#jared leto oneshot

[calamiitywrites]

   When Ava drops off a drunken and nearly unconscious client on his brother's doorstep, she had no idea that the client's brother, Jared Leto, would stop at nothing to get answers from her. But what happens when the answers require a contract that soon fades from business to pleasure?

      Conquistador ; A Leto Joker Fanfiction. *ongoing

Teaser: [ Wattpad ] Chapter 1: Driver. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 2: Easy Fix. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 3: Rules. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 4: Negotiations. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 5: Inside. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 6: Damage Control. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 7: The Truth. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 8: Employees. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 9: Appointment. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 10: Punishment. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 11: Punishment Pt 2. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 12: Ava. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 13: Complication. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 14: Mine. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 15: The Price. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 16: Lost & Found. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 17: All in. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 18: Dangerous Night. [ Wattpad ] NEXT CHAPTER TEASER. [ WATTPAD ] Chapter 19: Thank you, Next. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 20: Submission. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 21: Date. [ Wattpad ] Chapter 22: Leaked. [ Wattpad ]

[graveyardmold]

Hiiii 😘 I wanted to request a one shot of Jared Leto joker like a fluffy/smut? Thanks a ton mwah 😽

HELLO! SORRY FOR REPLYING SO LATE BUT I DIDN'T GET THE NOTIFICATION!❤️

Also, I did proof read but I'm not sure I caught every mistake. So PLEASE forgive me!!!😭😭🙏🏻

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Jared Leto-Joker one shot!

warnings: first person one shot, fluff, smut, f reader, choking kink, PiV, cumming inside, public sex, pet names, mentions of wanting to harm someone, mentions of dead. I think that's all.

"My boss has been acting like a dick all week, just because I sent a wrong email to one of his employees, you know. He's really frustrating, this morning I got told to reorganize every. single. folder. where we keep our clients informations, and we have tons of clients I'm still halfway through them and he said that if I don't finish before this evening he'll fire me."

I told my boyfriend through the phone what my boss has been acting like all week and he seemed more pissed than me.

"I'll deal with him baby, don't think about it. He won't even dare to look at you."

He said to me. I thanked him with a "I love you" and we ended the call.

I tried to distract myself from the thoughts of this morning but that's just nonsense, how could anyone be so crazy. I enter the bathroom and turn on the hot water in my tub, waiting for it to fill. In the meantime I go to my closet and pick out a cute little tube latex dress and a pair of high heels.

"I wanna go to J's club tonight, I don't wanna stay here while the rest of Gotham is living its best night life." I say to myself while entering the tub and letting my muscles finally relax.

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As soon as I arrive at the club I'm greeted by Frost, J's right hand, who takes me to the VIP room.

"Y/n would you like something to drink? I'll go call a waiter. Mister J is dealing with some stuff but he'll be back in a couple of minutes. I hope waiting here for him won't be a problem." Told me Frost before exiting the room and leaving me alone in the room.

I hear a buzz and look at my notifications, it's a text from my boss.

"Good evening Y/n, I went into your office to check your work with those folders I told you to reorganize and noticed that you're not even halfway through them. As previously promised, don't bother yourself to return."

I stared at the text my boss has just sent me, unable to react or to reply. I slowly pick at my skin trying to think about an excuse just to keep my job but none of the options seem to be the perfect one. I didn't notice J entering the room and when I felt a hand on my thigh I almost jumped out of fear.

"What happened?" He asked me worried.

"My boss just texted me, look" And I hand him my phone.

He reads the text and locks his jaw.

"He's a fucking dickhead you know? How could anyone finish reorganizing all those folders alone in a day?" He asked rhetorically.

"As I said earlier, I'll deal with him. He won't ever bother you again." He said while cuddling me.

"I don't wanna lose my job though. I really liked being a journalist assistant, writing about you on the newspapers." I said and he laughed, caressing my hair and knees.

"You don't have to work. I can give you everything you could want. We could stay at home together all day everyday." He said kissing my on the cheek and leaving red lipstick marks.

"I wanna be an indipendent woman J, I don't want you to maintain me." I say straddling him and playing with the hair on the back of his head.

"Mhh you turn me on so much when you act so mature, like you don't need anyone to go on with your life." He places his hands on my hips, leaning in for a kiss that I swiftly dodge.

"You're a tease, my love. You shouldn't thank me by avoiding me" he says to me with a smile while looking into my eyes.

"Sorry, I just don't want your clients to see us. There are just these curtains separating this room from the lobby. I'm embarrassed." I say almost hiding in his muscular arms.

He laughs and starts to lift my dress from my hips.

"If they dare to say anything, I'll get them buried alive. Let's give them a show, darling." And with that he completely takes off my dress, leaving me just in thong and heels.

"Look at you! So pretty for me. You're beautiful." He says, a hand coming to my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

He starts to make out with me and I just can't resist so I start to grind on him. He grunts and puts his other hand on my hip guiding me back and forth, pressing me on his bulge.

I take a look at the lobby and see some clients looking at us, they're molty men and I can see them adjusting their pants to hide the growing erection they're having. That made something in me unlock and I stepped away from J, giving him a strip show.

I undressed myself (well, I just took off my thong and heels actually), folded my panties and put them in his shirt's pocket. He looked attentively at me getting closer again and starting to undress him, first his shirt making sure to caress his nipples, then his pants and boxers.

His cock bounced up and rested on his lower tummy, its tip already leaking precum and I couldn't do anything but stare at it with a hungry look.

"Do you wanna have a taste, baby?" He looked at me, arms resting on the headrest of the sofa and legs spread. I didn't think twice and kneeled in front of him, taking it in one hand and licking it from the base to the tip, staring into his eyes.

He took a handful of my hair and put it in a ponytail kinda hairstyle, keeping it still with one hand. I took his tip in my mouth, starting to suck and feeling the taste of his precum already, and I started to go down until his tip was past my ugula and my breathing was restricted.

"Good girl, sucking me so good" I moaned at his words and that made him shudder because he felt the vibration through my throat. I started to bob my head up and down doing a circular motion and it didn't take long for him to cum down my throat.

"Mhh you're such a good girl, swallowing all my cum." He took my chin between his fingers and pulled me in for a kiss, he could taste himself on my tongue and that made him groan.

I took his cock and slid it through my folds and positioned myself on top of it, letting his cock stretch my walls with every centimeter entering.

Once he was fully inside him he grabbed my hips and started making me bounce up and down, slamming ferociously on his cock, grunting I could feel his tip touching my cervix as I was moaning screaming his name, at this point I didn't even care about his clients I just could think about his cock and how good he was fucking me dumb.

"You like being fucking ruthless huh? This pussy belongs to me, doll. Remember it. I'm the best you've ever had. I will never leave you." I wanted to reply and tell him he was true but I couldn't form a singular word except the moan that came naturally out of my mouth.

The knot in my stomach was tightening and my walls were spasming around him. "Baby I'm about to cum." He said and with a few more pumps he was filling me up with his semen.

He stayed a bit inside me and then pulled out, he took me in his arms and made me rest on his chest. He called Frost and told him to bring a blanket and tell all the clients to go away.

"I love you baby, I won't let anyone else disrespect you." He told me kissing my forehead.

"I love you too J, thank you for what you for always protecting me. I will never leave you."

He did as he was told and brought us the blanket. J put it on us and we fell asleep in eachothers embrace.

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THE END!!

I hope u like it pookie😭🫶🏻

[somelonelywriter]

masterlist

A/N: since sooner or later I will find motivation to write heres my masterlist :)

DC

Jared!Joker:

Drabbles:

x GN!Reader >>> Chrysanthemum

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Oneshots:

x Fem!Wife!Reader >>> Voices

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Headcanons:

x GN!Reader >>> Dating headcanons

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Hunger games

Katniss Everdeen:

Headcanons:

as a little >>> Haters back off

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Joanna Mason:

Headcanons:

as a little >>> Haters back off

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The Vampire diaries

Klaus Mikaelson:

Headcanons:

x Fem!Human!Reader >>> A little messed up (yandere)

[fuckthis-and-fuckthat]

New Years Kiss

Jared Leto×Reader Summary- You have only a few minutes to make the biggest decision of your life. Do you follow your heart and risk everything for love, or swallow your feelings? Warning- Smut

