not to share your wonder with a world as bland as this.”

Naturally, he makes you a part of his circus 

If only to brag to the world that it is he and he alone who owns your heart

He just has to make sure his violent misdeeds allude you

At least until he gets a grasp on the material you can’t break

Dagger

“So you’re the latest freak, huh? Welcome to the club.”

At first, can’t help but be jealous

The attention you get the praise, even her cats seem to respect you more than her 

It isn’t until she finally talks with you that she’s fighting a blush 

You’re calming voice and relaxed personality is unexpected

So innocent yet full of wisdom

She feels disgusted by how often and how hot she gets when she spends nights thinking of you

Despite her promise, she’s not helping you get home not when this is the perfect circumstance to keep you by her side

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere black butler #yanderexrea #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere dagger #yandere vincent phantomhive #yandere joker

[frickingnerd]

throw away your mask

pairing: ren amamiya / joker x gn!reader

summary: after finding out about the deal your boyfriend made with the god of control, you confront him! but ren has since changed...

tags: evil joker, kinda yandere joker too, established relationship, angst, spoilers for persona 5's bad ending, implied corruption

a/n: i replayed persona 5 and went for a bad ending this time! after seeing evil joker, i had to write this immediately! <3

“w-who are you…?”

the man in front of you wore your boyfriend's face, but there wasn't a single trace of the boy you once loved. ren amamiya was a good guy, who wanted to help people! never would he have made a deal with a god, that only brought suffering upon people!

“you know me.”

ren's eyes were covered by his glasses, making his expression impossible to read. only the hint of a smile on the corner of his lips was there to show any sort of emotion.

“you're not the boy i fell in love with! the ren amamiya that i know would've never sided with a god, much less the god of control! how could you betray everything the phantom thieves stood against!?”

ren took a step towards you, his lips parting, as he was ready to talk back at you. but you quickly stepped back and cried out:

“don't come any closer!”

ren adjusted his glasses, finally allowing you to get a glimpse of his eyes. they were staring at you uncomfortably from behind those glasses, almost as if they were piercing right through you. could this really be the same boy you once fell in love with? could those same kind eyes that made you feel all warm and fuzzy now scare you like this?

“i didn't betray the phantom thieves. i saved us! we can continue our work and finally get the recognition we deserve! the public loves us, just like they should! isn't that what we all wanted? we are heroes!”

he sounded insane! with each word that left his lips, you felt more disgusted with him. is this truly how he viewed the world? how he viewed the phantom thieves?

“heroes? don't make me laugh!” you yelled at ren. “you are not a hero! you are the villain of this story! you enslaved the whole world for your selfish wants! you are no better than those we took down! you are… just like them…”

for a split second, ren's face distorted. your words seemed to wound him, but the anger quickly faded from his face again. slowly, he stepped forward. even as you took steps backwards, it was impossible for you to escape him. soon, he had you cornered, his hand resting on your cheek.

“i am not like the palace rulers we disposed of. they were weak fools, but me? i am on the same level as a god now! the people worship and adore me! all of us, all phantom thieves, can be as gods! we can forever continue this way of life! we never have to change! we can simply live as heroes, worshiped like gods, for eternity!”

a twisted smile had spread over ren's face.

“why should we waste our time worrying about humans? humanity is enslaved by the god of control? well, this isn't our problem! you and i, we stand above them! so, join me! you and i, we can become as gods! you only have to join me and give up your foolish rebellion against me…”

ren took a step back, yet reached out his hand towards you. he didn't force you to take it, but whether you'd accept his hand or reject him would change your life forever. there were only two options; either you were with him or against him!

“what do you say, darling? will you choose humanity over me? or will you come to your senses and realize you belong by my side?”

#ren amamiya x reader #ren amamiya #akira kurisu x reader #joker x reader #joker #akira x reader #ren x reader #akiren x reader #amamiya #ren #akira #kurisu #akiren #persona 5 x reader #persona x reader #persona 5 royal #persona 5 #persona #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #angst #oneshot #yandere #bad ending #villain #akira kurusu x reader #akira kurusu

[j0kers-light]

Hello! Could I ask about scenario where The Joker has been very distant lately to Y/N always busy and almost never around her anymore which left reader very confused and upset. (((Now obviously he’s not cheating or anything like that he’s just too busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or something —but ohh well your insecurities get the best of you))). It’s been about good 3 months since she saw him he wasn’t replying to her texts and when you called him it always directed you to voicemails. It could be only two things he could’ve moved on from you or he is too damn busy to even pick up your calls…. So you decided to go on a date with some rando to push your feelings aside. Because at the same time, you couldn’t just sit around and wait for The Joker, that was just stupid. You aren’t even sure what’s going on?? It was exciting at first, in the heat of the moment because you were a bit attention-starved to be fair. But now as you’re getting ready you’re having second thoughts about it all and how risky it could be. Joker is a very very jealous and possessive man and he could be literally everywhere you knew he had his goons looming around you to make sure you’re safe. But you gulped those thoughts away and went out anyways. Well that was worst decision of your LIFE as long behold he found out …..now it’s up to you how you continue and interpret all this because I’m really bad at it (sooo sorry) he either ruins the date or is waiting for reader at her apartment….literally however you want it you can even change some stuff in the middle I really don’t mind 🙏🙏 I just need more jealous joker in my life (I have serious issues) it could be angst fluff smut🤭🤭🤭🤭or even everything as I said I really don’t mind. Thank youuuuu✨💕🪷

His Lighthouse: J Stands for Jealous (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

J Stands for Jealous - Oneshot

Did someone ask for some Jealous!Joker wayy back on Sept 5th? I come bearing gifts with an unexpected twist!! 🤧 please don’t hate me anon if you don't like it!

Get ready for some angst, fluff, and of course Jealous!Joker but not in the way you think... I won't lie this was a tricky request to fill but in the end, I went a different route with jealousy! I hope you enjoy! 🖤✨

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The number you have dialed has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet. Please try calling again later.

You groaned in frustration and tossed your phone on the bed. If your hair wasn't up in protective braids you would've ran your hands through your hair. When did it get like this? Calling, waiting up, and wishing for a smidgen of communication from Joker– only to receive absolute silence?

Joker being distant was putting things mildly. He had up and ghosted you.

One night you were kissing him goodbye and the next GCN reported that Joker had gone M.I.A. Funny how he was seen two days later shooting at Batman's tank of a car down Dini Hwy but sure.. Joker was 'missing.'

Joker was actively terrorizing Gotham City streets, he was only M.I.A from your life. A part of you wanted to create a missing person's report but that wouldn't end well.

The entire GCPD force would be breaking down your door by the time you uttered, "Yes, I haven't seen my boyfriend, The Joker, in months."

You weren't quite sure who put a label on this ill fated relationship but the minute it was established, everything started to fall apart.

You would lie awake at night thinking about the downfall to you and Joker's relationship. Maybe you should have been content with the uncertainty and kept things vague. Not knowing where you stood with the infamous clown— but still together, was better than a missing boyfriend and an empty bed.

You found yourself watching the news like a drug addict trying to catch a glimpse of your man to make sure he was alive and well.

Perhaps he was just busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or whatever he does when he's out messing with Batman. You couldn't bear the thought of Joker cheating on you.

If Joker was cheating on you with Batman, you'd kill your self with a spoon but J really wanted the vigilante dead so you breathed a bit easy on that front.

That didn't stop you from freaking out anytime Joker grabbed a female on live tv. You watched with an envious eye for any inkling of Joker being attracted to her. Killing the poor girl put your mind at ease but then you'd feel awful for your lack of remorse. For now Joker had eyes only for you. But how long would that last was the burning question.

It became a vicious cycle of waiting for Joker to come home, calling his cell, it going to voicemail, or him straight up ignoring your texts, to crawling into bed and trying not to cry about it. But you couldn't deny the inevitable.

Joker abandoned you and you weren't some heartbroken blonde in an early 2000's romcom.

You refused to cry and mope around the penthouse. You would not stoop to eating buckets of ice cream and gorging on assorted candies to overcome your heartache.

You happened to be a young, sexy, and intelligent woman of color with access to online dating apps! There were plenty of eligible men in Gotham who would kill to be with you.

You can and would move on. Screw Joker and his inability to provide basic necessities in a relationship. Being present was a requirement!

Your hurt feelings morphed into petty vengeance and you snatched your phone from where you tossed it earlier in a blind rage.

Your thumb hovered over Bruce's profile until you sighed and scrolled past it. No matter how much you wanted to rebound date anyone to get over Joker, Bruce didn't deserve your toxic energy.

So you kept scrolling until you found the DO NOT CALL EVER AGAIN and the GURL HAVE YOU NO STANDARDS contacts. You should have deleted these contacts ages ago but you simply forgot.

You almost hit the dial icon on one of them until you swore you heard the front door slam shut– but alas it was just your broken heart playing tricks on you.

Joker wasn't coming back and you had to accept that to move on. Your thumb hovered over one of your past tinder hookups.

"This is stupid! Just call the number, Y/n. If he answers, then flirt! He's a classic tool, he definitely won't care if this is only a one night stand. Get what you need from him and onto the next one!"

Your pep talk was good but you just couldn't commit. Even after Joker left you high and dry, it felt wrong to move on.

You threw your head back and groaned at the ceiling.

Why did you have to love Joker so much?! You still clung to the possibility of him returning and loving you unconditionally but that was a fool's dream.

"He's gone Y/n. Maybe a walk will help clear my head and do me some good." It seemed to be a tried and true coping mechanism whenever your head was in a tizzy. It's what got you in this relationship in the first place.

You went out to clear your head and met Joker that fateful night. If the chance rose to go back in time and avoid meeting Joker, you'd hesitate to do so.

He gave you so many fond memories. You couldn't erase that even if it saved yourself from heartbreak now.

You donned some good walking shoes that matched your current outfit and headed down to the ground floor.

It was a beautiful morning and you let your mind disconnect to breathe in some fresh air. This is what you needed. Some time spent outside and not cooped up in your depressing apartment thinking about your failed relationship.

You felt more like yourself already the longer you stayed out.

You were mindless during your wandering and you didn't notice your surroundings until strong hands grabbed and yanked you back onto the sidewalk.

You yelped at the unexpected rescue and tuned out the honking and the slew of curses a taxi driver shouted at you through his window.

What did your carelessness cause this time? You were using the designated crosswalk and you had the right of way, so what gives?

Your eyes followed the bulky arms still holding you, up to a handsome face animated in concern. It was then you noticed the guy who saved you was talking.

"—be more careful! These taxi drivers don't yield to pedestrians anymore. Hey.. are you listening to me?" He eyed you up and down, mostly in concern but admiring your beauty all the while.

You were doing the same. A ray of sunlight beamed down and highlighted your hero's honey brown eyes and you blinked in awe at his model-like features staring at you.

Finally someone was giving you attention and the man was drop dead gorgeous. Who could blame your brain for malfunctioning?

He smirked at your lack of response and flashed his pristine teeth your way. He was checking off all of your requirements for a potential partner so far or perhaps your standards were just at an all time low. A flaw of your separation anxiety no doubt.

Joker was the last thing on your mind when this man was in front of you giving you attention.

"Uh sure.. um.. T-Thank you." You said after a few beats of awkward silence.

"Don't thank me just yet. I gotta say, I'm thinking impure thoughts about you." He said.

You quirked an eyebrow at his brute honesty although his baritone voice made you forget in an instant. You were a sucker for a sexy voice and much to your delight, he kept talking.

