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a kith would make him allllll better <33

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Oh my god okay….Idk if you find this Ledger!Joker x reader (?) fic request stupid or too complicated but imagine ‼️ they two have been in this secret relationship for a while but like the reader has enough of his dangerous lifestyle and this quite toxic relationship in general. They are worried sick about him and ofc themselves as they can get in a lot of trouble bc of him and sometimes when joker can’t really control his emotions or his tendencies they are afraid of him too. I feel like joker is also very possessive person and wouldn’t let reader go outside or meet central people or anyone at this point. So they have enough of his bs and want to leave maybe even escape from him 🫣 idkkkk I just think this would be an interesting angsty story sorry if I’m asking too much

not very complicated !! i loved writing this and it’s the first angsty thing I've posted on here! i would like to put a warning, like super dark content ahead. joker is very neglectful and physically abusive in this. (the abuse is brief tho.) i want to mention that this is not a depiction of my joker as he is a better man for me. if u want me to redo this in a way that if less possibly triggering please let me know! word count: 1.5k

Laying in bed, you hear the door open and shut with joker’s arrival. He doesn’t bother being quiet, not caring whether he wakes you or not. he clatters about, simultaneously trying to staple his wound and make a sandwich. when things were better you would’ve stayed up for him. When j stumbled through the door you would’ve helped him get comfortable. Once he was situated you’d go reheat the meal you made for the two of you as he tended to himself. After he was all patched up you would sleep cuddled to your j.

now you only cook for yourself. you sleep in separate rooms. and you don’t stay up for him out of love. you let out a humorless, breathless laugh at how it used to be. how naive you were to truly believe the things he would say. that he’d make you his queen, that you are his number one. maybe that used to be true, but it was probably always a delusion.

because now the only time he acts like he still cares are those few times he decides he wants to sample your body. And you always give into him, of course you want to forget reality for half an hour or so. he lures you in with gentle touches and words that flow and taste like honey. typically he just uses you for stress relief. but a couple of times it seemed like he genuinely missed you, wanted to show you he’s sorry. either way it ends with him on the other side of the bed with his back to you, snoring. not you, though. you can’t sleep with him next to you anymore, it just reminds you that he’s not yours anymore.

but you’re still his.

ever since he’s started to “put things back on track” he’s on guard twenty-four-seven.

No longer does he melt in for embrace or allow himself to simply be the man who loves you when you’re alone. j doesn’t exist anymore. there is only the joker.

…

you’re still yawning as you exit your room and make your way to the kitchen. no one else is up yet, and someone has to mop up the blood. if joker were to come out of his room to the mess, someone’s head would roll. your thoughts travel to the man snoring in his suit and old makeup down the hall. how would he react if he saw you cleaning right now? he wouldn’t look twice and walk away. before he would have you drop the mop and make one of his men do it. Just as you finish you hear a snarl.

“DOLL!” you rush into his room, frantically looking for a reason he would call out like that.

“why aren’t you in bed? baby it’s so early…” he’s so tired he doesn’t even make his clown voice. Your heart warms a bit at the tenure of his husky voice. “c’mere, babydoll,” you crawl into bed with him and dream of possibilities.

…

“Why don’t you take a break, joker?” you suggest from the kitchen. He straightens and looks away from the map of gotham, stalking a few steps towards you.

“Why would you make such a suggestion, doll?” the word is spat with so much venom you want badly to recoil, but you don’t.

instead you put the zucchini you just washed onto the cutting board and grab the knife to start chopping. “you don’t need to do everything right away is all.”

“i don’t.” he pulls out his favorite pocket knife and rests the blade against his cheek. “i don’t need to put things how they should be. i don’t need to finish what i’ve started.”

“that’s not what i said, joker.”

“THIS IS THE ONLY REASON I GOT OUT OF ARKHAM FOR. and you’d rather me what? Play house with you?” ouch. finally admitting to never missing you. the weapon flies out of his hand and it sinks into the wood of the board, inches from your hand. you cross your arms, leaning on the island, knife still in hand.