A/N- I didn't go over this cause Im tired as shit

@tbhimprobablylost1613

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Jared's at home relaxing, and you're standing in your dates home 10 minutes down the road. You're Jared's live in home assistant and he gave you the night off to enjoy yourself, but you're yelling at yourself for accepting it and being here, standing in these strappy heels and tight red dress, when all you want to do is be with him. The Only reason you actually came was so that you could have a kiss when the clock strikes 12, pathetic right? Pretending like you're not in love with Jared and wishing that he was the one you were kissing. Pretending that everything is normal just for once. But your mind keeps running back to Jared and how your hands want to tangle in his hair and taste his lips. It's 12:30 and you're growing more antsy as time ticks by and you're pratically chewing your lip off. You finally say fuck it and walk out of the door. The time has ticked by and now it's 12:40, meaning you now have only 20 minutes to get down the road. You didn't drive here, so you don't have your car, an uber won't make it in time, and you are not asking your date to drive you home. What options do you have left? Maybe if you start walking now, you can make it. You take off down the road, heels clicking against the asphalt. It's less than a 10 minute drive, so you should probably make it there around the same time, right? Who knows? But when you look down at your watch, 10 minutes of walking has already been taking up, and you're barely past the sign that indicates Jared's house is right up the road. You groan loudly, picking up your pace whilst your feet yell at you. Not only have you been standing on your feet pretty much all day, but then standing for even longer at the party, and to top it off, you're pratically sprinting down the road. Your dress has hitched itself up your thighs and you can't even care at this point because there's 5 minutes left. 5 FUCKING MINUTES! You kick up the speed, your grandma mall walk turns into a full on run, well, it's not a run or a jog, but it's what you're doing. Your hair is stuck in your lipgloss and your tits are flying out of your dress, and your ass is now probably on full display, but you keep pushing. 2 minutes left and you can see the house. Right around the curve and you'd be damned if you don't make it. Your legs are yelling at you to stop and you can't breath, and everything is burning. 1 minute and you're almost there, almost in the driveway. 10 seconds, you're in the driveway and the alarm on your smart watch is counting down from there 5 seconds, you bust through the door, and Jared is standing at the kitchen counter in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, riding low on his waist. 3 seconds, you run towards him. 1 second, and you smash right into him, pressing your lips against his. Your ears perk up at the sound of fireworks bursting in the sky, and you can't think of a better way to end the night. Jared pulls his lips away from yours slowly, lingering just a little. "Were you running?" He tilts his head to the side and a signature smirk plays on his lips. "Yeah..I, umm...yeah I ran." You laugh at yourself through breaths of air and shake your head, "Happy New Year." You offer him a small, shy smile and his turns into a grin. "Happy New Year." He leans his head back down and presses his lips slowly back to yours, parting them just a little to pull your bottom lip into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of his warm lips on yours and his hands around your waist, pulling you right against his. Your hands roam up his body to tangle into his beautiful locks of hair, pulling slightly, and it's his turn to let out a groan, lighting a fire in your panties. This time you pull away, not because you don't wanna kiss him, but because your ass needs some water, "Sorry, I just need some water." Jared's eyes crinkle at the corners, and he moves out of your way so you can reach into the fridge and grab a bottle of water. Once it's in your hands, you're ripping off the lid to down half of the bottle. Hands wrap themselves around your stomach, pulling your ass flush agaisnt Jared's hard cock. A moan slips past your lips and your press back slightly and his fingers dig into your skin. His lips press to the side of your neck and you lean your head back on his shoulder to grant him further access, "I've wanted to kiss your fucking lips ever since I first saw you," his teeth sink into your neck, making your pussy tbrob even more, "you were wearing that tight, little black skirt and those strappy litte heels, and you bent over to pick up your bag, giving me the perfect view of that fat ass," Your heart's thumping in your chest at his words, barely being able to contain your excitement, "and that top your wore, your nipples poked right threw it." His hands roam down your waist and breasts, giving them a squeeze before pressing down on your back and pressing your front to the counter, to your thighs before slipping up your dress to touch your hips again, squeezing them. "Jared....please," you're panting at this point, even more than before. You're so horny at this point, knowing that he's wanted you as long as you've wanted him. You're backing your hips up to rub across his cock and he hisses at the contact, "please touch me." "That what you want, Baby?" Jared snakes a hand around to slip into the band of your panties. His slender fingers are teasing painfully at the band, "you wanna cum on my fingers?" "Yes sir." Your own fingers dig into the counter to try and hold yourself up. "Make me cum on your fingers." "Fuck, you're dirty." He releases his hand from your panties to grab the top of your zipper, pulling it down to help you out of your dress, pushing the straps over your shoulders and down to your feet. Jared traces his fingers over your flushed skin, all the way to your bra, where he unclasps it, sliding that over your shoulders too, throwing it across the room. Then his hands are back on your skin, pushing your soaked panties down your legs where you step out of them, kicking them off of your feet. "Look how wet you are. You're fucking soaked." Your aching cunt clenches around nothing, and without warning, Jared pushes his fingers right between your silken lips. A gasp falls from your lips and he slides a finger into your dripping heat, then adding a second, curling up at the perfect spot, "Oh fuck..." his lips are back on your neck, sucking on your flesh. "God, you're pussy's so tight on my fingers." His words make an inhuman noise come from you and he speeds up the pace of his fingers, pumping them harder and faster, whilst bringing his other hand around to rub your clit. The band in your stomach is tightening faster and faster and you know you're gonna snap soon. His fingers feel so amazing and to finally have him fucking you with him is sending you swirling out of control. Moans are falling freely from your lips and the sensation of his lips nibbling on your neck sends you over the edge. You cum all over his fingers, pussy clenching around them. Jared continues rubbing, continues pumping, and your juices slips down your thighs. You're coming down from your high and Jared slips his fingers out of you, turning you around, letting his eyes travel down your naked body for the first time, "You're fucking beautiful." He presses his lips against yours and smile forms on yours. When you pull away from each other, your eyes are drawn downwards where his throbing cock is straining against his pants. "You're fingers felt amazing, but I want your cock in me."

[throwmeinarkham]

Just a Bite

Alright so this is a little more complicated than usual. I got a request a while back asking for a imagine with an anorexic reader and how Joker would react and whatnot. This can be a very very sensitive subject. I haven’t gone through this and I don’t know if I depicted it in the right way at all. I would like to point out that I do not condone or support this mental illness but I can understand how reading about a mental illness can help sometimes, it helped me when I needed it.

So to my amazing readers, if this helps at all I am thrilled that I could play a part in your recovery and I support you every step of the way. I believe in you.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Verbal abuse ( ish ??), depictions of anorexia, mental illness

As always, if you have any feedback or constructive criticism please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or a message. I am taking requests but there is not guarantee on when it will be done by. Thanks my loves!

Without further ado:

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Even though J’s house was fricken huge there was nothing to do. All you did was roam and explore but it had gotten old. You had roamed and explored every nook and cranny of his extravagant house. Walking down one of the many hallways, you admired each piece of artwork that adorned the walls and the beautiful gold laced vases that were placed meticulously all over the halls. God these must cost a fortune, you thought to yourself.

The day dragged on and on and on without him here, you seemed to always be patiently waiting for his return. You found yourself sitting on the couch playing Candy Crush on your phone, same thing you did everyday, that’s what happens when you’re his girl and he barely lets you leave the house without him. You perked up when you remembered that the house had surround sound speakers. Solo dance party. You grinned and ran to the main console and plugged in your phone. You hummed and hahed about what to listen to and finally settled on Keep Me Crazy by Sheppard. It was nice and upbeat, perfect for dancing. You blasted the music and ran through the house.

You jumped, you twirled, you sang, you danced and it was the most fun you had had in a while. You were able to let loose and let go. The fun all ended when you heard a crash and looked behind you. You had collided with one of his expensive vases, the biggest one, no doubt worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do, what do I do?” you spoke to yourself. You gripped at your hair frantically trying to think of a quick solution. You kicked yourself for being so reckless. J was gonna kill you.

As if on cue you heard the from door swing open.

“Baby girl! I’m home, come to daddy,” he hollered throughout the house.

“Uhm… I’m busy! Can’t come, sorry!.” You scrambled for a last minute solution. You heart raced as you heard his footsteps come up the stairs.

“Hello doll how are y- What the hell happened here Y/N?” he said as he rounded the corner. You stared at him speechless, thinking of something you could possible say to help the situation.

“Hi baby! How was your day? What did you get up to?” you said in a falsely happy voice as you walked towards him. He was seething. You could tell by the way his fists were clenched, how his jaw was tilted slightly downwards, how his shoulders were slowly rising and falling with everything deep breath he took. He was livid. You had seen him this angry before but never at you. Sure he had gotten mad, but never like this. If looks could kill, you would be 6 feet under.

“Fucking answer me Y/N,” he muttered in a voice that was all too calm for the situation.

“Well… I was bored so I figured I would put on some music and dance for a while and I backed up and didn’t see the vase and kinda knocked it over. I’m so sorry J. I really didn’t meant to. I just didn’t see it! I’m sorry, please don't be mad,” you pleaded. He glared at you with more anger than you had seen in quite a while.

“You… God Y/N you and your fucking fat ass always fucking breaking shit. God will you lose all that fuckin’ weight already. I can’t have people thinking that I’ve settled for a fat bitch,” he yelled.

Your weight had always been an issue for you and he knew that. You had never been like the “other girls”. You were always a little more round in the hips, waist a little wider, bustier for sure, and a butt so big apparently you could knock things over. Your eyes started to accumulate tears as his words really sunk in. You were in shock, frozen in place, at a loss of words. You snapped back to reality and bowed your head. He was right. You could lose a few pounds, you weren’t very thin, not how you should be.