"Sorry, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Because d__n. You are."

Another checkmark on the 'yup he's datable list.'

What were the odds of someone as attractive as him showing you affection ever again? You were lonelier than ever before and quite frankly you were ready to risk it all for an ounce of attention.

You ducked your head to hide your smile and he wanted nothing more to tilt your chin up and see it in all its glory.

Your smile was so radiant, he was a goner at a mere glimpse.

"I'd love to know your name, your number.." He sucked his teeth and admired your beauty, "your favorite position in bed..."

He probably meant to say that last part more so to himself but you still heard it.

You had to pump the brakes on that one. "Easy there.. At least take me out to dinner before you slut me out." You laughed in jest but he leaned into your personal space, taking your words seriously.

"Oh bet? What're doing later?"

Wait, that pickup line actually worked? You were so out of practice.

You shielded the sun from your eyes and stared up at your newfound crush. He was waiting for a response with a flirtatious grin etched on his face. So you gave him an answer.

"You tell me. What do you have in mind?" You flashed him another smile that rivaled the sun.

He chuckled and subtly moved so he blocked the sun rays for you. A small gesture that you instantly noticed. He was tall but not overly so like Joker. You hated your brain for comparing this new guy to your estranged clown but you couldn't help it. 

Would this be a new habit; comparing insanity to normal? You really missed Joker..

"Confident and sexy. I like that. How about..." The guy dug inside his pockets and procured a business card. He clicked a pen and jotted something down on it before handing it to you.

You were so caught up in his charm that you didn't acknowledge his attire.

He was dressed for the office with his dress shirt folded up to his forearms, showing off veins that made you swoon, and a hint of ink crawling up his bicep. The writer in you was having a seizure.

He was the perfect sexy corporate alpha male and he locked down the troupe by handing you his business card with a wink.

"Get home safely, call or text me– whichever you prefer sunshine, and we'll make plans for tonight. Sounds good?" He waited until you read the embossed cardstock in your hand.

Tristan J. Price. | Marketing | Court OwlHouse Books

You knew the publishing company personally. They presented you a nice offer before Cindy counter offered with a contract that you couldn't refuse. You pocketed his phone number and nodded.

"Yeah, it sounds great! I don't have a card but um.. my name's Y/n." You played with one of your braids and went for it. "I'll call you later, Tristan."

He tested your name on his lips. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I look forward to it."

You gave him a small wave and began walking back the way you came. Something told you to look back and sure enough, Tristan was watching you leave, biting his lip. He had no shame at being caught. His smile just grew bigger as he sent another wink your way.

A whirlwind of butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. You finally had options besides Joker for a partner. Things were looking up for once after all these months spent alone.

You flushed in embarrassment and turned the corner– not once noticing your undercover security detail watching your every move and reporting in.

Above all, Tristan was a gentleman and a shameless flirt.

You didn't waste time and called him the second you got home. He was more than pleased with your eagerness.

"I'm glad you're home safe, sunshine. Now let's talk business. Any allergies I need to be aware of? I really want to go all out and take you somewhere nice. You are definitely worth maxing my credit card."

You laughed and tried not to let the nickname used get to you.

A subconscious part of you was still Joker's Light, his Bunny, and every other pet name in between. You had no business being someone's sunshine. It felt like you were betraying Joker.

Talking and flirting with someone else was an act of betrayal and you began to have second thoughts about all of this.

"Girl! Joker has clearly moved on! Get over him and let Tristan bend you over!" Your mini devil appeared on your coffee table and tried setting you straight.

She enlisted help from her arch nemesis and you were shocked when your figurative angel materialized next to her, nodding along.

"She has a point Y/n. It's been months. It's time to move on although.. I suggest taking this slow so no bending on the first date." She glared at your imaginary devil in disdain.

Tristan stole your attention when he asked if you had been to a certain restaurant. You totally forgot you were on the phone with him! You were quick to reply and shake your head clear of any imaginary angel and devils talking to you.

You and Tristan talked all afternoon and at one point you asked if you were keeping him from work.

"Technically I'm on a very important conference call Y/n.."

You could see his flirtatious smirk over the phone and your heart warmed knowing you were important enough to take up his entire day.

You didn't mind the long conversation since you've been alone for months and needed human interaction. You honestly didn't care that things were progressing way too quickly with Tristan. It beat moping around with a broken heart and wishing for Joker to return.

Tristan was a breath of fresh air and offered you a new start in your dating life. You were ready to jump all in even if it was risky.

You nodded and answered his question. "Yeah Σtella is perfect. Will you make the reservations for us or let me guess. You know a friend of a friend that can get us a table on short notice?"

He laughed to himself but mentioned he did have connections, 'None like that I'm afraid.'

You could tell the connections were nothing nefarious since Tristan didn't have a single criminal bone in his body. After being around Joker for so long you could single out people's evil intentions. It was one of the many habits you had to quit cold turkey.

It would take some time to purge Joker from your life but you had to. He abandoned you and you couldn't dwell on it anymore.

Tristan ended the call to make the dinner reservations. He offered to pick you up but you politely declined.

Something told you it was best to keep him far away from the apartment until you knew for certain that Joker wasn't coming back. You were still optimistic that your dark clown would return and things would go back to normal but until then, you had to fend for yourself and take care of your own needs.

A black dress was selected from your closet with a low back. It would go great with your braids and the heels you already picked out. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready and desperately trying to shake off your cold feet.

Halfway through your glam session, Tristan texted you with a time and a suggestive line about saving room for dessert.

It made you flush red and make a split decision to change your underwear into something more racy.

If tonight was just dinner that was okay but if Tristan turned out to be a man of action and not just all talk, then you wanted to be prepared. You could be a slut for one night. It's secretly what you wanted.

You twirled in the mirror and liked what you saw. A strong confident woman moving on and taking the initiative.

You liked Tristan and he made it very clear that he liked you too despite just meeting earlier in the day. He wanted to see where this could go and you readily agreed being attention and touch-starved due to Joker's absence.

You were ready to date again but you did stop and consider the possibilities of Joker finding out.

Joker was very possessive and he had eyes and ears all over Gotham City. It would be nothing for him to find out you were going on a date but his actions as of late showed that he didn't care anymore. Joker ignored your numerous phone calls and texts.

Each one went unanswered. It was safe to say you were single now so you would act accordingly.

But with all the guesswork floating in the air, you weren't going to think about Joker tonight. He was banned from your mind. Tonight you were going to have fun and enjoy yourself with another man and begin anew.

Tonight was about you and your needs. If Joker couldn't provide, you'd go out and find someone who could. You kept that thought in mind all the way to the restaurant.

"I still think that waiter was staring at you too much. I get it, you are stunning– d__n, this dress will be the death of me– but my brother. She's on a date with me. I'm the luckiest man alive!"

You tried your best to ignore his happiness and keep things cordial. The two of you had come to a stop at the main entrance to your apartment complex.

"This is me." You pointed to the locked door.

Tristan admired the tall white building with a nod but there was an awkward air floating between the two of you. You just wanted to go home, Tristan was expecting more from the date.

Unfortunately Tristan was terrible at reading your body language. Or maybe you were just a good actress.

"Y/n did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" It was a lame excuse to stay in your presence a little bit longer. You awkwardly laughed and dodged his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

By all accounts dinner was textbook perfect. Tristan was ever the gentleman all night but his eyes were anything but. He listened to you talk and sprinkled in his opinions all the while complimenting you as a person.

There was a connection between the two of you and he made sure the conversation kept flowing to allow that spark to grow. Yet his eyes devoured you as if you were the main course and gave away his true intentions.

You wished his lust could ignite a flame within you; it didn't.

The food was amazing and you lost the fight on who would foot the bill. Tristan simply winked and said you could pay next time.

He was so confident that there would be a next time, you found yourself almost agreeing on another date. Everything was just so natural with Tristan. Normal was... nice but you longed for the unpredictable insanity that Joker brought to the table.

You shook your head in frustration. No matter how much you tried to forget about Joker, he was always in the corner of your mind, bearing down with his larger than life presence.

Even in the restaurant you felt like he was watching your every move.

You knew Joker's stretch of power knew no bounds. Your stomach was in knots at the thought of being discovered. Joker's goons could be anywhere; Joker himself could be seated at any of these tables ready to ruin your date, kill everyone in the vicinity, and drag you back home.

The possibilities were endless and before you knew it, you were in the early stages of a panic attack until Tristan cupped your cheek and distracted you.

Tristan was right there with his suave demeanor and sultry smirks.

"You okay sunshine? I hope you're not having second thoughts about the chef's choice. If you don't like it, you can always order something else." He smiled in the low lit room.

Any girl would fall head over heels for a man like Tristan. He was attractive, successful, and he had an air about him that was alluring. He was the perfect man, that is, if you liked boring.

Joker spoiled you for other men. You could never go back to charming businessmen or witty accountants.

You didn't want someone you could bring home to Mom. You were hooked on grease paint, cigarettes, heartache, and dark clowns that blew up hospitals for fun.

It was either before the main course or after one of Tristan's stories about his latest project that you realized, this wasn't going to work.

You smiled through the date out of respect and waited until he walked you home to let him down softly.

Tristan was a great guy, just not for you. Even worse, the guy was oblivious to the fact that you weren't interested anymore.

He was unfazed by your change in demeanor and flicked a wayward braid back over your shoulder. "I'll tell you again, you are gorgeous. I'm kinda tempted to take this dress off and see what's underneath. I bet she's beautiful too."

He moved in to hug you while you stiffened up in his arms. His attempts at flirting were now trashy and rude in your mind.

You didn't want Tristan anymore. You wanted Joker's warm arms holding you close— although you felt awful for still craving Tristan's attention. It was all you had. Could beggars be choosers?

Your hands wrapped around your date against your better judgment. You'd regret this later for sure. Your eyes wandered around the area as you berated yourself for stringing Tristan along.

Hugging him back went against your plans of kicking him to the curb and going upstairs to sleep off this terrible date. Your big citygirl plans of moving on were all for naught and you wasted perfectly good lingerie for a lame rebound date.

The street lights were on and oddly enough, it was just you and Tristan on the street.

The area usually had foot traffic even at such a late hour but it didn't register in your brain as odd. It was only when Tristan's hands moved to cup your backside that you locked eyes with a figure across the way.

He had a hood on but you saw him shaking his head at you in disappointment.

He lifted his head and your eyes widened seeing the familiar clown mask Joker always left lying around the penthouse after heists. That's when dread settled in your stomach.

You forgot Joker had eyes and ears everywhere. How could you be so stupid? He never left. You yelped and pushed Tristan away.

"Woah! Is everything okay, sunshine?" Tristan held up his hands while you began to hyperventilate on the sidewalk.

You didn't imagine things. Joker was still in your life. He was the most jealous man you ever met and you did the unthinkable and gave him a reason to be angry. You weren't safe. Tristan's life was in danger.

"I-It's not safe. I-I-I have to go..." You rambled on.

Tristan arched an eyebrow as you stumbled over your words. He couldn't understand a word you were saying but he knew all too well what was going on here.

"I get it." He smiled and gained your attention with his calm attitude. "I got competition, I'm not surprised. I mean look at you! You are... something else." He frowned when you continued to look away.

He hoped he wasn't being too forward but he felt the spark between the two of you.

Tristan leaned down and kissed you on the lips. It was passionate and sweet, a tad bit addictive but you were too mortified to acknowledge that aspect.

