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Yayy you write for the joker!! Tbh I don't have any preference to any specific media with him, comics, movies, shows etc I don't mind (you can chose if you have a preference to any of these!)
So I was thinking joker x gentle male topdom reader? Where joker wasn't really expecting reader to be as gentle as he is? Maybe reader's got a reputation for being ruthless/cruel. Something like a "mating hunt" going on between them that joker started first thinking he could get reader to loosen up a bit. And that ending in joker crying, overstimulated, clawing at reader because he's pretty sure if reader goes on like this joker's going to die (he's being a bit dramatic here)
Okie that's all!!
Catch Me If You Can
⚠18+ [Sexual] Themes, [The Joker × Villain M!Reader]
Minors, Ageless/Blank blogs DNI
﹂Contains: Joker being Joker, Gentle Top Reader, (Brat?) Sub!Joker, mentions of: kidnapping/capturing and detaining, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight degradation
It's eerily quiet...
The last of the green gas dispersed— only the bodies of a few grunts with permanent smiles on their faces was left as evidence of his little joke.
This was the third incident this week, it was starting to grate your nerves. Who does he think he is? Coming into your warehouses to make a mess of your businesses, exports and dealings.
There was only so much you could let slide before you had enough. Arrangements need to made or at least some type a deal.
It was dangerous territory, that much you knew. So, you weren't shocked to be greeted by a comically large pistol when you ran into the Joker.
"Oh, it's you," he nearly sounded disappointed. "I thought the Bat was on my tail already." His laugh is obnoxiously irking, especially with how careless he waves around the gun.
"So, what brings you to my humble abode?" How you'd enjoy smiting that wide grin off his face, but for the sake of civility you exercise restraint. "I'm sure you know why, clown."
And there he goes with his dramatics again, a hand over his heart as if your words had fatality wounded him. As if he'd ever feel an ounce of remorse or responsibility for the damages he caused.
This goes on for a few more moments. Joker seems adamant on not taking any blame or admission for his doings. Instead of lingering around long enough for a headache to make itself present you let him off with a warning— one he no doubt will ignore and brush off.
Which to no one's surprise, he did. It's as if he made it his personal goal to make your life complicated and littered with inconveniences.
Flaying around explosive throwing cards with his signature embedded on their faces, ruining yet another cargo shipment that arrived the following day.
Now, your not exactly known for being petty but when pushed so much you were bound to burst or at least retaliate. From capturing his goons and spoiling his plans before they get set into course to pursuing him in order to give him a light scare.
It's safe to say the Joker was given quite a few heart attacks from turning a corner and seeing you there. He'd spout curses and snarky remarks before making a break for it, you'd follow shortly after.
It became a long game of cat and mouse but eventually, you grew...bored.
He would run, you'd chase and so it had become routine. So much so that you began to predict where he'd run off to. Sometimes you'd hit the nail on the head, others— which surprisingly were few, you'd turn up empty handed.
Being left with few options, Joker started setting up traps and diversions to evade you. Much to your enjoyment the foolish clown and fell into one for behaving recklessly after spouting off some rather raunchy comments.
Circling around his bound form as he was strung up from his legs wasn't on your agenda for tonight, yet where's the harm in a little detour?
He kept wriggling and squirming like a hare caught in a snare. His blood pumping hot at the thought of what you might do to him now that he's at your mercy.
He would have pleaded to you, said some empty, insincere apologies or something; but all that came out was goading taunts.
He grew to regret those words the moment they left his mouth. You cut him down and unceremoniously dragged him to the center of the barren room. The way you looked down at him sent a shiver down his spine.
His everpresent smile faltered as you lectured him. Scolding him like a child while he pouted and threw a tantrum. And then he had the audacity to ask why? As if he hadn't made damages that costed you well over thousands of dollars.
You swear he heard him whimper when you gripped his jaw. The tension between you two was already palpable, thick as molasses and suffocating. Perhaps that's what finally pushed you over the edge.
His legs were quivering, aching as he fought to keep them spread for you. You hadn't stopped fisting his oversensitive cock, your palm glided so easily with all the cum.
The sweet praises and coos at how well he was doing made his heart flutter in a way it hasn't in a long time. He'd babble incoherently and you'd shush him with featherlight kisses along his neck, chest, or whatever skin you could get your mouth on.