“You’re right…” you mumbled and turned away, heading to the shared bedroom. You wanted to rip off all the fat, you wanted to cut it off, any way possible. You’ll diet, you’ll stop eating entirely, you’d do anything. Anything for him to love you…

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It had been weeks since you had talked to him. You had decided to leave for a while, take a break from him. You went and stayed at a friends place for a while. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat after what he had said and it had really started to take a toll on you physically and mentally.

“Hey Y/N. Can we have a chat?” Your friend gingerly sat beside you on the couch you had been sleeping on. You nodded and looked over at her. “Are you okay? You won’t tell me much and I’m totally okay with that, whenever you’re ready, but you’ve been here for 3 weeks and I haven’t seen you eat anything at all and you’re just not looking too good. Is everything okay?” You shrugged and looked at her with empty eyes.

“I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t been hungry lately.” That was a lie. You were starving but you refused to eat. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t. His words rang in your ears constantly. A constant reminder of what you were to him, fat.

“You should try and talk to him… As much as I don’t support your relationship I think it would be healthy if you talked to him to clear the air, to get some closure y’know?” You nodded in acknowledgment.

“Alright well maybe in a while, I still need some time to recover. I’ll be out of here as soon as possible, I’ve been looking for places and I shouldn’t be here much longer.”

“Okay, well if you need anything let me know, I’m always here for you Y/N.”

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A couple more weeks had gone by sleeping on Y/BF/N’s couch before you moved in to the tiny quaint apartment on the cheaper side of town.

Your phone started buzzing beside you. Looking at the caller ID and seeing that it was Y/BF/N.

“Hey girl, how’s it going?” You answered.

“Hey, not so bad. Just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t talked in a while since you moved out. You’ve been there for what? 2 months now?” You hummed a little and stayed quiet. “So… how are you doing?” Admittedly, you weren’t good. You hadn’t really eaten since you left him and it was starting to show. Your hip bones popped out a little more than before, your clothes were a little too loose, you were dwindling away slowly.

Maybe he’ll love me now, you thought to yourself. You stood in front of the mirror analyzing yourself. You still weren’t skinny enough. A harsh knock on your door broke you out of your trance. you threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and ran to the door. You creaked in open a tiny sliver to see who the hell could be standing at your door at 11 pm. The first thing you noticed was the signature purple alligator coat. Your eyes trailed up and noticed his blinding green hair.

“Open the door will ya doll?” His voice sounded through the crack in the door. You quickly and quietly pushed the door shut and locked all of the locks you had set up on your door for this reason specifically. “You know I will push down this door if you don’t open it.”

“Fine but I’m keeping the top lock locked,” you said.

“Y/N just open the god damn door. I swear I will kick this door down if you don’t open it,” he said sternly. You released a heavy sigh and unlocked the door fully. He shoved past you and in to the small living room. “This is where you’ve been living?” He asked with a disgusted looked on his face.

“You know, not all of us have a ridiculous amount of money to spend,” you retorted, defending your small abode. He turned and looked you up and down taking in your gaunt figure. You covered up in shame, the memories of his words playing at the back of your mind.

“What happened to you?” he inquired. You shrugged and looked at the floor, unable to meet his daunting gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… you’re just… so skinny. What happened?” You shook your head and bit your lip hard to avoid the tears that threatened to spill. You played with your fingers to distract from the heat of his gaze.

“I think you should go now,” you mumbled, hoping he would hear you. He reached forward and grabbed your wrist, inspecting the thin expanse, running his thumb over the protruding bones of your thin arm. You yanked away your hand and wrapped your arms around your torso, hiding your body.

“Y/N, answer me. Now,” he demanded.

“It’s none of your business. You have to go.”

“God Y/N, when was the last time you ate?” You shrugged your shoulders, honestly not sure. Maybe a bite of an apple a couple days ago? you thought to yourself. “Y/N…” he threatened.

“I don’t know… maybe like an hour ago,” you lied.

“No Y/N tell me the truth. I can tell you’re lying.”

“I don’t know, like a couple days ago maybe?” you answered quietly. He stared at you with broken eyes laced with pity. “And don’t you dare get mad or pity me or lecture me because this is all your fault J! All your fucking fault. It’s your god damn fault that I can’t eat something without throwing up. It’s your damn fault that none of my damn clothes fit. It’s all your fault,” you yelled, repeatedly pounding your fists against his chest, tears flowing freely. He stood speechless in front of you, not even trying to refrain you from hitting his chest.

“What are you talking about? How the hell is this my fault?” he countered. You stared at him, your heart breaking even more than it already was. He doesn’t remember. Not one bit, you thought to yourself. You felt your knees give out slightly, causing you to tumble to the ground letting out a loud sob.

“God you don’t even remember. You don’t even remember what you said to me that made me fall in to this… this pit of fucking sadness and despair. You don’t even remember what you fucking said. That’s rich. You need to leave now. You need to go. I’d be better off without you anyway,” you said with a defeated look on your face. He fell down to his knees beside you.

“Y/N, look at me.” You shook your head, refusing to look at the man who changed you entirely. “I’m gonna help you get better Y/N. I’m gonna do everything I can. You’re not my Y/N…” He looked at you with pity in his icy stare.

“No J. I don’t need your help. I’m fine on my own. I’ve been fine for the past two months without you. I’m fine. At least I’m not fat…” you mumbled the last part almost inaudibly.

“Fat? Who the hell said you were fat?” He stared at you as if you were crazier than he was. You countered his stare with a look of utter disbelief.

“You’re not serious right now, are you?”

“Who said it. I’ll have their head on a plate. No one does that to my girl,” he said, rage filling his voice.

“You did it J. You said it. You said I was fat. You said that you had settled for a fat bitch. You said so many hurtful things. You made me like this. I am a shell of who I used to be but I thought maybe if I lost all that weight then you’d want me again but I was wrong. I’m not skinny enough.” He stared at you with an open mouth, the memories of his harsh words flooding back.

“Doll…” He was speechless, at a blank as to what he could say to fix this. “I… I don’t… I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re perfect kitten, you always have been. Now lets get some food in that belly of yours,” he spoke in an apologetic tone as he gripped your bicep in an attempt to pull you off the ground.

“No. I’m not going with you. You hurt me so bad. So, so bad J. I’m broken because of you. Our relationship was toxic, I can’t do that to myself anymore. Go back to your old lifestyle with money, and parties, and girls that are better than me. Just forget about me.” You shakily stood up and walked towards the door, opening it to let the man you love leave.

“No Y/N. I’m not letting you stay here. I’m not letting you live like this. Do you even have anything in your fridge?” He walked over to the fridge and yanked the door open. All he found was some orange juice and some celery sticks that had gone bad. “Y/N you can’t do this to yourself. I take back everything I said. You’re perfect, I don’t care about your body. Your my queen, my partner in crime, the light of my life.” It broke his heart to see you in such a state but it broke his heart even more knowing that he was the cause of your hurting. He pulled you in to a warm embrace and held you against his firm chest. Your tears left wet spots on his burgundy dress shirt. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Come home with me Y/N. I need you. Please Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this,” he begged. You gave a slight nod and followed him out of the home you only knew briefly.

“I can’t forgive you for what you said J. At least not yet.” He hummed, acknowledging what you said. “I mean J, look what you did to me.”

Getting better, getting back to who you were, the Y/N that you loved was going to be hard, there was no doubt about that but it was a day to day process. Each day you would eat a small bit, half an apple, a carrot, small things. Some days were better than others. Some days you fell right back to where you started, hating yourself, but there were good days too like the days you would feel his hand explore your body, praising you for the work you had put. He helped you a lot, he let you go at your pace, supporting you through everything, reminding you what a beautiful person you are.

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5 weeks of hard work, tears, and breakdowns and you could see yourself getting better. You could see your hips becoming a little more filled, you could see a bit less of your sharp hip bones, your cheeks had turned back to their healthy glow. It was a work in progress but you were so proud of yourself for bringing yourself to where you are.

Things will get better. The words you used everyday to get you through the toughest of times.

You can do this.

[angelraeken]

Me @ whoever wrote “murderer” on that picture of Spider-Man

[my-name-is-alice-ayers]

Imagine Jared taking his method acting and your relationship to the next level

(I do not own these pictures or Gifs, I will give complete credit to the wonderful people who made them. .Sources for photo sets @Fairyofoz @Camila-orosco @Ilovelucifermorningstar )

You heard the beep of your hotel door from the bathroom as you stood in front of the mirror taking off your jewelry and make up from the earlier’s rehearsal. Your heart was beating hard in your chest as your eyes met the mystery guest of the evening. Instantly locking with Jared’s in the mirror as he leaned in the doorway you had to bite back a smile of excitement.

“Harley,” he growled as his eyes darkened at the sight of you. To say Jared took his job serious was an understatement. He took method acting to a whole new level, and somewhere between reality and fantasy you two had obvious chemistry. Something Jared and the joker were clearly here to explore.

“You stare at me like that any longer and I might just catch on fire,” you growled back at him as you slid your shorts off slowly making sure his eyes never left your body. You gripped your T shirt tossing it off as you stood in nothing but a black bra and underwear.