"Have a good night, Y/n. I'll text you later." Tristan gave you one more glance and walked away, leaving you frozen in place.

Tristan had it all wrong. There was no competition however he just signed his death certificate kissing you just then.

You were worried about your psychopathic, jealous boyfriend killing Tristan and then you for cheating. Joker had explicit rules. No one touches what's his.

Not only did you go on a date with someone else, you let that same man kiss you. You knew exactly what was in store for you.

Your eyes darted back across the street where you last saw the goon. They were gone and that sent icy cold fear in your veins. It was only a matter of time that Joker found out about your little tryst.

You were counting the days to your death.

You couldn't sleep to save your life.

It had something to do with the fact that you tossed and turned, gave up and paced the room back and forth, sat up expecting a phone call, text, heck; even a visit from your jealous clown all night. But nothing came. Surely your security detail had already reported his findings to Joker.

If you opened a dictionary and searched for Jealousy, a picture of Joker would be present. It was only a matter of time before J flipped out. You kissed someone else. Joker would be livid.

The silent anticipation was the worst.

You chewed your nails to the quick expecting Joker to barge into your penthouse and go insane. Scared was an understatement. You were petrified of Joker's wrath.

For two days, you walked on eggshells expecting Joker's return. He didn't and as the days grew in number, you panicked all the more.

Tristan also ghosted your phone calls and texts and you mourned the potential romance you gave up all because you were spooked.

You didn't question what you saw that night. You knew Joker's gang mask by heart and Joker was overly protective for it to be some fluke. He made sure you had a security team to watch over you at all times, no matter the circumstances. He would find out soon enough what you done.

Waiting for Joker's arrival was driving you insane to the point that every little noise made you jump.

It was nearing a full week after your failed date when you gave up and lowered your guard. You cut your losses and decided to stop living in fear. A good nap could calm your nerves.

The remnants of the day were bleeding from the sky in warm pastels when you woke up. The room was quiet until the bathroom door opened and your eyes darted over in fear.

Joker was walking out the bathroom, already dressed in loose sweatpants and nothing else.

He was towel drying his hair but immediately locked eyes with your frightened ones once he stepped into the room.

Time stood still as your brain caught up with the moment. You weren't dreaming. Joker was actually here. You weren't ready to face him.

Granted this was not how you expected to reunite with Joker after three months of radio silence and especially not after your brief moment of infidelity.

"J-Joker... you're home." Was all you could gasp out.

He looked the same, albeit a bit fatigued. He was devoid of makeup, letting you see the pure exhaustion etched on his handsome features and the unmistakable hurt swirling in his vivid green eyes.

One look therein had you self aware. Of course Joker knew. Nothing got past him.

"Please, I-I-I can explain!! You were gone for months and I t-thought.. I thought you didn't want me anymore. That you moved on! I was such an idiot! I.. Joker that date meant nothing, regardless of what your henchman told you–"

Joker said your name with such a dejected tone it made the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. "Y/n, shut. Up."

Joker tossed his towel across the room and didn't care that it barely landed on the leather couch before falling to the floor.

He'd worry about that later. His Light was on the verge of hysterics and he was not in the mood.

Joker walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed when you flinched from his touch but he cupped your brown face in his hands nonetheless.

"Y/n. Calm down and look at me." You slowly opened your eyes to glance at J. He was patiently waiting, blinking owlishly at you with an unreadable look.

You couldn't get a good read on Joker and that made you fear him more. Joker noticed and decided to go about this as plainly as possible to not scare you further. The last thing he wanted was you to fear him.

"I know about your... date. 'M not mad at you doll, rather.... at myself for allowing it to happen.Ya see.. I never wanted to leave." He sighed.

You blinked in confusion but let Joker continue.

"I didn't abandon you, Y/n. Never. I'll never do that. I got caught up in a errr.. pickle.. that kept me from my Light. I stayed away to protect you." Joker's thumbs gently stroked your cheekbones as you looked at him in shock.

His rare genuine smile spoke volumes. "It was toooo risky to come back soooo I stayed away. I tried to message ya but it was sabotaged and.... The point is Y/n! It was not my in-tent-ions to leave you all alone. I will always come back to my Light. Believe that pretty girl."

You felt like the biggest fool in all of Gotham. Joker was out risking his life to make it back to you and you gave up on him.

How was he not angry? It didn't make any sense.

"You weren't there. You were gone for months and I felt so alone. I was hurt and..." You tried not to get emotional but Joker's gentle touch and the way he stared straight into your soul with those abnormal green eyes of his was getting to you.

Joker's soothing touch had you breaking down in record time.

"I couldn't help myself! T-Tristan didn't mean anythi–"

In seconds, Joker's tender hold on you turned aggressive. His hands slid down to your throat and squeezed tight before you could finish your sentence. Your startled gasp rang out in the room.

"Don't.. ever say another man's name in front of me! I'll kill him. I'll do it. You. Are. Mine. You got that?" Joker waited until you croaked out a yes before loosening his grip. It was then you saw just how jealous Joker really was. His calm, cool, and collected attitude was all an act.

Underneath his exhaustion was the Jealous psychopath you knew and loved.

He sighed and let go to fuss over you. He smoothed your braids in place and nodded to himself when you were presentable and breathing properly. You were frozen in shock. He didn't even hesitate hurting you.

Joker's fluctuating mood was befitting his personality but it still made you wary. You eyed him sideways and Joker whined knowing you were thinking bad bad thoughts about him.

"M'sorry bunny I just... Argh! You just needed some attention, I. Get. It.. I'm not angry. I'm. Not. Hey.. ya wanna know a little secret?" You slowly nodded and Joker smiled wide before leaning in, almost as if he were to whisper in your ear.

"It was torture for me too. All those nights spent a-parT? Mmm I was thinkin' about you." His fingers played with yours resting in your lap.

"Really?" You asked.

Your mind quickly forgot about his random spurt of anger a moment prior, in favor of his suggestive tone at present. Joker was here and he was finally giving you attention. What more could you ask for?

He knew you loved his hands (and he knew you were touched-starved) and made sure to keep contact with you as he spoke.

"I missed my Princess and I knoooooow–" He yawned mid sentence, "..you missed me. C'mere, my Light. I wanna hold ya."

You hid your smile witnessing Joker be so unguarded and so unlike himself. You could tell he didn't sleep at all these past few months. Dark circles weighed down his gorgeous eyes and he literally made grabby hands at you. It was refreshing to know you weren't the only one touch-starved here.

Joker was the world's lightest sleeper. He could only sleep a full eight hours if he had his Bunny to cuddle up with. You had just woken up yourself but Joker needed his rest and he needed you.

You fell into his arms and he quickly maneuvered the both of you so he lied on the bed with you nestled on his side. You tossed your leg over Joker's hips and he held it there, rubbing his hands along your plushy thighs.

His hands became restless and began re-tracing all of your curves, (as if he could ever forget them in such a short amount of time) and came to a stop at the crown of your head. He hummed contently and left a kiss in your hair.

"I'm sorry you felt alone, Bunny. The plan wasn't supposed to take that long 'n especially not months. I can't promise I'll be able to return quickly, but I will always come back to my Light. Just... just don't give up on me, mkay?"

You nodded and glanced up at Joker. His eyes were closed, yet you knew his focus was solely on you. To prove your point, he opened his eyes and stared directly at you.

His emerald green eyes were drowsy but you could tell his words were sincere. His unique speech pattern was nonexistent the longer the conversation went. You had a raw and honest Joker lying beneath you.

So you decided to be honest in return.

"I promise, J. I won't give up on you. I only want you."

"Gooooood." He closed his eyes again and repositioned his head better on the pillows. "Cuz no one touches what's mine. Expect your uh.. punishment later." He yawned.

"What?!!" You tried to get up but Joker's arms tightened around you, keeping you lying atop of him. You wiggled in his grip and he growled in warning.

"J, I thought you said you weren't mad at me!"

He didn't see you pouting, however his hand still came down hard on your thigh. The sharp sting made you yelp in shock.

"I'm. Not. But ya still need to L-earn a lesson. My Bunny can't be sneakin' off and.. playing with others while I'm away. Tsk. Tsk. I'll uh f__k ya when I wake up. OH! You should rest too. Heh, you'll need your energy."

His warning hardly held any weight with the boyish grin plastered on his face. Without his clown makeup, Joker was a sight to behold.

You would prepare yourself for his tough love later. Right now you wanted to bask in Joker's presence. Three months was too long without him.

You snuggled up closer to your clown and began running your fingers through his hair. He loved when you did that. He was already snoring by the time you leaned up to kiss one of his scars.

"I'm just glad you're back." You whispered.

#thanks anon! #thanks for the ask! #ledger!joker x reader #joker your yandere side is showing #ledger joker x reader #joker x y/n #black!fem!reader #reader insert #dark knight joker #joker x reader #heath ledger #romance #ledger joker #jealous!joker #clingy!joker #give this man a hug #you weren't expecting this were you? #a different spin on jealously! #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #his lighthouse #heath joker

[bluetooththereptile]

Joker is Robin?!

I mean the film theory on YouTube had the same theory that joker had died and the new joker was actually the Robin that was supposedly dead. What if I write a fic about a Robin, a boy that was there before Jason, and he was kidnapped and imprisoned by the joker to be tortured? Only Bruce, Dick and Alfred know of the boy and everyone else thinks the boy was actually Jason but with a different suit, and Jason himself thinks the boy before him was a kid that had given up his place as the Robin.

Now years has passed and joker is making father and son face each other. But Bruce this time has a belt full of vials and a very very warm and cozy place for him in the bat cave, he will take his boy back.

Maybe Harley after her breakup is clinging to the new joker hmm?

#blue talks #yandere batman #yandere dc #yandere x reader #yandere batfamily #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne #yandere #dc #dc comics #batman x joker #dc joker #joker x reader #male reader

[support-force]

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#nadine kerastas #hellenic polytheism #yandere imagines #chile #childe x reader #高崎かなみ #the joker #hannah murray #wicca #ai

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Joker x Reader with Chronic Pain Headcanons

💚 After being captured by The Joker, you were terrified. Anyone in your position would be, even if you were, apparently, the object of the clown's affection. You were under the watchful eyes of both The Joker's lackeys and the Clown Prince of Crime himself, and the thought of angering them was horrific. So you tried to keep your mouth shut. Most of the time, the pain was somewhat bearable, but being restrained in such a manner made it agonizing.

💜 You can't hold it together. Who could? Your muscles screamed in pain. Your head pounded and throbbed. Your whole body was alight in agony. Your body heaved as you began to quietly sob. What else could you do but cry? Maybe you'd at least be able to cry yourself to sleep to escape the pain judt for a moment - but a sudden explosion of noise makes you wince and flinch, migraine pounding in your skull. The Clown quickly took notice of your tears and read his goons the riot act. Who did it? Who hurt his darling? Was it him? What about him? Nobody answered, though. He muttered something about cowardice before kneeling in front of you, cupping your face in his gloved hands, asking in a soft voice what was wrong. Disoriented and tired, you told him.

💚 You assumed this aspect of you would make him turn on you. Maybe, hopefully, see you as not worth keeping and send you off if you're really lucky. But if anything, this made The Joker more protective of you. None of his men were allowed to touch you. He didn't trust them not to make anything worse. Only he could help you unless it was an emergency. He kept you locked up in his room almost at all times. The TV was on at all times, you were left with some things to read and games that would strain you, all while laying on the comfiest bed he was able to pilfer in the dead of night. Oh! And the very soft handcuff he attached to the bedpost to keep you from running off, of course. Only the best for you, sweetheart.