You're being awfully benevolent. It keeps him on edge, waiting for you to lash out or at least deny him sweet release.
Yet you didn't.
If anything you pulled orgasm after orgasm out of him. He was starting to think he'd go insane, especially when you just got finished priming him.
The sound that left the Joker's lips was nothing short of pornographic. Mewling, moaning, even choked sobs would seep from him.
His cheeks were wet with tears, eyes shut tight as he desperately clung to you. Everything felt intense, "too much" but all to good to ask you to stop. He wrapped his legs around your waist, locking his ankles to keep you there.
His whole body shuddered as yet another wave of bliss over took him, mouth falling open with a low whine as you filled up his wet sopping heat.
You weren't done with him though, he was easy to maneuver and readjust. Utterly compliant and amendable as you deftly holstered his legs onto your shoulders. He could feel you in his throat in this position, plowing his insides and hitting all the right places that made his vision go blank.
That smile of his turned into a dopey grin, tongue lolled out with his eyes rolled back. If getting you worked up ended in this, he'd be sure to do it more often.
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Peter Parker, The Spectacular Spider-Man #70 (1982)
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ok so we all agree that if one of them was a girl (or if marvel wasnt scared) they would have kissed right here right? 😒
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Kinktober Day Eight: Wade Wilson
Wade Wilson x Gender Neutral Reader | Sub / Dom & Lingerie |
Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, Sub/Dom dynamics, oral ( M receiving), penetration
Summary: Wade submits to reader's control and ends up wearing black lace lingerie after some persuasion.
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| Day Seven | | Kinktober Masterlist | | Day Nine |
The dim glow of candles flickered against the walls, casting soft, wavering shadows in the room. The air was thick with a heady mixture of arousal and anticipation. Wade Wilson—mercenary, smart-ass, and current wearer of black lace lingerie—was sprawled out on the bed, his breathing erratic, skin prickling with a kind of nervous excitement that he wasn't used to.
You had to convince him at first, of course. He’d resisted, muttering sarcastic quips about how he wasn't exactly "lingerie material," but after some coaxing, a few teasing touches, and the promise of something more, Wade found himself unable to say no. And now, he was yours—entirely, utterly yours.
The lingerie fit him surprisingly well, the black lace clinging to his muscular thighs, hugging his body in all the right ways, the delicate fabric doing little to hide his growing arousal. You had taken your time dressing him up, your hands trailing over every inch of his scarred skin, your touch reverent and soft, as though you were worshiping him through every lingering caress.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Wade," you whispered, kneeling over him, your breath hot against his ear. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a low groan rumbling from his throat as you shifted your weight, settling just above him. "Look at you... in this lingerie. You have no idea what you do to me."
Wade's breath hitched as your hands traced the edge of the lace fabric, fingers grazing his hips, teasing but not giving in just yet. He opened his eyes, a flash of vulnerability in them that made your heart clench. Beneath the wisecracks and the bravado, Wade was raw, unfiltered—and right now, he was entirely yours to savor.
"Jesus... you make me feel..." Wade’s voice trailed off, too overwhelmed by sensation to finish. His muscles twitched beneath your touch as you leaned down, pressing your lips against the scars on his chest, your kisses deliberate and slow, as though each one was meant to heal something deeper than just skin. He shivered beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets beside him, fighting the urge to take control, to be the brash, overconfident Deadpool everyone expected.
But not tonight.
Tonight, he was letting you lead. Letting you dominate.
You continued to kiss him, your lips mapping out every inch of his body, lingering on the places you knew he was self-conscious about—the scars along his torso, the jagged lines of his past. Your mouth moved down, lower and lower, until you reached his thighs, the black lace framing his body like a work of art.
"Fuck... baby, you're killing me here," Wade rasped, his voice hoarse with need. His hands twitched, wanting so badly to touch you, but you had set the rules tonight. No touching until you said so.
"Shh, Wade," you soothed, your fingers dancing over the bulge straining against the lace. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was trembling beneath you, completely at your mercy. "Let me take care of you."
You pressed a kiss just above the waistband of the lingerie, then another, softer this time, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. He moaned, his hips bucking up slightly, desperate for more friction, more of anything you were willing to give.
"You look so good like this, you know that?" you murmured, tracing the outline of his cock through the lace with your fingertips. "So fucking good. And you're mine, Wade. All mine."