As you stepped to the side kicking the loose fabric Jared was behind you in a flash. His lips were still stained slightly from his lipstick, you can tell from his smirk he left the grill back in the make up trailer but probably rushed off set, his tattoos were still freshly painted on his overly pale skin. The fact was he looked incredibly sexy and incredibly dangerous.

His hands went to your small hips as he pulled your body quickly against his, as his hand slowly roamed your bare skin. You could feel a wave of cold chills dance across your skin like electricity brewing from his finger tips.

“Dr. Quinzel,” the joker nipped at her ear making her shudder against him. You loved his “joker” voice. The way he emphasized each word made the anticipation even more delightful.

“The doctor isn’t in now, J” you teased, your voice was seductive as you hands reached up to run through his neon green hair. You had to admit the method acting or role playing was like a drug lately…very addictive and exciting. You and Jared had spent time together regularly but this was only the second time he had went full joker on you.

His signature joker laugh erupted echoing off the walls. His eyes noticed the bath running, as steam and bubbles filled the room, “Well what do we have here?” He moved swiftly to turn the water off of the now full tub. You watched as he reached to throw his white shirt off as he sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“Play with me,” you hissed at him as you stood between his legs your fingers slightly tugging at his green hair trying to push his buttons, see how far he would take it this time.

You must have pushed the right button because he closed his eyes licking his lips as you caressed his face with your other hand before straddling him on the marble counter top.

His gripped your thighs and you could already feel the bruises forming as you both tried to anticipate each others next move, both equally unpredictable.

“Mmmm, baby you’re fucking killing me,” he whispered against her lips as he rubbed his nose against hers.

“J if you don’t kiss me I’m leavi—” you were cut off as Jared quickly gripped the back of your hair roughly making a small scream escape your lips.

“All that Chit Chats going to get you killed, little Margot,” calling you out on your obviously deviation from your character. He kissed your exposed neck and as you cried out feeling your whole body on fire. “You’re in no position to be making demands…”

You choked out a moan as his fingers slid under the waist band of your panties tracing small circles making your breath catch in your throat. “You don’t own me….” you breath out your voice so shaky you don’t even believe as he erupts in another typical joker laugh.

“That’s where you’re wrong kitten,” this time he slid your panties to the side and you could feel the heat radiating off your body as took of of his fingers and slid in slowly inside of you, “you’re soaking wet,” growling against her skin.

His lips went to your pale flesh and with his free hand he unhooked your bra as you gripped on to his shoulders panting as he added another finger. They pumped in and out of you as you pressed your forehead against his whimpering as he slowly stop pulling his hand out slowly and you whimpered at the sudden disconnect.

“Why are you stopping,” you met his lust blown blue eyes and you could instantly tell he was different all of a sudden.

“Take a bath with me,” his voice was suddenly softer, as he licked his lips and You could instantly notice the transformation back into Jared.

You nodded as you stood slipping out of the last bit of clothing that shielded you from him. You slowly went to step in the tub and Jared stuck his hand out helping you so you didn’t slip as your got in the tub. You looked behind you as you twisted your hair into a loose bun noticing Him slid out of his boots and jeans before following you into the water. The tub was almost the whole size of the large bathroom of your hotel room.

You felt him behind you as he kissed your bare shoulders as his fingers laced with yours. “You’re really beautiful baby.”

He pulled you down with him as he sat in the small grove of the corner of the tub pulling you against him as his arms wrapped around you.

You laid back letting the hot water relax your tense body. There was something about him that had you mesmerized, you thought when you met him he would be scary or too intense, most of cast steered clear of him, but just like David had predicted you two were the perfect pair.

You turned in his arms straddling him again as you brushed a loose strand of green hair from his eyes.

“You still haven’t kissed me,” you teased obviously frustrated. The only other time you played this game his lips barely lets yours as you two made out almost like teenagers after filming one night. Most people would think the joker hated kissing but it was actually the opposite.

Jared smiled, “God you’re perfect.”

“Jar–red,” you whined needing the small bit of affection.

He grinned leaning forward as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You could feel his tongue sliding against your bottom lip and before you know it his tongue is exploring every inch of your mouth as he pulls you closer to him, your body sliding against his and you could feel how excited he was getting even in the water.

You two moved in sync with each other and you could hear the water splashing around as you felt Jared steady your hips as you felt him the tip of him meet your aching center and your eyes locked with his as he pulled the two of you closer. A small scream escaping your throats as you moaned loudly.

“Is that what kitten wanted,” his joker voice returning for a moment as his hands went to your hair letting it down from its pony tail. He gripped your hair at the base remembering you like it pulled as you two found a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, Yes.” You kissed him harder this time your fingers twisting in his hair as you felt the building of an incredible orgasm.

“Come on baby, cum for me…” his voice was raspy as pulled you down harder kissing his way down to your neck where he assaulted your pulse point knowing it would be your undoing.

“Cum with me,” you pleaded your heart beating uncontrollably in your chest as you fall of the edge of an impending orgasm. His grip on you becomes stronger and his thrust more erratic as he follows at your request coming or rather cumming at the peak of your orgasm. You scream softly as you feel him scratch against your back using your body for support as you two bring each other down to bliss.

“That was intense,” he huffed kissing you softly as he brushed your now messy hair from your face.

“Oh my God we’re going to be purple,” you laughed as you looked at his chest noticing the waters changing color from the pink and blue dye in you hair.

“They can cover that with makeup..all though both of us randomly being purple might cause a stir…maybe we should get our story straight,” Jared laughed as he pulled into another kiss.

“Just tell the truth, blame it own method acting and great Chemistry,” you laughed again his lips.

“You know this is more than that right, this thing between us,” his eyes got serious as he traced his fingers across your collar bone.

“There might have been a moment where I questioned but I’m more of an in the moment kind of girl, but it is very nice to hear it.”

“I’m serious, I know we haven’t really talked about it and honestly I wasn’t sure where we were going with everything, I love that you’re so supportive of my method and process, it’s easy to get carried away, but at the end of the day my heart wants you.” He places your small hand over his chest.

“Good to know, Mr. J,” you smiled.

[jokers-sweethearts]

Jared Leto Imagine: How I Met Your Mother

Just a quick something for my lovely and very dear friend @bitch-its-bigbang who deserves the moon but until I can lasso it down I hope this imagine is cute   ❤️ 💛 💚 💙 💜

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Jared and his daughter sat in the studio going through his old vinyls looking for inspiration. It was a rare rainy day in Los Angeles and the streets were flooded. They took the rare opportunity to stay cooped up and cozy in the house. Jared was trying to find inspiration for the new album and his daughter was never too far away to help. After a few hours of waiting around and listening nothing seemed to be giving him inspiration. 

“All right well I’m officially bored with this” she said yawning and taking a seat next to him. 

Jared let out a little smirk as he toyed with the strings no his guitar. His daughter reached over and ran her finger along them. 

“Maybe I need something else other than listening to music” he admitted and set it down beside him.

“Well while you think of something I’m going to make coffee, want any?” she stood up and started heading out.

“No thank you baby” Jared leaned back trying to clear his mind and think. 

When his daughter returned with a cup of coffee in hand he couldn’t help but smile. She looked so much like her mother it was unbelievable.

“What?” she said taking a seat across from him giggling. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You just look like your mom is all... it’d be easier to think if I had both my girls here” he kept his eyes on the coffee in her hand.

“You said you didn’t want any you’re not stealing mine” She took a sip of her coffee with the cheeky look on her face Jared could always recognize. 

Jared smiled wide, she was like her mother too. “Spit it out kid I know you got something on your mind” he put his foot around the leg of the chair and scooted her closer to him.

“Well you said you need something other than music... and ya know I have no idea how you and mom met? Maybe write about that?”

“I think you may be onto something. You really never heard that?” 

“First time for everything” she said drinking more.

Jared sighed and his eyes lingered on his daughter. The memory filled him with joy. Thinking back all those years he’d never guess that all this around him would be the result of a cup of coffee.

“Here’s goes nothin then” he patted the seat beside him and his daughter took it.

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Jared looked at his watch before slowing his pace, he had some time before he needed to be in the class. He looked around at the UCLA campus just admiring it all. Never in a million years did he think he’d get the chance to be at a university like this. Thinking back to his days in art school this all seemed too unreachable. He kept his eyes up toward the sky trying to guess how tall the buildings were.

You tried to balance your books and research papers and coffee all at once while putting your keys in your bag. You kept your eyes on the ground knowing the campus well by now. You heard the quick footsteps and giggles of people passing you watching you struggle but you paid no attention. You began walking faster knowing class would begin soon.

Jared snapped out of his day dream and looked at his watch again, it was time. He began to turn around and take a step when he felt the impact.

You froze and your papers flew around and landed all over the ground but you couldn’t take your eyes off the mess you had made on the man in front of you. Your coffee had completely spilled all down the front of his outfit. 

Jared stepped back to try and get away from the cup pouring the liquid of him. He used his hands to try and wipe it off and cool himself down. 