💜 He'd make sure to get anything he thinks may help. Ointments, medicines, heating pads and ice packs… Hell, he might just kidnap doctors or physical therapists to begin a care plan if he had even the slightest inkling it may help. He wanted to show you just how deeply he cared for you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you. No lengths he would not go. All he could hope for is that you'll see how much he truly adores you. That you feeling okay and being without pain was all he could ever hope for, ever dream of.

💚 One night, while you lay together with something playing on the TV, both of you silhouetted by the light of the television, does he tell you. After his impromptu bath in the ACE Chemicals factory, he was left with lifelong burning sensations. They came and went. Sometimes he could hardly see or breathe. Other times, he could hardly feel anything at all, like he'd gone entirely numb. Nobody else really knew, but he wanted you to. To know he understood. To know you weren't alone.

💜 He loves making you laugh! Maybe now even more so than he already did. Laughter is the best medicine, after all! And he's so glad he could take your mind off your pain, even if just for a moment. 

#yandere joker #yandere x reader #yandere dc #the joker x reader #yandere joker x reader #joker x reader #dc x reader #btas x reader #tnba x reader #arkhamverse x reader #batman (2004) x reader #yandere #x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons

[helpfandom]

Analysis on YANDERE PLATONIC TAS villains. Pt2

Harley Quinn

Joker

Harley + Joker [Reluctant team-up, they want nothing to do with each other]

Killer Croc

Scarecrow

Penguin

TW: Use of the word 'Mommy', 'Daddy', and Dumb-ifying/Babying.

For the Yandere Archtypes: https://www.tumblr.com/helpfandom/724022554446135296/types-of-yandere?source=share Once, again, yandere_auxillary made it, I just can't find them for some reason.

I set apart Harley and Joker because they would be different depending on if they are together or not, hence why there are two versions of each. One alone, and one together.

Harley: See, her characteristics when alone would be, Impulsive, Delusional, Sadistic, and Clingy. Sadistic and Clingy are supposed as opposing forces, but it's actually not true. Her sadism comes from the fact that she doesn't mind see you get hurt trying to escape, {and even slightly enjoys it}. Her clinginess comes from never having this feeling before as a kid, or even towards a kid, and her being confused, even a little scared of this feeling. She doesn't try to find out more about you, she's delusional after all, she truly thinks that you're just like her. Her delusions are something that you will just have to deal with, as she completely believes that you love her too. To break her delusions would end with Reader being harmed physically, or to end up locked alone in a room, waiting for her to open up the door and let you back out. She's impulsive in that she is quick to kidnap, not even knowing your name at that point, but knows she wants to be your Momma. She doesn't stalk you, she's too impatient for that, but she keeps you in her mind. The next time she sees you, she attempts to kidnap you. She would fight Joker for you. She's not always going to be there for you to be considered her 'kid', nor will she truly take care of you fully. Not enough for a developing child. "Momma's here!~ Come here baby, Mommy got some new jewelry for her baby. Just let Mommy take care of you!"

Joker: Yikes. Good luck. Sadistic, Impulsive, Possessive, some of the worst traits to have. He would be fully willing to push you into acid like he fell into, if it meant having you stick around with him. He would not entertain the idea of you even having other parents. Not even Harley could attempt to take you away from him. He's always been shown to be impulsive, and possessive, with Episode 47, season 1, when Harley teams with Poison Ivy. Imagine that, but much much worse. He would refuse to let anyone get close to you. He would feel nothing but glee when you try to escape, only to be harmed by his hyena's. He found a kid {you} and decided to try to poison you against Batman, quickly kidnapping you and taking you home. Finding your uncaring attitude intriguing and hilarious. He will constantly take you places, only to kill or threaten the people who try to help you, and then take you back home where he tries to get you to help with a plan. He's gritting his teeth together, fed up with you refusing to help him. "Listen here kid. You're going to help me with my next thing, or your other-family says beddy bye."

Harley + Joker: Impulsive is the one thing that the two share from their alone counterparts. (Surprising, considering what they shared, but I'll explain.) Self-Indulgence, is the next characteristic that they have. Despite all that they share, they bounce off of each other with jealousy, causing their Sadism to in fact, go away, because they are busy trying to poison you against the other. Terms like: "Come here suga', Mommy's got you some brand new jewlery, did Daddy get you some jewlery? Well, it's not as shiny as Mommy's is it? or "Doll, did Mommy get you some cheap-o jewlery? Well, good thing that Daddy got some candy for you!" are commonplace and you half-way expect it to be quite honest. They often fight and make-up, before fighting the next day and making-up the next. Wash, Rinse, and Repeat. As much as they hate each other and the way that the other parent raises you, they hate the alternative to leaving, or making the other susceptible for Batman to take you away from their loving grasp. "But who do you really love, sweetie? Mommy, or Daddy? It better be me.

Killer Croc: He is Clingy, Obsessive, Overprotective, and Self-Indulgent. His fear of being inadequate and being seen as nothing but a monster, [which is why he does crimes. If you see me as a monster, maybe I am a monster. Maybe I'll show you what a monster looks like.] is why he is all of those traits. He fears that the one person who is indifferent to him / nice to him [Reader, or You,] would be eventually changed to fear him by Batman. Killer Croc would be the type to baby you, even dumb-ifying you if that makes sense. His fear of inadequacy makes him put restraints on you, even once we're past the escape phase, putting gloves on you, being Overprotective so much, because he wants to keep his little baby safe. He sees you as a 'baby' because of your indifference to him being a mutant of sorts, and sees that indifference as naivety. He craves your approval and needs you to need him to do everything for you, hence, his baby-ing. Just let him control your every action and love him for it, okay?

Scarecrow: He is Impulsive, Manipulative, Obsessive, and just a bit Sadistic. He's less likely to experiment on such a nice darling who knows that he was a professor or wants to learn more about what he taught, but punishment wise... He's not afraid to use fear gas. He doesn't want to use fear gas on you, more complacent to study his own psychology, and why he's obsessed with you, and he can't study that if the subject is missing his child... He's impulsively manipulative in the way that he's immediately jumping to a plan to manipulate Reader into coming into his grasp. He just wants to put you in a little container and watch everything you do, just to study you like a little pet. Just make sure you don't run away, m'kay?

Penguin: He is very Clingy, Overprotective, and Impulsive. He's been betrayed over and over again by people he thought he could trust, been kicked out of the society he tries and desperately wishes to join, so when he finds a darling who gives no shits, and cares not for what he is, so long as he is a good person? He impulsively falls into a platonic love, wishing to become the parent he wishes he could have, and what kind of parent would he be if he didn't protect his kiddo? He wouldn't let you out at all, fearing the upper-class or BATMAN might get their insufferable claws into you, sinking fear of him into you. Not quite like Killer Croc, because Killer Croc is fearful because he is seen as a monster, Penguin is scared that you'll learn of his crimes and become afraid of him, and that would simply break his heart. As soon as he has an opportunity to take you away from the society, he will kidnap you.

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

If it’s not too much of a bother could I request a Yan! Vincent, undertaker, Sebastian, Claude, (and maybe Joker) with a Neytiri! Reader from Avatar (2009) if you have not watched the first or second movie then you can decline this request if you wish.

Neytiri Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Well if being 3 meters tall wasn’t enough to make you an oddity it’d be the blue skin and carrying a respirator around. You’re either the attraction of some side circus show or living as an outcast struggling to grasp the English language and bizarre culture: 

Vincent Phantomhive 

“Oh, oh my–you’re a vision of beauty.”

He doesn’t fall immediately 

Its a matter of interest 

Of course, a blue sentient creature walking around is something The Queen most certainly has a problem with

And he most certainly can’t leave you to the whim of ill-fitted criminals

“How about you stay with me…you understand me, don’t you? I’ll give you a home.”

Eventually, fascination will turn into obsession as you continue to amaze him with every passing day

It kills him when he can no longer keep your existence a secret 

But he’s going to try his hardest

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you? Even if it means burning with me, right?”

Undertaker 

“My my! Never ‘ve i seen a bean like you before. It be a feat to fit you for a coffin!”

You’re his latest case study

Even when threatened by your makeshift arrows he laughs 

“My my! The rose has thorns!”

He does so enjoy seeing how you do things 

Your inclination to nature and just all the nuances unfamiliar to him

But he finds the most enjoyment when you begin to be pursued 

Either by avid mobs or determined showmen

He finds a newfound pleasure in eliminating them

“You all must be interested in coffins for yerselves. Its a shame I’m using all my wood for someone else.”

Sebastian Michaelis

“Well young Master, you’ve already invited a giant demon hound into your home I doubt whatever they are will be that much of a stretch.” 

Your anomaly status garners his interest as it does anyone 

But he relishes in the knowledge he has of you

Especially beyond your basic respiratory needs

Your habits, the English words you understand, your inclination to nature

“I for one quite enjoy their presence. They're almost better behaved than you, young Master.”

It just the cherry on top that you happen to attract the perfect dredge to defeat feast upon

“Come on then, we must be done by dinner.”

Claude Faustus

“Oh dear, must I care for another than your highness.”

It’ll be Alois’ interest rather than his own

Set to watch you learn the world as Alois presents it 

Not on his watch

“Here when you drink, hold it like this…saying this now I realize that you’re hands dwarf the silverware. My apologies.”

You become an outlet 

A blank slate he can enjoy be in the company of

When his plans are set in motion he’ll be sure to put you in a role he appreciates 

“Now all you have to is stand still and play your part. The one I want for you”

Joker

“...Don’t I know just the place for you!”

He’s thrilled to add you to his circus

Only realizing that you're not as animalistic when threatened

“H-hey! Don’t get cross with me, this is just a precaution!”

When you two find a rhythm he discovers his hatred

His hatred of others wonder

He wanted to be the only one to give you that

So as long as you’re still oblivious he’ll begin restricting you

Locking you away as soon as the curtains close

“Come now Sapphire, we need your rest. Most of all.”

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere joker #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis x reader #yandere sebastian x reader #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere undertaker #yandere adrian crevan #yandere vincent phantomhive #yandere vincent #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere claude faustus #yandere claude x reader

[killuagirly]

Yandere!Noah's Ark Circus[Separate] x Reader

Summary: Noah's Ark Circus members[Separate] seem to have a thing for you, but it only gets worse as you don't notice their obvious attempts to court you. What might they do in return?

Notes: I LITERALLY WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS FOR NO REASON AT ALL. The idea for this was taken from this post, but slightly changed up to fit more general circumstances. [Also because this is Yandere yk] I tried to make sure they all had a lil' sum but writing for this many characters in one post obviously means less content per character. Hopefully I'll get around to the main characters too, like Ciel, Sebastian, and so on.

CW: Yandere, Obsessive tendencies, Possessiveness, Slight mentions of violence[nothing really bad], etc. Read at your own risk!!

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Joker

☆ The 'ringleader' has special tricks up his sleeve just for you. It really couldn't get more obvious to everyone around you when he's leaving gifts outside your tent that range from flowers to clothing and so much more. He'll make sure you acknowledge his tricks and jests during the announcing and performances by making silly inside jokes between the two of you during the show.

☆ Eventually he may start to notice patterns in your behavior when you take his romantic gestures lightly, as nothing more than two close friends. Experimenting to see if his assumptions were correct, he even went as far as kissing you on the cheek before wishing you goodnight after one of his shows.