“i just think you should pace yourself, joker.”

he jumps onto the countertop and grabs at your jaw. “you shouldn’t think anything about this, sweet pea.”

“because i’m just your doll,” you say passively.

looking satisfied, he hums in agreement and slinks back to the table of minions.

“not a doll as in someone precious you want to care for, but rather something you want to own and lock away. Not even to look at, just to have.” you’ve started chopping the vegetables, “do you remember my birthday? for a guy that has a perfect memory, you do really badly when it comes to me. you know you used to be really good at things like that; i know you remember.” you move on to another squash. “ but last year you didn’t even call when you were in arkham, and i know you could’ve. my birthday was two weeks ago, do you realize that? you didn’t even look at me the whole day. i can’t even say i got a smile or kiss as a present.”

he’s trying so hard to ignore you.

“i don’t think you ever really loved me, joker.” that was the last straw.

swiftly, he’s on the other side of the island. he punches you in the face. the knife leaves your hand and you feel the impact of the ground along with a sharp pain, somewhere. he’s never hit you, sure he’s screamed, but never hurt you physically. this is something else, he really is strong.

maybe this will be the thing that kills me, You think. then he wouldn’t be bothered by me and i won't have to worry anymore.

…

you wake up, eyes heavy.

“hello, sweetheart,” you flinch at the gentle voice that greets you. the room you’re in is unfamiliar, blue walls, a tv, pictures of landscapes hung on the walls. you turn your head to see a wall of windows letting in the silver light of the overcast sky. as you stare outside you begin to register a steady beeping. examining your body, you’re hooked to an iv and monitors.

“you must be hungry, you’ve been asleep for a while.” you finally look at the nurse. “food will be here soon.” she comes over to the other side with the windows to check your vitals. “how do you feel, any pain?” you just wanted to go back to sleep, but you didn’t say that.

you didn’t say anything. you couldn’t feel anything. you were all but detached from your body. a hollow shell. you don’t even know why you’re there.

a doctor comes in, with food. “hello there, do you might if we talk while you eat?” you manage a shrug. the tray is placed on a levitating table attached to the gurney. you don’t move, staring at the man. his smile feels mocking, how does he know what you went through with j? what right does he have to pity you?

he tells you that there’s “no extensive damage” and that you should be healed in a couple of weeks. all there is, are a few small cuts and a bruised nerve. so there is a legit reason to me feeling numb. a superficial cut on your leg needed some stitches. you hit your head and might have a concussion, so he checks your eyes and lets you now they’ll keep you for observation. after that he left you to the nurse, switching the lights off as he exited.

all this time you’ve stayed silent.

“how did i get here?” the words are foreign in your mouth.

she looks worried and sends a page “a man brought you, told me you slipped while cooking.” you prepping to roast some vegetables, joker getting upset, and him pouncing on you rushes to your mind.

“right” you pick at your fingers a bit, “was making a roast, water or oil must’ve gotten on the floor. but then again i’m a klutz.”

she comes up to your side, holding your right hand and pets your hair. you flinch forward and hiss at the contact, moving your hand to cover the top-right area of your head. you lower the hand, not knowing what to say. you know that they thought the injuries to the left side of your face were because of the fall. but you couldn’t explain without admitting to what happened.

her face turns sympathetic.

“the… gentleman that brought you left saying that ‘that bitch better not try to come back.’ did he…?”

“no, no. that was definitely one of his friends.”

“do you need help?” an underlying message was there: are you in danger?

“i’ll be fine, i have some friends to stay with.” she nodded.

i escaped, and didn’t even try. he just let me go. i’m free.