“I am so.... so sorry sir!” your heart began racing as you processed the mess you made. You looked up and saw the stranger laughing and you were preparing to be ridiculed.

Jared took in the mess he was and couldn’t help but laugh. It was just his luck. He turned his eyes to the person he ran into and the smile dropped from his face. Instantly he felt goosebumps pop up all over his body and he didn’t even feel the heat from the coffee anymore. She was beautiful and the sight of her took the air right out of his lungs. He saw her face change from shock to shame as she apologized.

“No no no please it’s fine!” he quickly said. 

“I can’t believe how clumsy I am I’ll pay for a new shirt or whatever you need” you moved to the ground and began picking up your papers.

“Don’t be silly!” Following you and taking the papers from you. “It was an accident I should have been looking out for where I was going”.

“No! I should have been looking” you said and took the papers from his hands. 

Jared laughed at her desire to be at fault and played her game back at her. 

“Nope!” he smiled even wider and took the papers back “I insist I’m the idiot in this”.

You stopped and looked at him when you realized what he was doing. It was silly. You let out a sigh and laugh in relief giving up on collecting the papers. 

Jared felt his heart beat faster looking at her smile. It compelled him to laugh with you and he felt himself blushing at the sight. He watched her stand up and quickly grabbed the last of the papers so he could join her. He was so lost in looking at her he didn’t realize he held the papers right against the stain on his shirt. He pulled them away and they were now wet with coffee themselves. Now he really began to turn red.

You slowly took the papers from him and smirked at his embarrassed face. 

“I guess we’re even then huh?” you teased.

Jared took a deep breath, “I’m sorry I’ll talk to your professor or whoever and explain” 

“Now you’re the one that sounds silly! There are things called printers ya know. I’m sorry about the shirt really I am are you okay?”

Jared wanted to scoff at the question, he was more than okay looking at her. 

“Don’t mind it at all”.

You and him stared at each other for what felt like seconds and a lifetime all at once. His calm and cool demeanor took you off guard, it was refreshing for the campus. Anyone else would have scolded you. There was something about him.

“You don’t go here do you?” you said.

Jared smirked loving how straightforward she had been again. “Uh no no I don’t, what gave it away? No sense of where I am?”

“Something like that” you tucked your hair behind your ear, noticing the smile had not left your face still. “So uh let me make this up to you, I can show you where your headed”. you wanted to move on from this situation as fast as possible, hopefully he’d forget the fool you’d made out of yourself. 

Jared’s eyes lit up at the chance to be with her a little longer. Then the nerves came. He tried to muster up something smooth to say to impress her but all that came out was.

“Yeah totally radical” and he wanted to faint like he could see the words leaving his mouth and couldn’t grab them.

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“Oh my god dad” his daughter quipped

“I know”

“Radical?”

“Hey I was nervous and it was the 90′s”

“You both clearly like each other just ask her out already!”

“I’ll get to that part honey!”

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Your eyes lit up to match his. You couldn’t tell if you were happier he accepted or that he seemed just as nervous as you were.

“So you going to tell me where you’re headed?”

“Oh yeah!” Jared shook his head and searched his pockets, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and read it “Room 144, it’s for a film class”.

You grew even more excited but tried to hide it while you already were imagining sitting next to him and planning study dates.

“That’s... actually were I’m headed as well. You a new student?” you asked already thinking you knew the answer.

“Actually I’m like a... guest” Jared’s smile faded. He got so lost in the moment and the girl before him he forgot that he was even an actor. And then felt even more embarrassed than before at the thought of revealing it. “I’m here to talk to the class”.

You shook your head slowly as the study date dreams faded away. “Oh then uh....” you looked down at the papers in your hand “Then technically these are yours. Professor asked us to write our thoughts on the industry for a real life actor to read”. You were mortified. You wanted to run away for not knowing who he was. “I’m sorr-”

“Oh please” He interrupted and took them from the girl whose face was now the red one. “Please don’t say sorry again I think we’ve done that enough”.

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“She didn’t know who you were ha!”

“Baby.....” Jared sighed

“You loser!”

“Hey I was doing all right for myself”

“Oh right yeah that one show. How could she not have known the great Jordan Catalano”

“Leave me alone and let me finish”

“Why the hell would UCLA want you to speak? Was everyone else in Hollywood busy? Did you know the professor? Did grandma call for ya?”

“Shhhhhhhhh”

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You shook your head agreeing with him. “Why don’t we start over?” you said looking around at all the kids beginning to run to their classes. Now you both were going to be late. “.....on the way to class?”

“I’d like that” he said following her.

“I’m (y/n) and I promise I don’t do this everyday” you clutch your books close to your chest.

He had to keep how excited he was a secret so he wouldn’t make more of a fool of himself. But her name was perfect and matched her face. He was falling head over heals in a matter of minutes. “I’m Jared, and I’m flattered to hear a pretty girl chose me to spill her coffee on” he smiled warmly and looked next to him to steal another look at her.

You stayed silent as you made your way into the building with him. The classroom doors were closing and lectures beginning. You stopped when you reached the auditorium doors. 

“So I uh... good luck in there” you stood in front of him waiting to see if he would make a move.

“Thanks uhm... I look forward to reading your paper” he said knowing the coffee had destroyed that chance. He was racking his brain trying to think of a way to keep this going.

You watched him hesitate, could feel the other students in the class trying to look out the door to see what was holding everything up.

“Hey, Jared would you like to, I mean after the lecture like to..”

“Yes!” he couldn’t hold his joy in any longer. “Yes I would” 

You both relished in the moment and gazed into each others eyes. You and Jared could tell you were thinking the same thing, the chances of this happening were beyond what you expected for the day. The feeling deep down in your stomach when you saw each other for the first time was just like the movies.

“Mr Leto!” a man said approaching the two of you. “Ah I see you’ve met (y/n) she’s a fine student I have a feeling you’ll love her paper. After you miss!” he extended his hand to allow you to go first.

You smirked one last time at Jared before heading in and finding your seat. 

“Oh I have a feeling too” Jared whispered to himself.

“Thanks for joining us today Mr. Leto, I see you’ve had a bit of an accident?” the Professor laughed.

“It was well worth it” they headed in and the Professor closed the door.

Jared could sense the kids all laughing at the huge stain on his outfit but he couldn’t care less. He felt like he was floating he was so happy. He looked up and normally all those people would make him nervous, but he just kept his eyes on the girl in the front row. He tuned out everything else but her face and didn’t even hear the professor introduce him. 

You smiled back at him, your adrenaline was going so fast you just wanted to jump out of the chair. You kept your eyes locked on Jared as he stood there. You raised your eyebrows and nodded your head to let him know the professor was finished and it was his turn. 

For the entire lecture you both were either looking at each other or at the clock to see when this would all be over. Now Jared felt even more reassured about never attending this college before. He showed up just at the perfect time.

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“So did you bomb the lecture?”

“Is that all you took from the story honey?”

“Of course not! Spilled coffee, love at first sight, yadda yadda”.

Jared wrapped his arm around his daughter and gave her a kiss on the head. 

“So did telling that help you at all?” she looked up at him.

Before he could answer they heard the front door slam shut and the clicking of heels headed toward the studio. Your mother walked through the door soaking wet. 

“Babe you’re home early? Why’d did you travel through this?”

“Well babe” you said in a condescending tone”I don’t remember my loving husband responding to any of my texts that my plane landed early and I was stuck at the airport”.

Jared pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw all the messages lined up in his notifications.

“It was her fault!” he laughed tickling his daughter.

“Was not!”

You walked over to them and stole your daughters coffee from her hand taking a sip. 

“All forgiven now” you said once you tasted it.

Jared looked at his daughter and winked. He extended his hand for his wife to grab and pulled her over to his other side.

You and him shared a kiss, it was deeper than usual but you loved it. He had a nostalgic look in his eye that made your heart flutter. 

Their daughter watched them and admired how they looked at each other. Their kisses meant so much more knowing what she did now, and so did a regular cup of coffee. It was like a movie after all.