☆ As he suspected, you only laughed it off and told him goodnight in return. He starts to wonder if the way you keep looking the other way is because you may already have eyes for someone. If even it may seem so, Joker keeps his cool and focuses on improving your view of him. No action will need to be taken if he can simply draw your attention away from other.

☆ If means necessary, he's not hesitant and will slowly push everyone away from you to worm his way into your heart. If it gets to the point where your unmindful habits could be taken as rejection, he may be the type to just outright tell you about his feelings for you. If you still brush it off as some kind of joke, I pray for you because this man will take it to no means end to make you understand his love for you.

Beast

☆ One of the most gorgeous women you'll ever meet, falling for you. Honestly, I'm jealous. Beast is the one who'll communicate her love for you through silent actions, no doubt about it. She'll be your shoulder to cry on, help you with any questions or concerns you have regarding the circus, and you can always come to her with outside troubles as well.

☆ Beast honestly would most likely get upset rather than offended once it hits her that you aren't receiving any of her hints in a romantic context. Maybe she was going about it the wrong way? No, you're just unaware of her feelings towards you. No worries, she can just lay it on a bit thicker so it's within your grasp. After that, how could her love for you still go unnoticed??

☆ If you still manage to get past her flirting however unbothered, she'll probably start looking for outside causes. Could it be that you've got your mind elsewhere? Beast might actually begin to grow self-conscious because of the situation, wondering if you could be judging her for 'flaunting' or 'showing off' her body feature due to her costume. She might even start thinking about changing her main performance outfit.

☆ She may also outright ask you about what you think of her choice of outfit or general body shape saying something along the lines of, "I'm only curious t' know what y' think." In the context that she believes you're thinking of another in a romantic sense however, Beast might get a little pushy with you making sure that you're out of the path of anyone who could be considered a threat.

Dagger

☆ Dagger is literally a whole other story once he's fallen for you. He's very outgoing and honest, not to mention he'll literally serve you compliments on a silver platter for completing even the simplest of tasks. You wore something new today, did your hair differently, got new pair of shoes? He's dying to tell you how great you look, showering you with love and affection.

☆ Is it even possible to stay oblivious to this boy's feelings? He's all over you all the time, craving your praise, attention, literally anything and everything he can get out of you. So how and why on earth would you not acknowledge his efforts to present his feelings for you? It definitely runs through his mind that you could genuinely not feel the same for him.

☆ Honestly, try getting him off of you once he's realized you aren't giving him the attention he wants anymore. Dagger isn't the type to act desperate, but it can surely come off that way at times. He'll even outright bring up this form of, "neglect," you've been giving him. I hope that he doesn't suspect anything between you and another member of the circus, because he'll do anything in his power to keep them away from you.

☆ Dagger often proposes that you both train together, help him out with his act, or even silly little things like eating at the same table together in order to draw you out of any situation involving someone he sees as undeserving of your attention, insisting that you come with. As persistent as he is, he does know his boundaries and won't take it too far, most of the time anyways.

Doll

☆ Doll is an awfully touchy person, and she isn't afraid of showing it. When she's not all dressed up with the main cast, she'll be out and about following you around left and right. This girl could talk for hours without getting bored and proves it when she's with you by literally talking your ear off. Not that you really mind, especially when she's coming up with some new ways to compliment you. Calling you, "alluring," and "incredibly skillful."

☆ She's also very expressive with you, not caring to hide much from you. You'll probably know about how she's a first-tier member long before the sharing secrets phase in a friendship. She also enjoys helping you in every way she can, teaching you tips, tricks, and everything she can about the circus since she's, "more experienced than y'!"

☆ Eventually she comes around to flirting with you shamelessly so, trying to catch your interest. "Lookin' great t'day love," and trust me, it doesn't stop there. Coming around to your disregardful mindset started annoying her though. She'll probably go to Snake or one of the other members in hopes of figuring out what she's doing wrong. "How can't they not see 'm 'n love with 'em?"

☆ If it ever comes to a point where she believes that you may be in love with someone else, she will literally drive herself crazy about it. "Why don't they love m' like that, 'm I doin' somethin' wrong?" She'll pull you along, adamant that you spend more time with her instead of someone who's unimportant. Doll's jealousy is laid out on display for you, and she isn't shy about it either.

Wendy

☆ Spending time with you has become the highlight of her days, and she could go on and on about whatever is on her mind just relaxing and being with you. Wendy fawns over things like your choice in style, your makeup on that given day, honestly anything and everything that is noticeable about you. She's such a sweetheart, caring for you and making sure you've got everything you could ever need.

☆ Wendy is the yandere who might not even realize that her feelings towards you are considered romantic at first, taking her heart's increased pace as simply enjoying time spent with you as her friend. Once she does come to this realization, she's lovestruck and infatuated with you like no other. Honestly her change in behavior would probably be considered a bit concerning by the other members.

☆ If she actually starts flirting or making moves on you and you manage to overlook her signals, she'll automatically go into overthinking mode. It would go something along the lines of, "What 'f they don't find me attractive? D' they think 'f someone else 'ere 's prettier than me??" Peter would probably be the one to notice and calm her down.

☆ In the ensuing days, she'd probably get after anyone who got a little too close to you for her liking. Her main focus would be regaining your full attention, which much to her appeal, would probably be easy given her outgoing nature as your close friend. You can take my word for it when I say this girl isn't letting you go so easily, practically dragging you along with her just for some attention.

Peter

☆ Peter is a little ignorant when it comes to showing his love for you Trying to court you for him is like trying to survive falling into a volcano, it's seemingly impossible. Don't underestimate him though, he does try his hardest for you. If you ever need help with your act, he's there for you. Couldn't grab a bite to eat from the mess tent in time? He'll share with you, just keep your mouth shut about it or he might get embarrassed.

☆ For a while, Peter might be in denial about this little crush of his. After that stage passes however, he goes right into, 'If anyone at all ever hurt them I would take them out with my own two hands.' Not to mention he just might follow you around like a lost puppy, seeking out your attention. Though he'll never say it aloud, he does enjoy your when your attention is completely focused on him and him alone.

☆ Once he realizes that you aren't understanding his hints, - bypassing his love for you - he just gets straight up pissed. What is he doing wrong? Is it because of his condition that you might find him unattractive compared to other circus members?? Bless your soul, if you thought he was clingy before he's not letting go of you now, and anyone who tries to start up a conversation with you is rudely interrupted by a short blonde who isn't having it.

☆ Peter will go off at anyone who tries to speak with you even if it's simply an everyday conversation, no romantic ideals involved. He won't make it seem like the reasoning behind the way he's treating the lower-tier members is his jealousy and possessiveness over you, but some like Wendy might notice him having more sudden outbursts. He'll go as far as physically hurting someone over a harmless compliment about you. In his eyes, he should be the only one telling you such things.

Jumbo

☆ Jumbo's ways of attempting to court you seem the usual, showing off his strengths and starting small talk with you. He enjoys the simple things, like complimenting your skills whenever you do well during practice, or listening to how your day went. Whether you're feeling down in the dumps, or having a wonderful day, he's always there to listen and chat with you.

☆ The silence or calming atmosphere will put him at ease while he simply basks in your presence, even being near or just seeing you after a long day at the circus is enough to put a smile of his face. He cares a lot for you and your well-being, and simply can't imagine a world without you anymore. He may become aware of his feeling much later than he should, and once he does he begins noticing the other things too.

☆ Like how you simply turn your back when he's performing, of course you watch every now and then but you only pay attention to him as much as a good friend should. Jumbo probably starts realizing that you may not feel the same way for him as he does for you, which he simply takes notice of to try harder. Playing the harmonica for you, complimenting your tastes as often as he can, and so on.

☆ Eventually he understands that his efforts are going completely unnoticed in any kind of romantic sense. Could it be someone else has you wrapped around their finger or are you simply oblivious to his methods of courting you? Jumbo definitely seems like a gentle giant, so he probably won't hurt anyone even if they are testing their limits with you. Just a menacing glare from him and they'll know to back off, and he'll only even go that far if they're getting awfully touchy.

Snake

☆ Snake trying to court you is.. practically bound to go south. Well, from his view anyways. He just wants your love and attention, but he's much more closed off than most of the other members which makes it harder to get his feelings through to you. He may absent mindedly gravitate closer to you in public settings, but he still doesn't say very much to you in his own voice.

☆ He prefers to let his snakes talk for him, not often speaking to anyone himself. However, for you, he'll start slowly trying to start small conversations even if they only last moments. Sometimes he even watches you from afar while you're busy training with your act. When you notice him, maybe even flash him that pretty smile of yours, his cheeks will get all flushed and he'll scurry away.

☆ Snake is rather insecure about himself, so he automatically assumes the way you brush off his subtle attempts of flirting with you is because you couldn't be interested in him with his out of the ordinary looks. In addition to that, he's probably not all that offended or upset if you tend to shrug him off just taking it as if he's not good enough.

☆ Although, the other members[especially Doll] may end up offended on his behalf when noticing he the efforts he's putting in for you. He's trying his hardest, isn't he? Snake may be hesitant to step in if the cause of your disinterest in him is the fault of another who's caught your eye. Given his timid nature, I highly doubt he'd go to the extent of acting upon your disinterest in any way besides simply trying even harder for you.

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Masterlist

#KilluaGirly #Kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji: Book of Circus #Black Butler: Book of Circus #Book of circus #Book of Circus x Reader #Kuroshitsuji x Reader #Black Butler x Reader #Yandere Kuroshitsuji #Yandere #x Reader #Joker Kuroshitsuji #Yandere Joker Kuroshitsuji #Beast Kuroshitsuji #Yandere Beast Kuroshitsuji #Dagger Kuroshitsuji #Yandere Dagger Kuroshitsuji #Doll kuroshitsuji #Yandere Doll Kuroshitsuji #Wendy Kuroshitsuji #Yandere Wendy Kuroshitsuji #Peter Kuroshitsuji #Yandere Peter Kuroshitsuji #Jumbo Kuroshitsuji #Yandere Jumbo Kuroshitsuji #Snake Kuroshitsuji #Yandere Snake Kuroshitsuji

[j0kers-light]

Hi! I hope you are good, I don't know if the commissions are open, but if they are, could you do a Ledger!Joker x reader in which the reader tends to go party frequently, have an active and open sexuality, be reckless and have a sassy/funny attitude? (Reference: Tony Stark for example) if you don't want to, that's okay. I just never see female characters/readers like this, usually they are extremely good girls or have the serious Black Widow/bad girl personality, so it's always guys characters who get to be this way without being criticized about it.

I am very curious to know how she would interact and deal with J, since they would have some things in common but be very different and crash a lot at the same time.

Maybe J and the reader have a not serious relationship and they are just messing around, because they don't know how to deal with their feelings yet and are afraid of commitment, so there could be some kind of toxicity between them. J gets jealous of reader sleeping with other people and being so reckles when it comes to drink and stuff since he has found himself having to take care of her in bad situations plenty of times so it's his last straw.

It can lead to smutty angry/possesive sex and then go to some fluff at the end where they manage to communicate better and deal with their feelings at the end.