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finally read it !! god damn bambi !!

strange fascination

warnings: dark!ellie williams + dark!abby anderson x reader, noncon, DARK, smut (18+ only), threesome, ellie refers to her strap as a ‘cock’, drugging, tribbing, throat fucking, almost somno, r is fucked with a strap, cunnilingus, fem!reader, 1.5k words

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It’s slow at first; the way the world slowly starts to tip on its axis. Your vision swims, halted still only by Abby’s hulking presence in front of you on the ragged couch. You sniff and bat away the blunt in her hand, though your movements are disjointed, like your limbs are filled with molasses, heavy and sticky. One of her thick, calloused hands coasts the length of your arm, an action which would soothe you under normal circumstances. But you don’t feel right.

It’s an uneasiness settled in the pit of your stomach, a churning for which the cause is undetermined.

“Abby,” you mumble; your voice won’t stretch any further.

“Yeah, hon’?”

The door to your shabby one bedroom apartment creaks; your heart ticks, loud in your own ears.

You regain some awareness as Ellie latches the door shut and comes to crouch in front of you on the couch watching amusedly as you tilt your head, legs dangling from the edge of the worn fabric.

“Hi, gorgeous,” she smiles, all teeth and dimples. It’s unlike her to be so chipper.

You’re frowning. You don’t realise you’re even doing it before Ellie’s reaching a slender hand out and smoothing the creases in your forehead out.

“She’s quiet.”

You almost answer before you realise she’s not speaking to you.

The bigger girl’s hand settles on the back of your neck and squeezes. She taps your chin, settling the blunt between your lips once more.

“Have some more, baby.”

You cough and gag around the paper, trying to expel the smoke from your lungs even as the two girls encourage you to take more of it in. By the time she lets up, you’ve slumped, glassy eyed against Abby’s side.

You’d never noticed how she towers above you before now; you’ve never felt so small, so vulnerable in her presence, even more so with the other girl to your left. Ellie’s sidled in now she knows you’re still and compliant, the very point of her nose nudging at your jugular with a fervour you haven’t seen before. She nips at your earlobe and you squirm.

“No, stop,” you slur through your honey sticky mouth and slack jaw. “Don’t wanna.”

“Lift her for me, Abs,” Ellie murmurs; her voice suddenly has an edge that makes you uneasy. You moan in protest, too far away to form any words, let alone stop them. Abby’s fingers curl around the back of your neck, drawing you up and into her chest, her other hand against your bum as she lifts you into her lap.

“I know, honey,” she coos, breathless between rough kisses and nips to your exposed neck. “You wouldn’t let us take care of you sober. You should’ve made it easy for yourself. Silly girl.”

Your eyes grow hot and well, tears gathering at your waterline. How could your best friends do something like this to you? Cold hands grope at your ass, Ellie’s fingers fumbling with the button on your jeans and tugging the taut material down your legs.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “You’re so hot, baby.”

You grow hot and clammy with nausea. Your eyes feel like they’ve been superglued shut as you blink, peeling your eyelashes from each other.

“We’re losing her, Ellie,” Abby murmurs, undeterred in her mission to free your tits from your tank top. When they spill free, she twists a nipple meanly and grunts.

“��S okay,” the slender girl laughs, “Don’t need her awake for this part.”

Your head falls limp, dead weight on Abby’s shoulder as she wrestles the tank top up and over you; she balls it up in her fist, discards it on the floor somewhere. Despite your weakness, you’re painfully aware of what they’re doing to you. You’re a prisoner in your own body.

You’re slumped against the muscular girl somewhat unceremoniously, eyes forced shut as Ellie finally pulls your panties aside to get a good look at your dripping cunt.

“Little whore is a liar!” She grins, triumphant. “She’s fuckin’ soaked. You like it.”

You can’t so much as lift your head to answer. Ellie draws your hips back and pushes between your shoulder blades to create a beautiful arch. You feel her thumbs against the crease of your cunt, spreading your petal soft lips to reveal your dripping hole.

“Attagirl, knew you wanted this,” Ellie murmurs.