[5secondsofmoxley]

Short My So-Called Life One-Shot

Why is it you tend to notice things about people when you’re supposed to be focusing on other things? Like in class, you’re supposed to be listening to the teacher, but instead, you notice the annoying habits and little ticks of other people. Or, you notice features about them you never really noticed before. Like how blue someone’s eyes are. How they’re so blue, you could get lost in them thinking about everything and nothing. You imagine what it’d be like staring into those eyes while they profess their love for you. And then you realize those eyes are staring back at you, and your face flushes, you look away awkwardly while the other person smirks at your blushing. That was this morning in English, when Jordan Catalano caught me staring. I rushed out of the class after the bell rang, and practically ran to my locker. It was when I was putting the combination in that I was reminded that Jordan Catalano still knows my locker combo. He just walked right up, pushed my hand away and put my combination in, opening up my locker. He moved to the side, leaned against the locker next to mine, and looked up at the ceiling. God, he leans great. I started switching out my books when Jordan spoke up. “There’s this party tonight at Tino’s. Frozen Embryos is going to play a set.” I turned to Jordan just to see he still wasn’t looking at me. “It’s a Thursday night.” That got Jordan’s attention. He finally turned his body and gave me his attention. “Isn’t it Friday?” He could be so oblivious sometimes, but I think it just makes him more attractive. “No, it’s Thursday. Yesterday was Wednesday.” Jordan looked away for a few seconds with a blank look before looking back. “Oh, so?” I closed my locker and leaned on it, facing him. “So, it’s a school night. My parents never want me out on a school night.” Jordans lips twitched like he wanted to smirk, but he held back. “C'mon, Angela. Your mom loves me. Just tell her we’re hanging out.” It was true, my mom met him once, even after finding out he slept with my best friend Rayanne and practically broke my heart, and she gave him advice about getting me back. Only my mother would do that. I laughed, glancing away for a second before turning back to Jordan. “My mother will definitely not let me out on a school night, especially not to hang out with you, even though she loves you.” Jordan blinked at me. “Why not?” I sighed. “Because you’re a boy. I don’t even know if she wants me dating. I’m not even sure what we are since we haven’t exactly discussed it.” Jordan looked at me for a few seconds before finally speaking up, ignoring what I just said. “I’ll pick you up at 8:30. I’ll tell your mom we’re going to one of my gigs.” The bell rang, stealing Jordan’s attention for a few seconds. “Meet me by my car after school. I’m driving you home. Later.” He leaned down, catching me off guard with a long kiss before walking away, meeting up with Shane. I leaned my back against my locker, staring at the ceiling and grinning like an idiot. Rayanne and Ricky walked over, sharing a knowing look. “You’re so in love with Jordan Catalano.” Rayanne smirked. “C'mon, let’s go.”

[harley-quinnn]

Buried Treasure

Joker x Reader

Masterlist | Request

{A/N} I knocked this one out because it was recent and I wanted to make sure it was done for you before I started posting the older requests! I hope you enjoy, and thanks for bein’ my first request back! Xo

Prompt: Hi! Can I request a joker x reader where the reader is Frosts daughter and frost never told J about her but he ends up finding out and likes her? Lls. If that makes any sense ❤

Warnings: None, dahling, none. Allow me to ease you back in to my vile smut.

You threw your phone onto your bed in a huff. This was the third time this week your father has had you locked up in your room for reasons unknown to you. It wasn’t an evil thing, you weren’t being mistreated, but it annoyed you nonetheless.

He kept odd hours, after all he was Jonny Frost; The Jokers right hand man. It never really occurred to you that his line of work wasn’t particularly normal growing up. You weren’t sure you knew what normal was once you were old enough to realize that most people held jobs in offices or stores. When he began to lock you away, you decided to wait until you heard him unlock the door again. Sometimes, you wouldn’t hear the lock on the door click open again until at least daybreak.

“Stay inside, I’ll unlock the door soon. Just know you’re safer in here,” he’d say.

Knowing better than to question him, you’d simply agree, kiss him goodnight on the cheek and watch the lock turn in the doorknob. Tonight, however, was a different story. You turned the lights off in your room, pretending as though you’d “go to sleep” after he shuffled back down the hall. This time, you crept over to your window and opened the curtain just a bit, peeking through to see what was going on.

You weren’t visible with the darkness of your room spilling past the curtains, and you kept an eye on your dad as he walked outside, crossing his arms as a purple Lamborghini revved into the driveway and came to a shrieking halt. Your jaw almost hit the floor as you saw the only man you’d ever feared saunter out of the drivers side and toward your dad.

“The Joker,” you whispered. He looked angry as they got caught up in conversation in the driveway. You cracked your window just a tad in order to hear what was going on, but with no success. Curiosity began to sink in, enticing you to attempt leaving your room.

You stood up, finding it hard to peel your eyes from the scene below you as you slipped into a sweater over your negligee. Finally looking away, you approached your dresser and grabbed a bobby pin. You knew how to unlock your door, and you very well could’ve any of the previous times. But you trusted your father before anything and anyone else. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him this time, you just knew you could steal a quick peek and go unnoticed. You just wanted to see him up close for yourself, and maybe get a little insight into what your dad really does.

CLICK.

The lock pops open and you slide the bobby pin into your hair for safe keeping, making your way through the house. There was no more than a lamp lit in the living room as you passed by, avoiding the floorboards you knew would creak even though they were still outside. Once you approached the door, you stood perfectly still, holding your breath as you moved to steal a glance at Gotham’s most infamous criminal.

“J, I told you,” your father said, “I’m on his tail, I’m this fuckin’ close. He’s a dead man.”

“I told you, I don’t want him dead. I want him alive so I can tear him down myself,” The Joker responded, his body animated as he spoke.

You shouldn’t have been as surprised as you were. Did you think he was selling cookies? You asked yourself. It was a sight to see as you watched them carry on, The Jokers metal grill catching the light that lit up your front door. He was far more attractive than you were expecting, and you almost felt embarrassed for thinking so. His cocky demeanor held your attention the most as you leaned closer into the door absentmindedly, your fingers discreetly wrapping around it as your eyes followed his every move.

Their conversation was interrupted as his piercing blue eyes met your soft {E/C} ones.

“Who the fuck is here, Frost?” He spat, staring straight at you. “Are you trying to... set me up?”

You gasped as your father turned around, quickly leaving their line of sight and pressing your body into the wall. Shit. You did the only thing you could think of next. You ran. You bolted back through the house and to your room, closing the door behind you and silently praying that they would dismiss what they “thought” they saw. Against your better judgement, you crept up to peer through the window again, just to see if they had ignored you.

BANG. You jumped at the sound of the front door flying open, searching around your room for a place to hide. Footsteps and your dad stammering over his words from other parts of the house was all you could hear.

“No ones here, J,” he said, causing your stomach to lurch. “I’d never set you up, you know that!”

You watched the light under your door, suddenly feeling like a little kid in a scary movie. A shadow approached it as though on cue, and you dashed to your closet, trying to make yourself as undetectable as humanly possible behind the doors.

The sound of pressure meeting the doorknob invoked fear in your heart. You had forgetten to lock the door, but it was too late now. A quiet gasp escaped your chest as the door flew open.

“See, no ones fuckin’ here!” Your dad yelled, the panic in his voice is clear as bell, causing The Joker to second guess that he was telling the truth.

The lights flip on, and you can see him walking around, absorbing the contents of your room. The walls were {F/C}, the decor inside of the room fitting you to a tee. He looked surprised, as though he had no idea that Jonny had even had a life when he wasn’t working for him.

“Is this it?” he asked, incredulously. “You’re keeping your most, prized, possession from me?”

“J, she’s...” His voice wavered only slightly, sounding as though he knew he’d lost you before it even happened. “She’s all I have.”

You watched him through a small crack between the doors. He swayed on his feet, his pale skin was almost like porcelain, riddled with tattoos and scars under the rolled up sleeves of the dress shirt he wore. A large, sinister grin tugged at his red lips, and you were sure your heart stopped beating for just a moment. He was the city’s -maybe even the worlds- most dangerous man, and there he was, in your room.

“Frost,” he said, his voice mimicked that of hurt despite the smile on his face. “I’m offended.. You have me.”

His eyes darted to the closet, and though they were locked with yours, you were unsure if he could tell. Something about him made you want to reach out and touch him. To prove to yourself that he was real. His eyes shifted back to your father, who stayed silent. Your breathing was anything but steady as he began to walk, running his fingers along your dresser and over your shelves. He seemed to inspect everything he could before he stood directly in front of the closet doors. A hand brought itself to your mouth as you bit down on your knuckle and closed your eyes.

Please don’t open the door, please don’t open the door...

The doors opened slowly, very, very slowly. The light from the room washed over your closed eyelids as you exhaled. With a flutter, your eyes oepned again just as slowly in return, and the tall man before you was terrifyingly more handsome up close. There was no time to blush, but it was as though he could detect your sudden arousal as you screamed at yourself to push the thought aside.

“{Y/N},” your dad sighed from the opposite end of the room, sounding as though he were pleading for forgiveness.

The Joker’s eyes scanned your features as you brought your hand down to your chest, nervously fiddling with a silver necklace you wore. Your voice was caught in your throat as his eyes quickly followed your fingers. He snorted, running his finger under the chain against your warm skin. His touch electrified every nerve ending in your body.

You knew they were wrong, so very wrong, the things that briefly crossed your mind.

“All that work I give you, and she’s still wearing silver,” he tutted, not taking his eyes off of you as he spoke to your dad.

“It was my mother’s,” you defended, your eyes catching his with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, and she speaks!” He exclaimed sarcastically, leaning his head back and extending his arm.

The way his hair fell disheveled around the tattoo on his forehead secretly excited you. You loved a rough man, and there was nothing about him that could be seen as soft. You caught sight of your father reaching for the gun he carried under his belt quietly behind The Joker, but your eyes widened at the sight, giving him away. The Joker quickly pulled his own gun from his holster, pointing it at your dad. 

“Dad!” You called out, stepping forward before feeling a hand holding you back by your shoulder. You gulped, stopping dead in your tracks. So many feelings were brought to the forefront at once, and you weren’t sure where to turn with any of them.