Wade groaned, his voice rough as he rasped, "Yeah, baby... yours. Only yours."
The sheer submission in his tone sent a surge of heat through your veins, and you couldn't resist any longer. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of the lace panties, slowly sliding them down his thighs, exposing him to the cool air. His cock was hard, straining and dripping with precum, the sight of him laid bare beneath you making your own arousal throb between your legs.
You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, the vulnerability in his gaze making this moment feel even more intimate. Wade—who could take a bullet without flinching, who laughed in the face of danger—was now trembling beneath your touch, his breath shallow as you wrapped your hand around him.
"Fuck, that feels... oh God," Wade groaned, his hips jerking up into your hand. You stroked him slowly, deliberately, savoring the way his body responded to you, every twitch and shiver a testament to just how much he wanted this—wanted you.
You leaned down, your breath ghosting over his length as you pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting the salty beads of precum that had gathered there. Wade moaned, his hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white as he fought the urge to take control, to guide your head down and beg for more.
But you were in charge tonight.
"You taste so good, Wade," you purred, your voice dripping with lust. You swirl your tongue around the head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch, until his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Wade's moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath you, completely undone by the sensation.
"Fuck, baby... please, don't stop," he begged, his voice strained, desperate. "I need you... please."
You pulled off him with a wet pop, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked up at him, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. "You like being worshiped like this, don't you?"
Wade's head lolled back against the pillows, a shudder running through him as he muttered a broken "Yes, fuck, I do."
"Good," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of his cock before taking him back into your mouth, your hand pumping what your mouth couldn't reach. Wade's moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath you, every inch of him completely at your mercy.
You could feel the tension building in his body, the way his hips were bucking up into your mouth, desperate for release. And just when you knew he was on the edge, ready to fall apart for you, you pulled back, leaving him panting and trembling, his cock twitching with need.
"Wha—baby, why'd you stop?" Wade's voice was a breathless whine, his eyes wide with confusion and desperation.
You crawled back up his body, straddling his waist as you leaned down to kiss him, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, "Because I want you to remember this moment, Wade. I want you to remember that you're mine. Always."
With that, you sank down onto him, taking him deep inside you in one slow, deliberate motion. Wade's hands finally broke the rules, grabbing your hips as he groaned your name, his head falling back as you began to move, riding him with a rhythm that was both torturous and perfect.
He was lost to you now, completely undone, and as you rode him, your hands running over his chest, his scars, his trembling body, you knew you had him. Wade Wilson was yours—in body, in mind, in soul.
And tonight, you would worship him until he broke.
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KINKTOBER MINI — wade wilson x male reader breathplay + death scare. do not attempt.
There were very few ways to silence the Merc With A Mouth.
Number one being the old-fashioned resortment of encircling his bare, unguarded neck with the anger-itching palm of your hand and squeezing until his speech motor sputters.
“Ohhh, c’mon, Peanut! Is this really the- agh, hah- best you can do?�� Wade teases, fumbling over the quick pants he digests into his lungs as you crowd him backwards, forcing his body to lean against an open window.
He pauses for a split millisecond, feeling the ghastly wind tickle his suited-up back and he believes you actually want to kill him.
Fuck, that’s so undeniably attractive.
He feels his cock throbbing at the mere thought, swelling against the front of his pants while he suppresses a whimper.
Wade’s lips quirk into a grin when you loosen your grip a bit, allowing him to catch his breath. He cannot stop speaking your ear off for the life of him—quite literally, at that—just to see your cute frown, “Seriously, you can’t get rid of me, baby. No matter what your intelligent brain comes up with. Try a liiil’ bit harder.”
And you do, your thumb grazing over his pulse before it presses up again and Wade nearly cums from that contact alone. He gasps, the noise eventually breaking into an unsupported whimper. His hands fumble, one of them clawing at your arm while the other grasps your wrist.
You nudge yourself in between his legs, one of his own subconsciously coming up to wrap around your hip and pull you closer. If you just happened to force him downwards, he’s certain he’ll fall off the building. Faintly whining the best he could, his throat threatens to lock up from the lack of air and he desperately wants your cock in his mouth.
Wade’s lower half strains as he rolls his groin over yours, and he knows he has won when your hand clenches around his bruised neck in response.
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