The plot was a suggestion but if you have a better plot idea in mind with that concept, you are free to change it if you end accepting the request. Thank you!! I love your stories and the way you portray Heath's Joker! ♡

His Lighthouse: Bad at Love (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

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August flipping 16th? I'm gonna crawl into a hole and sob cry. BUT wait hear me out! This was an honor to write. As you beautifully said, women are usually depicted as either a damsel in distress or a cut-throat killer. There's no medium for us. Nothing's wrong with that if done correctly, but the minute a female is open about her body (ya know the same way men are celebrated to do) we're labelled sluts and whores. 🙄 Imma try and avoid going on a rant. Moving on...

Heck yeah I will accept this request! And thank you for the kind words! I'm so happy to know you like my portrayal of Joker!

Let's get right into it! I took all your plot points and went to town! Song inspiration is Bad at Love by Halsey! Wow I stayed up too late editing this!! Later loves!

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Joker never was one for feelings. They clouded a person's judgement and made them weak; you made him weak. With your flashy personality, confident smirk, and no nonsense demeanor you tore down Joker's way of thinking and ruined him forever.

You knew he was dangerous, you didn't care. You knew the risk of falling into his bed and agreed wholeheartedly because you were only here for a good time, not a long time. If things got to dicey, you could pick up and move on.

Too bad that Joker fell hard and embarrassingly fast for you. He dreamed of a long time with you. These feelings he had for you, they made him weak but he was perfectly fine with that.

He just wished you would notice and take him seriously.

Joker met you in what would be considered the wrong place at the right time. Rather killing you off after you witnessed one of his criminal activities, you talked... er.. sucked.. your way out of a bullet through your head.

After that, Joker found himself gravitating towards you.

You had a penchant for winding up in bad places and even worse situations. Partying it up at a bash funded by Penguin. Narrowly avoiding being fatally drugged at a rave laced quite literally with Scarecrow's latest neurotoxicants. Almost dying of alcohol poisoning at one of Joker's clubs.

The list could go on and on but with every scenario, you did not care.

It was as if your life was just one big joke. You valued your life, make no mistake, but being in a life or death situation only got a careless laugh out of you. If you died, then you lived a wild life.

Joker was mesmerized by your idealism surrounding death, and it inspired him to offer you protection in exchange for...

"Haha!! Quit foolin' yourself. You just want to have sex with me! That made up protection crap is not necessary. Alright. Where and how do you want it?" You sighed. "I'm a star on my back but whatever suits your fancy."

You began stripping right then and there without a care if someone walked by. He invited you to one of his hideouts and you boldly came, having nothing to lose.

Joker didn't know what to say.

He never met a woman so open about her sexuality and especially one that could see right through his carefully thought out plans. He didn't say no and took you roughly on his desk with the door wide open.

Before Joker knew it, he slipped into a friends with benefits arrangement with you despite neither of you meeting the friends criteria.

He watched out for you anytime you went out to party (which was almost every night) and you paid him back with sex whenever he called.

You could care less about the loosely created agreement. The sex was phenomenal and you acquired a dark guardian angel.

A win is a win, too bad Joker didn't feel the same sentiment.

He wasn't a fool. He knew he wasn't the only one gracing your bed. You constantly rubbed in that fact by bringing men and women into your apartment, posting your conquests on social media, or the worst, extending an invitation for a threesome like it was tickets to a game.

"I don't think Chad, wait what?" Someone shouted at you in the background. "My bad.. Tyler here won't mind sharing." You laughed off Joker turning down your offer before ending the call. "Your loss babe."

It wasn't a loss in Joker's eyes. He didn't want to share.

You were a remarkable woman and he was an overly possessive male. You brought out that nasty trait in him.

Before you, Joker wasn't jealous. He would brush off the hookups he grew bored of but you? You.... you changed something in him. He kept coming back for more.

He wanted so much more with you.

Joker envied each partner you led up to your apartment. Each one got to experience a night with you that should have been his and his alone.

You were perfect for Joker but you made it abundantly clear that you and relationships were a no go.

"Ew commitment? One person for like forever? Ha! Couldn't be me. I like.... variety." You explained as you rolled over on top of J.

It was another late night hookup that progressed well into the pillow talk stage. Joker was glad to know this luxury was reserved only for him.

Others had to be content with just sex before you kicked them to the curb. Joker got the pleasure of sleeping over. Only he could see you in such a vulnerable state. Sleep and looking absolutely soft. You were unaware but you sucked your thumb in your sleep. It was little details like that which made J feel like he was special in your life.

Joker personally wasn't big on commitment but he could entertain the thought if it was with you. Why couldn't you see the potential here? You fit perfectly in his arms as if you were destined to be.

He lived to see your content smile as he held you close, both unconscious and wide awake.

He hummed and dragged his fingers down your spine until you stiffened and moved away. He inwardly sighed. Annnd he lost you. No matter what version he tried, you shut down any romantic advances he made.

During sex he would try and kiss you, you would turn your head and bite the pillow. He tried to hold your hand once and you gave him a bombastic side eye and told him to stop.

You didn't want soft and sweet.

"That's for stay at home wives who crave intimacy with their husbands." You said to Joker once. "They send him off to work with smitten eyes, not knowing he's on his way to see me. He craves raw, primal, hot sex— the kind his wife is terrified of. That's what I want. If you're not going to f__k me Joker, then get out."

He was afraid of offending you so like a love-smitten fool, he gave you what you wanted.

That night your happy moans as he pounded you into the mattress left a sour taste in his mouth.

You spoke your mind and didn't settle for less. It was a trait of yours that he loved to hate. You made Joker fantasize about coming to your apartment, sweeping you up into his arms and making loving to you.

Joker hated the scenario with every fiber of his being but the idea was on loop in his brain every time you were unavailable and he only had his fist for the night.

He jerked himself off to the thought of you on your back, hands enclosed with his as he kissed you softly and languidly rolled his hips into you.

"D-Don't stop, J... I love this." Even in his fantasy you sounded all wrong but it felt so right. A submissive version of you got him closer and closer to his peak night after lonely night.

For once he wanted to cum inside you rather than painting your stomach or back white. You didn't have to be degraded every time he had you.

You deserved to be treated better. He could treat you better. And like a flash of lightning, Joker realized. 

He craved true intimacy with you.

You made him weak. You made him consider bestowing soft and gentle affections upon you in favor of his rough aggressive marking. Joker wanted to cradle the back of your head, not choke you near unconscious.

This had to stop, this toxic relationship he found himself in.

Joker had to get rid of you and these affectionate urges but you were in his bloodstream and he feared you would never leave. He began to loathe when his phone lit up with your contact.

U busy 2nite?😜

He was remiss to reply and he wished that he did. It would have saved him the chaos that soon followed. You were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Neo roped Joker into coming to the club tonight. The top trio noticed how down J was lately and assumed it had something to do with you.

You were like a bad drug and it was time Joker quit cold turkey. Exposing him to someone knew was the best remedy.

Joker wasn't one for public appearances but Neo swore up and down he could chill in the club's dark corner by the cages and people watch without being bothered. Joker still wasn't feeling it however the drinks flowed freely and it was something to do.

Frost became concerned since Joker wasn't a big drinker but the clown was knocking them back with hardly a wince. Frost wisely switched out the shots being sent to J's table with virgin drinks halfway into the night.

Joker could care less. He only agreed to come tonight to distract himself. He needed to get you out of his system.

His green eyes scanned the lively club trying to see the appeal of it all. You once said the too loud music rattled your bones and made you feel alive, possessed almost. You loved the hot humid air and the sultry sway of bodies of the crowd against your own.

It was all sensory. Joker hated it.

He heaved a sigh and waved off the umpteenth female who wormed their way to his booth. Couldn't they see he wanted to be alone?

He didn't want a female in his life if it wasn't you. Then his eyes caught something hypnotic dead center of the club.

Upon first glance, Joker would have never known it to be you, granted the dancer was a blonde but he seen your extensive wig collection. You had every color, texture, and length known to man. Turning yourself into a blonde was child's play and tonight you did just that.

You and your messy space buns defied gravity as you twirled and slid against a pole inside the metal cage.

Joker didn't know whether to look away or kill everyone for staring. He couldn't blame them.

Seeing a dark goddess like you dancing in ten inch heels and practically wearing nothing was truly a sight to see. Your 'outfit' consisted of drapes of silver-like reflective fabric, artistically tucked to cover your breast and pussy and leaving nothing to the imagination.

You were a walking gift just waiting for someone to unwrap. And your eyes lulled potential recipients your way. It was as if the club lights were programmed just for you as they highlighted your body in the best way.

Joker was shaking with pleasure? Anger? He wasn't quite sure. He growled and radioed to Neo. "Why.... is she.... here?"

The club owner's voice immediately sounded in Joker's ear, "Who?"

Joker wished his drinks were actually alcohol. Frost wasn't slick switching them out. "Y/n. In the uhh, dance cage thingy... literally f__king the pole."

Just to prove his point you jumped up and used only your core muscles to remain suspended in air. Your thighs glinted in the club lights and Joker knew you lathered them in that edible body glitter you loved so much. He hated how sticky it was on his tongue but it transformed you into a star dusted beauty so he couldn't complain that much.  

"I didn't invite her! Wait. You sure that's Y/n?" You winked at your audience before flashing them a wide grin as you walked on air, escalating down the pole in a gravity drying spiral.

There was a brief pause before Neo's voice came back over. "D__n, yeah that's her.. Ahem. I uhh, if you want her gone just say the word Boss."

Joker didn't want to dampen your night but he was actively trying to purge you from his mind. Having you dangling right in his field of vision was not helping things.

Joker was about to order you out when a series of gunshot went off inside the club. The fun and jovial air turned into sheer pandemonium in seconds.

You stopped dancing and dropped to your feet to find cover and Joker was quick to spot the shooter aiming way too close in your direction. It only took a second for a seasoned expert to realize the shooter was deliberately aiming at you.

All the breath in Joker's body simply escaped him.

Without thinking, J rushed to your side and tackled you to the floor. Neo and Frost were arguing in his ear but Joker's only thought was you under him going into shock.

Your eyelashes were dusted with silver and chrome colored gems were glued onto your face like intergalactic freckles. You took the club's space night theme very seriously. You never fell short of a perfect club outfit.

In a different situation, Joker would have admired your ensemble properly but right now, the blue and purple strobe lights captured your coloured contacts rounded in fear.

"J.. that's.. That's my ex, Tyler! Why is he?" More pops went off in the background and Joker was pretty sure Frost and Neo were placing bets on who could neutralize the threat first.

Ten grand was a waste of money. Joker wanted this Tyler fellow dead free of charge after hearing your frightened words. Nothing like a bitter lover wanting to get even to dampen a night out.

J moved the two of you behind a wall before he went a step further and shielded you with his body. You were shaking too much to even notice.

There wasn't much protection this far into the club. Joker scanned the area for an exit but that would require walking into the spray of bullets and he would not risk your safety doing that. He spat out orders into his earpiece and he was confident that Neo and Frost would handle this.

For now, Joker turned his focus on you in his arms. "Y/n, doll, look at me. Hey!"

He never seen you so shaken up before. Gone was the reckless and sassy girl that told him where to shove it the first time he met you.

The girl in his arms was afraid and cowering like a baby.

Your stiletto nails bit into his arm but he waited until the strobe lights made another cycle to illuminate a hallway to his immediate right. Joker remembered it led towards the offices and seedy meeting rooms, and subsequently a back alleyway. It was now or never.

"C'mon baby. Let's go." Joker hauled you up to your feet and made a sprint for the hallway.

How you managed to keep up with him in your ridiculous high heels, Joker would study in detail later. The second he hit the back alley, he reported the all clear.