Your mind goes blank as two of her fingers disappear, engulfed by your swollen lips. “So wet.”

You want to cry and scream and push them away but no movement will come from your body. Abby hooks her hands under your armpits and lays you flat on the couch.

“Don’t be greedy,” she snaps. “I wanna feel her pussy.”

She crouches, dragging your bare lower half until you’re hanging over the lip of the couch with your legs firmly settled over her shoulders. Her biceps bulge where they’re curled round your thighs.

She wastes no time in licking a broad, flat stripe up the entire expanse of your cunt, nosing at your clit and inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, she tastes good.”

Pleasure lights your every nerve ending on fire despite your protests to the situation. If you could kick her, you would.

She eats you out like she’s been starved of it her entire life, slaking her thirst on the almost constant drooling of your cunt. Despite your limited movement, you’re drawing to your peak with a weak cry, the coil drawing tight in your abdomen until Abby slips two fingers into your fluttering hole and you snap.

She grins like she’s the one going mad with pleasure and Ellie, who was previously pinching and twisting at your nipples until they darkened and swelled, dives forward to kiss you.

You lift a wrist in protest and can’t do much else in your current predicament; her tongue invades your limp mouth, your lips numb as hers glide over them. She pulls away gasping.

“Gonna put my cock in you, sweet girl.” She heaves a breath, unbuttoning her own jeans to reveal the silicone strap at her pelvis. You’re like a fish out of water, squirming and choking back a sob as you try to push her away. Abby hooks an arm under your back and you slump, eyes rolling as the effects of the drugs only increase.

The muscular girl sits and spreads her thighs on the couch to situate you with your back to her chest. Ellie looms, menacing over your helpless body as she drags the tip of her strap through your cunt, catching it on your still sensitive button.

When she pushes in you think you black out. Her forehead beads with sweat, nose inches from yours and breath hot as she immediately locates your sweet spot and pummels it with a force you’re not used to. It’s bruising on your cervix, painful in a way that only increases the pleasure they’re forcing onto you.

Abby reaches forward to tweak at your trembling clit, her other hand clasped firmly around your throat as your head lolls against her shoulder with every thrust.

Your body seizes as white hot pleasure shoots through you; you’re frozen with it, limp as an orgasm unlike any one you’ve ever felt before rips through you.

Your eyes flutter closed with a small cry as Ellie pulls out, spreading your lips as your hole gapes and shrinks at the absence of the strap.

Abby throws you to the side as though you’re useless as she strips herself of her bottom half of clothes; once she’s bare, she’s lifting your thighs to slot her own between them, her clit bumping against yours. It burns, the way she rubs against you so forcefully, still raw and swollen from the last two orgasms the girls have pulled from your slack body.

“Make her suck it,” she grunts, motioning for the slender girl to open your mouth. Ellie does just that, prying your lips open to feed her strap, slick and wet with your juices, down your throat.

Your throat bugles at the intrusion; you gag softly around it, and then with more force as you realise she’s not letting up.

“Fuckkk, look at her face!” Abby moans, pressing her clit to yours even harder as she creeps up on her peak.

Your eyes grow heavier as your vision blacks out at the edges; Ellie only pushes deeper into your throat, thumb pressed to the protrusion it makes.

Abby’s thighs tremble around your own and she soaks you, white knuckled where she’s clutching your knees.

You retch and gurgle around Ellie with one final fight to pull away before she takes pity on you. The spit that’s pooled at the corners of your mouth starts to leak down your face.

“That’s enough.” Abby’s tone is final.

The two girls retreat and pull on their clothes so fast you’d think they were being chased. Ellie crouches next to your ruined body and tips your chin up. You vaguely register a glob of spit hitting you in the face.

“Fuckin’ whore,” she spits. Abby’s eyes darken.

“Have some fuckin’ respect, Williams. Let’s go.”

They leave you there, passed out in a puddle of cum and drool, naked and exhausted.

They’ll be back before you know it.