“I’m disappointed in you, Frost,” he said, his tone that of scolding as his icey eyes raked over your frame. “She’s so pretty.. The worst crime you’ve committed is keeping this doll hidden away from me her entire life...” 

You immediately locked eyes with your dad.

“My whole life?” You asked, oddly hurt that The Joker, in fact, had no idea you existed at all.

“You have to understand {Y/N},” he responded. “I didn’t want you to get wrapped up in-“

“Blah blah blah...” the joker interrupted, clutching your necklace in his hand and yanking it off of your neck in one swift movement.

“My necklace!” You squeaked automatically, eyes wide with shock and distress. He leaned down to hold your stare, sparks flying in your chest. His lips, stained in crimson, tempted you more than you’d like to admit.

“You’ll learn to appreciate the finer things when you’re on my arm, princess...”

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Joker x Reader ; Fever.

AUTHOR’S NOTE; I don’t know who you are, but I do want to apologize for how long it took me to get to your imagine. I didn’t know if you wanted it to be an IMAGINE for a gif imagine so I decided to go ahead and write one out for you. I hope it’s what you wanted and I hope it’s to your liking. I tried to add some wit into it because …..well I don’t know why. Haha hope you like it!

The back of your heel tapped vigourously against the tinted side of the elevator while your eyes peered lazily at the gold trimmed watch that wrapped elegantly around your wrist. The time seemed to sit still at 5:45PM, but some how you couldn’t escpae the nagging feeling that it was much later. Then again, Gotham City had an uncanny ability to be gloomy even despite the sunny weather, but like it or not it was home for you.

The ding of the elevator was a sound of relief and the delicious smell of chicken noodle soup hit your nose with delight. It took 45 minutes to prepare it perfectly and the portion of it that you left behind for yourself in your crockpot made you smile. Chicken noodle soup was always one of your favorites, but you liked it even more when you made it because remedies were always your speciality. Mr. J had fallen ill and him being the masochist that he truly was, he refused to see a doctor. This ultimately left him in your care, powerless to soothe himself. You were positive that you could push him back to the brink of good health because you’d done it countless of times before, however his constant temper and persistent nagging nearly drove you over the edge. Why couldn’t he just be grateful?

Your legs sped up to get to the counter to avoid being burned by the bowl and the distant muffled groans coming from the next room made you smile. A part of you enjoyed seeing him this way considering his bad attitude the past few days. It wouldn’t be surprising to find him sprawled out over the bed moaning in discomfort but you were annoyingly surprised to find him sitting at his office desk located in the back of his penthouse. His eyes were extremely focused on the documents sitting closest to him but his pale cheeks were flushed pink and he was sweating. 

“What ….are you doing?” You questioned only for him to glance up at you and return his gaze to his work. You attempted to adjust your tone but the annoyance was clear. 

“You’re not supposed to be up.” you warned when he didn’t answer. Your lips pushed together into a straight line when he continued to ignore you. 

“Keep being an asshole and the doctor wont give ya a lollipop.” You warned heading back towards the kitchen. Pulling the top from your soup, you smiled and searched for a bowl to put it in. 

“I brought you some soup!” you yelled over your shoulder for him to hear. when he didn’t respond again, you tightened your lips. After all you had been doing to help him and he had the audacity to ignore you as if you weren’t spending all this time to insecure his healing process. 

“J!” You finally yelled while turning around to find him standing behind you, leaning against the door frame.

“I ain’t deaf.” He finally spoke up.

“Ya ain’t a mute either.” you pointed out obviously still annoyed by him ignoring you.

“Whaddya got?” He questioned while leaning forward. his eyes grazed your skin and their slow guide down the front of your frame caused you to raise a brow.

“Soup, chicken, broth and all kinds of spices to clear out that bacteria.” You educated him while turning back towards the counter. You heard him shuffle behind you, but you didn’t bother to look.

“Of I could just sweat it out.” he suggested. 

“Do you still have.....” You trailed off only to turn around and find him inches away from you. “A fever?” You continued while resting your hands behind you on the counter in an attempt to gain some distance from him. 

“Ohhhh like you couldn’t imagine, Doc.” He exaggerated while once again slipping his eyes away from yours and down your frame. 

“Hmmm. Maybe a hot bath. The water and the steam should help.” You suggested while glancing towards the bathroom. You hadn’t noticed it before, but being this close to him allowed you to fully see the sweat on his face; the discoloration around his cheeks and the dull look in his eyes. was he getting worse?

As a reflec you lifted the back of your hand to his forehead to find him warm instead of burning hot like the day before.

“Mr. J, I can’t cure you if you keep runining all my hard work by ignoring your rest and combing over your work.” You warned.

“Cure me? of what girl? My genius, my bad back? You wanna hear a story about how I got that?” He questioned.

“No. I want you in bed.” You corrected, only to frown when he smiled widely. 

“Our interests are alligned.” he mused while placing his hands against the edge of the counter behind you and in between the gaps in your arms. 

“J.....You’re sick.” you spoke pointing out the obvious.

“You don’t wanna know how many doctors have told me that.” He smiled. You opened your mouth to say something, but were silenced by the weight of his lips on yours. There wasn’t room for you to pull away and the taste of cough drops was on his tongue. You attempted to hold in the chuckle but it vibrated between your lips. 

Finally, you turned your head to break away from his kiss and he growled. 

“You’ll never get better like this.” you warned. 

“Never say never.” He corrected while clicking his tongue in disapproval. 

“I’m rying to help you Mr. J.” 

“Not tryin hard enough.” he frowned. 

“Well what do you want me to do?” You question, only for him to glance down at your lips and move closer to you for another kiss. 

“I mean....I know what you want me to do ...” You trailed off while turning away again. 

“Then do it.” He suggested. Your eyes narrowed at his demand and he shifted his weight in on his feet. When you raised a brow in defeat he smiled again. 

Pulling his hand from behind you he slid his middle and ring finger down the front of his lips and guided them through the front of your underwear. He shifted again when he finally came into contact with the slit in between your thighs and his body moved closer. 

The features of your face softened at his touch and his eyes soaked in your expression; he was pleased. It didn’t take long for him to fashion a rhythm between your legs and your fingers became steel bars around the edge of the counter that held you up. 

“Do you like the kinda medicine I practice, Doctor?” He questioned playfully, but you were too caught up in your own moans to fully answer him. The smile that slid across his face in response to you was nearly contagious but the building sensation at the base of your stomach caused you to rock your hips in the direction of his fingers. 

“Yes......no?” He baited you while fixing his lips into a hard “o.” His eyes scanned your face in a desperate plea for a reaction or answer, but all you wanted was to cum. 

You nodded your head in response but he frowned. A deep hum resonated at the center of his throat and he pulled his fingers away from your clit.

“Use your words.” he instructed while running his moist fingers over your lips.

“Please?” You begged and he smiled.

“Please....” He trailed off in an attempt to bait you into saying what he desired. The upper half of his body leaned into you more and your body burned underneath his gaze. The half opened red collar shirt smelled of Gucci cologne and the slickness of its texture curled between your fingers as you used it to pull him closer. You didn’t like to be toyed with especially not in this state, but his eyes remained on you in wait of an answer. This wasn’t fair. You didn’t even want to start this in the first place, but here you were begging him to continue. 

Your hands slipped between the front of his button down and you focused your attentions on removing his belt. 

“That what you want?” He questioned while watching your hands at work.

“Yes.” You answered between breaths.

“Where?” He questioned while moving his eyes down your frame. He dragged them as if taking small mental pictures of you, but you frowned.

“J......Please?” You asked again. Your impatience was clear and he shifted his weight again in front of you. 

“Where Kitten?” He asked while pushing a piece of your hair from your shoulder.

“Ugh, never mind.” You gave up and attempted to push passed him. You were surprised to find his hand cupping your inner elbow as he softly pushed you back into place in front of the counter and under his gaze. 

“Careful......Your disobedience is showing.” He warned while softly gripping your chin. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” He questioned playfully, but the raspy tone in his voice revealed his true annoyance. 

“You’re the one whose sick, are you even well enough for this?” You rose a brow only for him to tilt his head to the side. When he attempted to pull at your shirt, you swatted him away. 

“You.....You little plain in the ass.” he warned while gathering his hands behind you and lifting you up to sit on the edge of the counter in front of him. Your arms rested on either side of his shoulders and he slid his hands up and down your inner thighs. 

“Say it.....” he nearly pleaded. 

“Play with me.” you urged.

There was a slight hum of satisfaction playing at his lips and before you could mentally commit the expression to memory he had dragged his lips up the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitched and you could feel his lips curving into a smile. 

“Where?” He asked again not bothering to look at you. His eyes were fixated on your lower abdomen and his fingers painted small patterns into your thighs near your panties. Your fingers slid up the insides of your thighs and slowly took a hold of your skirt. Pulling it above your knees to reveal the lace panties hiding underneath. 