"We're out, me and uh..." J glanced down at you shivering in his arms. "Me and Doll are out."

Oddly Mac's voice sounded over the comms. "Copy. Wheels are nearby, you'll know it when ya see it. We got everything here. Go."

Joker didn't need to be told twice. He found the car with ease and helped you into the back with a gentleness that scared even himself. Hands fastened you into a seatbelt and you swore something tender made contact with your forehead, but it was gone before you could identify what. You were still in shock and weren't aware of anything around you.

You were just having fun like you always did. None of your past flings cared enough to hurt you before but you should've known that Tyler was different.

He was too enthusiastic about being FWB, too eager to stay in touch and when you tried to break things off– the man was too clingy in your opinion– his words haunted you.

"Tch, your reputation precedes you, slut. You just f__k em and keep it movin' but I'm not replaceable sweetheart. Yeah, you'll regret this b___h. I'll make sure of it."

You didn't think he'd try and kill you! Tonight was a harsh wake up call to how your playgirl actions affected others and you obviously couldn't handle it. You failed to stifle your sniffles and Joker wished he wasn't driving so he could hold and comfort you. That is, if you didn't push him away.

Joker made it to your apartment and got you situated. He'd been over so many times, he knew the layout better than his own hideouts. You didn't even bother questioning how J had a key. The less you knew, the better. You were just grateful that Joker took off your heels and got you a glass of water.

"Here uh drinK." You accepted the proffered glass mutely. 

Your hands shook bringing it to your lips but you managed to drink it but not without hyperventilating immediately afterwards.

Joker rolled his eyes but bent down to your eye level to grab your face. Your gems were flaking off due to his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones in soothing circles.

"Look. At. Me. Breathe, doll... ya gotta breathe. See uhhh. Li-Ke this."

Joker exaggerated his breathing hoping you would copy and much to his delight you did– at least enough to calm down. Something in the motion caused you to snap out of your shock. 

"Why are you helping me?" You mumbled.

J echoed your question with a bewildered expression. Why wouldn't he? He was more confused when you jerked your head towards the door.

"You can go. I'll.. um f__k you later." Usually Joker would accept future payments without a second thought however, he was tired of things being transactional with you. Sex wasn't all that he wanted from you.

"Go? I just. Are ya drunk or somethin' doll?" Joker asked. His grip on your face tightened but he would never hurt you. Not unless you asked him to.

"And if I am?" You playfully slurred out. It was common knowledge that you could hold your liquor better than ten men combined. You were mocking him and it was more salt to injury.

Joker stared into your unnatural sky blue eyes. The contacts you wore made it seem like he was talking to a completely different person.

He couldn't understand you and your flippant attitude. It wasn't healthy to brush off near death situations. You stared death in the eye plenty of times for a civilian but you shouldn't have to. You may not reciprocate but Joker cared deeply about your safety. He wasn't protecting you just for sex. He... cared about you.

However, expressing that aloud proved to be quite difficult.

"D__n it Y/n! You act like it's no big deal that you almost died tonight! IT. IS!"

You didn't like Joker raising his voice nor the way he continued to invade your personal space, His hands were too warm on your face and his lips too close to yours. You glanced at them briefly before cleaning your throat.

"Have you forgotten our 'agreement' Joker? You protect me, I spread my legs for you. Simple as that." You said while rolling your eyes. "You never complained before." You grumbled that part under your breath but he heard it clear as day.

Joker didn't know what motivated him to pull the plug but he was done playing games with you. He realized that nothing would come out of this relationship of sorts. You couldn't see what he saw.

"Mm. Then our uh agree-menT is over."

Your lower lip quivered when you felt Joker's hot breath fan over it. It was your turn to be confused. "What?"

Joker clicked his tongue as he let go of your face. Did he have to spell it out for you?

"You are... toxic. A sexy, addictive drug that's more harmful than go~od. You clear-ly don't need meeee when you can have the pick of Gotham to grace your bed. I thought that's all I wanted, a good time. And trust me doll you are very.. very good in the uh fun department but you opened my eyes. I want more."

Joker laughed sharply and patted your cheek, making you flinch. "But you can't handle more. You're stuck in a end-less loop of parties, sex and fleeting moments. There's no rhyme or reason, ya just do it because it's routine. You don't know anything else. You and I are much alike. We hurt people, but your method? Mmm, you leave deep nasty memories that'll never go away. You see, you leave behind glimpses of what could be before disappearing forever. You're an unattainable dream, Y/n. A sweet memory to reminisce on but nothing more."

His words left a bitter lump in the back of your throat. You heard this speech every time one of your lovers realized they deserved better. Joker was breaking things off and you should've been prepared.

They always left.

But you thought Joker was different. You wanted him to see past your party girl façade and save you for real.

"You're wrong.." You mumbled. You could explain if he gave you a chance but it was far too late. Joker turned away from your watery eyes lest he fall back into your manipulative web again.

"I'll uh see myself out." He began walking away and your mind just couldn't take it. You lost count of how many ex's walked out in like manner. Their names were just another blimp in your mind yet you couldn't allow Joker to join their ranks.

He was your guardian; he was supposed to save you!

"Joker?! Please..." Your voice cracked after saying his name again. "S-Stop! Walking!" You finally screeched.

Joker paused his stride and you went on a tangent.

"You're right! I'm toxic and I'm bad at love! I have a reputation in this town as prolific as yours! I party and I flirt and I break people's hearts and move on, all to save myself from heartache! When I fall, I fall hard and I always make the same mistakes. I'm not perfect. Heh.. my ex's will attest to that."

You stalled and didn't notice Joker arching an eyebrow at how you were talking mostly with your hands. Your nails were designed with mirrored chrome polish and more gems.

"If I keep things casual and keep people at arm's length, no one would see me for who I am. Someone desperate to be loved. And then I met you and thought– wow. 'He's gonna break my heart."

You startled J when you raised your head to look him dead in the eye.

"You had me under your spell from the very beginning Joker. I was scared you would break things off or worse– kill me, if I said I liked you. I didn't know what to do so I slipped into old habits. I made sure sex between us was strictly business. You kept me safe and I pretended that each time you took me I wasn't utterly infatuated with you. It worked.. until I saw you on the news with your ex. The blonde one."

Joker was speechless hearing you confess.

All this time you had feelings for him and he ruined his chances for a quick screw (that didn't mean anything) with his psychotic ex. Joker hated the tears that dotted your silver lashes but he didn't rush to wipe them away.

You still had some explaining to do.

"I was jealous! I mean.. you prefer blondes and I'm.. not. So.. ugh. Old habits! I just lost myself in anyone that wasn't you. I successfully pushed you away. You stopped answering my late night texts but I didn't want sex. I just.. wanted you." You sniffed.

It was quiet in your apartment until Joker ended the silence with his unique voice.

"Don'T say stuff ya don't mean doll." Joker uttered.

You could see his labored breathing by the rise and fall of his chest and there was a hungry look in his eyes. It made you emboldened.

If you were sober and perhaps not riding an adrenaline high, you wouldn't have blurted out your desires but you were a bold creature by nature. You loved living on the edge.

So you dropped a bomb that J was sorely unprepared for. "Kiss me."

Joker's eyes widened in shock. He barely heard your demand over the sound of his beating heart. Surely he was hallucinating. You were slowly standing to your feet, mighty and confident with each dainty step towards him.

He failed to turn on any lights when he arrived in your apartment. The moon's glow was your spotlight. You were a vision sauntering over to take what you asked for.

The two of you had never kissed before.

It was the only boundary you set up in this odd FWB situationship you and him agreed upon. In the beginning it didn't bother Joker but as time progressed, he longed to kiss your supple lips.

He yearned to learn the curve and experience the taste of them. Would you taste like your signature lip gloss or a unique flavor of your very own?

He couldn't look away from them now that you asked him to claim them. Your lips parted slowly, as if tempting him further and he almost whined.

"Don't tempt me.." He growled instead.

The only reason why he hadn't jumped on you was the distance you still kept from him. Joker could see a hesitant gleam in your eye even as you stopped to stand before him.

He exhaled the moment your hands rested on his chest. 

"I'm not. I wanna know how it feels, J." You batted your quicksilver lashes and wetted those luscious lips of yours with your tongue. "It's.. it's been ages.."

A lesser man would have died on the spot. Joker was stronger. It only took him a few seconds to lean down to claim his long awaited prize. Joker grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you.

You whined when his teeth caught your lower lip and sank in. The sudden pain startled you but it was welcomed when Joker groaned in absolute bliss.

You kissed others in the past (hence your aversion to the act) but the way Joker claimed your mouth, you realized you've been doing it all wrong for years. With Joker it wasn't just mashing your mouths together and hoping for the best, no.

Kissing Joker was like a forbidden dance rediscovered by mankind.

You were drowning, he was on cloud nine. Your lips were soft and unsure whereas his scarred ones molded itself against yours in the most sinful way. When he moved, he guided you where to go. He smirked when he ran his tongue on the crease of your lips, asking for permission.

He didn't blame you for being hesitant but he did reward your bravery with each new sensation.

Joker sucked on your tongue, licked the roof of your mouth– giving a new definition to making out. It was eye opening.

You were a fast learner and Joker was glad when you jumped up and wrapped your arms and legs around him to deepen the kiss. He didn't waste a second carrying you both to your bedroom.

And the tango only got better. His lips broke away from you to travel the column of throat to nibble and lick at the perspiration collected there. You gasped and tugged at his hair noting it wasn't in its greasy state. You drew back to take Joker in.

The two of you locked eyes at the same time. He breathed in the same air you did and the lustful gaze you sent him went straight to his head.

If he didn't have you now, he'd go insane(r).

He dropped you on the bed and you bounced twice before coming to a rest in the center. You had yet to catch your balance when Joker crawled on the bed to hover above you.

You f__ked Joker numerous times but never did you feel so demure under him. Maybe because he knew your true feelings the atmosphere changed? Your heart was in your throat as he drank you in.

"Look at youuuuuu. A sweet little gift for me. All mine to mmm... unwrap." Joker murmured as his hands roamed over your exposed skin to find the knot that would reveal you to his gaze.

You squirmed with each playful caress and tug. "Is it here? Ah! Noooooo maybe... here?" He cooed.

"Joker.. don't tease!" You whined. J was smart and already examined your 'outfit' back at the club. His eagle eyes noted it all unraveled at your hips but where was the fun in removing it properly?

His dark chuckle made your eyes fly open, "Ohhh you poor thing. Who said I was teasin' ya yet?"

The material was reduced to shreds in Joker's strong grip. Your jaw dropped in disbelief as he cast the remains aside and smirked at your nude body finally accessible for him to fondle.

"That was custom made.." You mumbled. None of it mattered when Joker dove down and captured a pert nipple in his mouth.

You arched into the touch and combed your fingers into his hair. Each of your breasts were lathered in his spit and love and you twitched in need when Joker didn't advance lower. He kept a usual predictable path in bed but he wasn't sticking to it tonight. So of course you got a little testy.

You yanked his hair so he could lock eyes with you. His green eyes were so expressive. "Go lower!"

J just grinned at your sassiness and resumed licking and biting your breasts. He reveled in your frustrated groan until you tried reaching down to touch yourself. Now that was a big no no.

In a blink of an eye, Joker had seized your hands and pinned them above your head. You tried to break free but he just growled at you until you stopped.

"It's not nice to touch other people's things, Y/n. Keep your hands to yourself till I tell ya other-wise." He left open mouth kisses down your neck and ground his erection into your core. It wasn't fair that you were nude while he was still fully dressed.

Joker hadn't dressed up for the club's nightly theme but he looked delectable in all black.

You were staining his suit pants with each rock of your hips, not that he minded. He just angled himself better to stimulate you more. The friction of his pants brushed against your clit and you moaned out loud.

"Give me what I want Joker!"

Of course the idiot ignored you in favor of teasing you further with his warm hands. It amazed you how hot Joker's body temperature ran. He was like a furnace pining you to the bed.

Out of nowhere he smacked your thigh. You yelped at the sudden sting.

"That ain't how ya ask." His long fingernails dragged into the slope of your inner thighs and you sobbed. He was so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.

You don't know how you managed to keep your hands put above your head with the constant writhing your body made on the bed sheets. Every fiber of your being was urging you to touch Joker.

You knew where this was going. Joker wanted you to beg.

You never caved before but tonight's events and spoken words had you desperate and ready to abandon all of your morals. You knew it and Joker knew it.

He also knew you were as stubborn as an ox.

"I want your cock!" Another slap rang out in the bedroom. This one was way too close to your clit and you choked back a moan. You were practically throbbing in need.

"Anngg wrong, doll. Try ooooooone more time." Joker slid his hands to your knees and parted your legs like the Red Sea.

The treasure that lay between them shined like gold. He stared like a dying man who found an oasis.

How could you be so wet when he had yet to touch you? He watched your opening clench around air as a trickle of juices dampened the sheets underneath you. As if he could quit this cold turkey. You were a treat wasted on lesser men.

Joker looked up from your sopping wet pussy when you finally cracked under pressure. He could hear the want in your high pitched whimper. "Please daddy! Please touch me! N-No more teasing!"

He was not expecting that.

You were in-tune with your sexuality and prowess in bed, it was a trait that Joker admired about you. He loved how you knew what you fancied and didn't, although he was wise to notice that you never relaxed and let him fully be in control.

There was always a piece of you that remained assertive during the exchange. Joker wanted to help you embrace being more submissive in bed but he never imagined that you would take the initiative yourself.

He faltered seeing you pout your lip in want. He wasn't sure if this was an act or a genuine desire that muddied your thinking.

Joker was gonna eat you out. His plan was to wring out as many orgasms from you until your mind crumbled into mush but something about hearing a strong, assertive woman like you whimper and call him daddy?

Joker snapped.

The chime of Joker's belt coming loose sent molten lava straight to your pussy and the sight of him fumbling to remove his clothes made some of your natural cocky attitude return. You snorted at his frantic movements but your smirk was smacked right off your face when Joker grabbed ahold of your jaw.

"Look. At. Me. That's it. Look at me when I slideeeee in deep."

Lord knows you tried but your eyes fell closed at the heavy weight of Joker's cock resting at your entrance. The feel of it there had you needy for more.

Joker had forced you into a dry spell by not answering your texts and calls. He was unavailable so you called up your past lovers to assist but they couldn't get you off like Joker could. It was frustrating to suffer through their attempts only to scream and kick them out when that big O alluded you.

Not being able to cum was an insult and a blow to your reputation, so you stopped seeing partners until you figured out the problem.

You hadn't cum in weeks going on a month but you had an answer to your problem. Joker ruined your mind, body, and soul and no one else would do.

You were crying tears of joy as Joker slotted his cock in between your puffy lips to lubricate himself.

In the same instance, his grip slid down from your jaw to your throat. He didn't squeeze too tight but just enough to get the message across.

"What did I just say, doll?"

You forgot you had closed your eyes against his instructions! You flung your eyes open to apologize however J snarled at the foreign color staring up at him. He wanted tonight to be perfect and your dumb icy blue contacts weren't meeting his idea of perfection. He spoke his thoughts aloud.

Joker tapped your temple. "Take these out. Now."

Basic hygiene didn't matter. You nodded and reached up to remove your contacts, flicking them somewhere off to the side. You'd mourn their loss later. You needed Joker's dick more.

Joker watched you blink a few times before fixing him with a timid look. He groaned seeing your natural e/c eyes, blown out in lust, staring at him.

His smile took your breath away.

"There's my girl. No one else's ya got that? This pussy is.. all mine now. If I catch ya giving it to someone else. Well." Joker shoved his dick into you in one smooth thrust.

You screamed at the sudden intrusion with tears dotting your eyes. Joker gave you no warning as he quickly pulled out before ramming his cock back in as deep as he could go.

"Haha.. I'll ahh yes, I'll kill 'em doll. No one. No one touches what's mine!" His eyes rolled back when your pussy squeezed tight around him.

You felt so good he swiftly lost himself to pleasure. His hands flew to the headboard for balance so as to not marr your beautiful skin with his vice-like grip. His neon eyes narrowed when you tried moving yours from above your head.

And so they stayed.

Each cant of his hips bullied his dick deeper and deeper into your pussy as he set a fast and rough pace. It was nothing different from any other late night booty call the two of you shared and you welcomed the pain his dick left inside your walls. It was no secret that you loved it rough and that's what made Joker stop moving all together.

Joker all but froze inside of you and you immediately protested with another frustrated wet sob of his name.

"Shush shush shush I know. I know." Joker hushed your hiccups with a mocking tone. "I want you to feel it sooooo we gotta go slow baby doll."

You let out a shaky moan as Joker began churning his dick in your pussy, unbearably slow. His hands let go of the headboard to grab a hold of your hands still positioned above your head.

He applauded you for listening to his instructions this long and kissed your forehead in gratitude.

You whimpered again when he laced his fingers with yours. "You feel that?" He asked. He stirred his dick deeper with a weak moan of his own.

"Yesssssss you're so deep, J!" You replied back.

He nodded listlessly and scanned your face in awe. You were cock drunk already and barely thinking straight. All those nights jerking off and daydreaming about you underneath him was finally coming true. It was better than he could ever fantasize. Until you just had to ruin it.

"Ah! Please f__k my pussy, J! I wanna cum.."

You were still defiant and that just wouldn't do. He sighed out, "No."

You cried out more pleas but Joker ignored each one to rest his weight completely on you. All the air in your lungs escaped you.

J was heavy in the best way; not too heavy where you couldn't breathe, but just enough to make your head swim. A dopey smile spread across your face.

Joker enjoyed it too since he could make you feel dainty and small like this. You deserved that. You didn't have to be strong all the time and especially not in bed with someone you cared for.

You wanted him and Joker would give you everything. All in due time. He shifted his hips and all but humped you.

Each roll of his hips was like a bolt of electricity to your clit. He filled you perfectly and it teetered on the verge of being too much. You didn't know how much more of this torture you could take.

Tears were running down your face and you knew you were drooling. You were so close to that blessed edge but still far from its reach. You were reduced to babbles when Joker's cockhead tapped against your cervix. "Ow ahh! Yes! Joker, please.. I'll be good just please... mmm! G-Go faster!"

"No. I– nghh.." Joker thrusted too sharply and it made the both of you moan out.

He took a second to catch his breath. He wanted this just as much as you, but he had to be patient. "I won't give in until you give me what I want."

"I don't know!!" You sobbed while squeezing Joker's hands. It was nothing compared to the death grip your pussy had around his cock. If he was going insane, he could only imagine how you were fairing.

So he took pity on you. How could he not when you looked so miserable underneath him?

He licked your tear stained face before whispering in your ear. "You don't know? Awww, you poor thing. I'll help ya. Say it. Tell me you're mine. The moment you do, f__k, I'm gonna breed you, doll." You gasped and Joker laughed at your stunned expression.

"Yeah, I'll turn ya into that smitten wife waiting at home for her husband. Don't ya want that? I know you secretly do, Y/n. Aren't ya tired of playing games, breaking hearts, makin' me so f__king jealous?!"

You clenched around his cock, hearing his words and the feeling made him falter.

Joker squeezed your hands tighter and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. This was torture for him too. You were wetter than you'd ever been and grinding into your pussy was driving him wild. He couldn't stop talking.

"Ahh you r-ruined me doll! I can't get you out of my he~aaad. Your eyes. Your smile... Those stupid funny jokes you make when ya think I ain't listening.. S__t, your pussy! I want it. I want it all. Give. It. To. Me." He bit your neck to stifle his groans.

You almost ruptured Joker's ears screaming so loud.

"Say. It." Each word was punctuated by hard thrusts into your cunt and you grew hoarse trying to fix your lips to voice J's desires.

You couldn't feel your toes anymore but somehow your legs were still wrapped around Joker's waist. It was maddening being dominated in such a way but a small part of you loved it.

You had grown tired of the same routine. Party, flirt, f__k, sleep, repeat.

The idea of submitting to Joker was somewhat appealing. You wouldn't be settling down in the traditional sense, he was The Joker after all, (as if he'd take responsibility if he actually knocked you up) but being content with one partner, to this outstanding man who was pinning you down and groaned in your ear— was making you crumble under peer pressure.

You might be bad at love but now was the perfect time to give it a try. And who knows. Joker might actually be the one that could finally fix you. You found the strength to give into his demands.

"I'm yours! Only yours Joker! Please take me! I want ahhhhhh!!!"

The rest of your sentence was irrelevant. Once you said his name, the last shrivel of his patience evaporated.

Joker folded your thighs up to your chest and delivered on his promise. He said your name like a forbidden secret and snapped his hips into yours with no intention of stopping. His thrusts were unyielding into your sopping wet pussy and your screams drowned out Joker's hushed declarations into your ear.

The weight of each vow grew too much to bear and you fell apart when Joker's dick stroked your g spot one time too many. You swore you fainted, the pleasure was so intense. 

Joker watched your eyes roll back before your pussy sucked him in with frantic pulses.

He lost it too and rammed his cock as far back as he could before emptying everything that he had inside of you. There was just so much to give and judging by your legs spazzing, you took every last drop like a pro. He was floating on the fact that you let him cum inside.

This had to be a dream but your broken moan confirmed this was very much real. You were trying to say his name.

Joker panted and helped lower your legs before rolling the two of you so you could rest on his chest.

Not once did he let you go, not even you jerked back to consciousness, hiccupping. You tried pulling away but Joker wasn't having it.

"Stop. Moving. Ahh lemme stay where I belong." He lazily thrusted up to return back to his original position. You whimpered at the full feeling. Cuddling was.... kinda nice.

You hummed and nuzzled up closer in Joker's arms. "You know normal couples just ask, 'will you be mine? Not bust a nut into their partners."

Joker chuckled hearing your funny personality coming out to play. You were slowly turning back to normal.

He kissed your forehead, sighing. "Mm, I'm noT. Normal. But.. yes. You're mine if that's what you're asking. Annnnd it works both ways."

You peeked at him with hooded eyes. "You're mine too?"

Joker groaned your name and you both felt when his dick twitched inside your pussy.

"Whaddya think, doll? He ahh likes the sound of thaT."  You slapped his chest and J rolled his eyes.

Of course you noticed him dodging the question. He sighed and swept a strand of your hair off your forehead. The blonde wig was pretty but he longed for your natural curls that lie underneath.

"Yes, Y/n. You have me. And not just for the night.. but until ya no longer want me. Mkay?" He bopped you on the nose.

"I might keep you forever." You warned.

You squealed in delight when Joker flipped you over onto your back with a mischievous grin. "Sounds like a plannnn but let's see if you can, uhh, survive the night, yeah?"

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