“Here.” You instructed only for him to smile again. Shifting his weight in front of you he guided his index and middle finger up to your underwear and moved them to the side. There was a hum on his lips again when one of his fingers found your clit. 

“Here?” He questioned while beginning a small circular motion that nearly brought you to the brink of tears. 

“Yeah?” He asked again, but all you could do was nod. 

“Such a good girl.....” he trailed off while pushing his thumb harder into your clit. You couldn’t stop the assault of moans that left your lips or the burning of your skin beneath his gaze, but as soon as you were close to your peak; he stopped. Before you could mourn the loss of him, he was gone. 

HIs body leaned against the doorway from before and his sweat was even more visible. 

“J?” You questioned tilting your head to the side. The unavoidable bulge in his pants made you smile but the increased breathing was not because of you. You rolled your eyes and leaped from the counter.

“Take off your clothes.” He demanded with a straight face, but you narrowed your eyes.

“Shut up.” you demanded through gritted teeth before placing the back of your hand on his forehead.He was burning up and at this rate, he’d pass out before getting to the bedroom. You sighed and rolled your eyes again because it was your own fault. If you had just held your ground and stayed firm in your “no” then this wouldn’t have happened. 

His hand reached up to pull at your shirt, but you pushed it away. He barely had enough energy to stand but he was still trying to undress you.

“Stop it.” you ordered only for him to firmly grab your chin. He pulled you closer as if to kiss you, but you pushed him away.

“I said stop it.” you warned. King of Gotham he may be, but in this weakened state he couldn’t argue with you. 

“You need to lye down.” You instructed while holding out your hand for him to take. He glanced down at it for a moment before rolling his eyes. You hated to see him displeased, but you’d rather see him upset than dead. Slipping your hand around his waist, you easily guided him back to his room. The deep unsettled groans at the back of his throat expressed his irritation with you, but you didn’t care at this point. 

“I promise, if you at least take a nap i’ll take a bath with you later?” You tried to smooth over, but he smiled a taunting smile before using his hand to brush the top of his head.

“You promise, promise?” He chuckled in a mockery of you.

“Or I could just turn on some porn to play all day throughout the room to give you blue balls and leave you all alone since you wanna be an asshole.” You suggested, but he flopped backwards and ignored you. Wen you turned to leave he groaned. 

“Stay.” He said simply. 

You sighed in the distance and placed a hand on your hip. 

“No funny business.” You warned only for him to wave a hand in your direction.

You indulged him by laying down next to him and allowing your body to brush against his. After a few minutes you noticed him drifting off to sleep, but a gentle squeeze to your back side alerted you that he was still awake. You wanted to object and respond with a witty comment but all you could do was say his name in which he chuckled in response. 

[aliensandtorment-blog]

Angel (Joker x Reader)

Warnings: bad language, mentions of sexual themes, murder (it was just a singular murder, but I am still warning you.), and all around un-christian stuff (sorry folks!).

Fandom: D.C. Comics, Suicide Squad.

Reader Insert Slang: (Y/N) your name, (Y/F/N) your first name, (Y/L/N) your last name, (H/C) hair color, (E/C) eye color, (S/P) skin pigment, (S/W/C) straight/wavy/curly hair, (H/L) hair length, (B/T) body type (sorry if I missed any mentioned in the story).

A/N: I thought up a rough plot for this imagine/oneshot when I was enjoying a nice shower after watching Suicide Squad, and I definitely didn't wanna let it leave my head. So I really do hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. P.s. this is my first writing piece I have made on this site, so, please, be gentle with your criticism...? I proof read it all, but it’s 02:11 right now so I may have missed some stuff. Yippie! (TTーTT)b 

You were dancing around like a freak. You didn’t care who was staring, you were completely out of your mind at this point in time; The Joker had zapped the last bit of sanity out of you. The memories of you fighting for the right cause were twisted into malevolent delusions, blurred to the point that you couldn’t tell if you were ever good. 

The colorful strobe lights in the club were almost seizure inducing. You felt the woman from before grinding up on you, now, normally you’d shut it down, but you weren’t you anymore. No more social-anxiety caused panic attacks: just your fucked up mind telling you to let loose until your heart stopped beating. Even though you would have never been this way if it wasn’t for the infamous Clown Prince of Crime, you relished in the blissful feeling of total freedom. 

He was so greedy when it came to you and you never knew why, and he didn't have the faintest inkling of an idea either. You were just another super-human fighting for a better city--a better world--but that green haired beauty had to come in and ruin your life. He got such a kick out of learning that Batman’s younger sibling had been apprehended and was being held in his headquarters. 

He was infatuated with the angelic, (H/C) haired creature tied to a metal chair in his humble abode. You weren’t as intrigued with him as he was with you, and he knew that. But he didn’t care: if your morals were in the way of his obsession, then he’d just take away all ability to differentiate right from wrong. And he did.

J and one of his associates sat, talking about his return from Arkham. But the bulky man sitting across from the clown was eying the little slice of heaven out on the dance floor. The way their hips swayed in a devil-may-care way, (E/C) eyes filled with excitement when the song changed to one with a very upbeat vibe, and how their (H/L/), (S/W/C) hair would bounce majestically with every movement you made. It was hard to believe that such a pure creature could exist, and dating the most feared person in all of Gotham, of all people.

He took a sharp intake of breath, slightly aroused. “You’ve got a bad bitch, J.” the green haired sociopath sitting across from his went wide eyed, giving the man a deathly stare, standing up abruptly without disestablishing eye contact.

“That,” he extends his hand out towards your perfect, (B/T) body, shaking his hand to emphasize his words. “That is not a bad bitch: that is an Angel, the filthiest of purities, my best fuck yet, the light of my life!” He puts as much hysterics into his rant as an insane psychopath can. “The new, improved, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)!” he growls protectively, deciding to call you over to show you just how much he loves the fuck out of your freshly-crazy ass. He whistles like a master calling his pet, knowing full well his pet will come when called, lest they get a firm scolding later if they don’t.

You crawled across the wall that separated you from the V.I.P. room, and flung yourself over the other side, landing gracefully in front of your gnarly lover, lurching forward into his eager arms. “What's up, angel?” you innocently chirp. The Joker rubbed his menacing hands up and down your arms, giving you a mock pout, turning you to the crime boss sitting at the table next to you and J.

“This hunka-hunka right here finds your angelic charm sexually stimulating,” you look over at him, his eyes hungry for you, but all you did was give him a proud smirk. When J saw you wink at the out-of-line man while biting your rosey bottom lip, he could barely hold back from beating the literal life out of him, then taking you right then and there, on the table smeared with the adulterate guy’s blood. “He tells me I’ve got myself a bad bitch.” he grins wildly when he sees you fume with anger, turning around and walking away absolutely appalled.

“Well I never!” blow a tuft of (H/C) hair out of your flustered face. You couldn’t believe the things people say about another man's lover when said lover is not around to defend themselves. Cowardly.

“Awe, sweetums, did he offend you?” he rubbed his pale hands over the baby soft (S/P) skin of your body soothingly. He knew exactly how this will play out, because he is a master manipulator, and very keen on creating the most casualties as possible. “Do you want me to... defend your honor?” He turned you around, lifting your face to meet his gaze with your misty, (E/C) orbs. he tuted with mock sympathy, but still genuinely wanting to make you feel better, pulling you into his tender--well, as tender as a psychopath can muster--embrace, stroking your hair. He gave out a devious laugh, peeking over your head at the man who made the mistake of coming to ‘personally welcome him back��. The Joker just got out of confinement, was it the smartest move to kiss the ass of a serial killer itching to make up for the lack of crimes committed since he's been gone? No, it was not. He was a dead man the instant he passed this clubs threshold. “Would that make it all better?” he coos to you, ready to blow this guys brains out.

“I’d love nothing more,” you smiled into the green haired clowns chest, reaching your head up to lick up his neck sensually, stopping at his ear, biting his earlobe teasingly before whispering. “Murder is the best kind of foreplay, angel.” you felt J tense up after that, snarling like a maniac, giving you a passionate kiss. you went over to the little wall you crawled over to get here and blew him a confirmation kiss, winking at him as you spread your legs slightly. He pulled out his pistol, ready to end this guys pathetic life and get on with more pressing matters. 

He pled for his life, but all J did was laugh as he pulled the trigger, ending his life for no real reason. But who was gonna say anything? No one was that stupid, surely.

“That was hot, J. Now come over here so I can thank you.” you lured him over with a motioning finger. This wasn’t what your old self would do, or condone. But your old self was gone. And honestly? You couldn’t care any less.

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{OUT OF PLACE HEAD CANNONS*BONTEN WHEN THEY SEE YOU UPSET}

{When Bonten has a crush on you}

SERIES

MIND GAMES

ARRANGE MARRIAGE

MIKEY SANZU KAKUCHOU KOKONOI

RAN RINDOU TAKEOMI

KANJI *Decide to write his but kept it personal.

ONESHOTS

If Only You Were A Different Person

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We Fell Out Of Love

{Kakuchou Hitto * Takashi Mitsuya}

For Your Smile

{Imaushi Wakasa}

Post Apocalyptic World

{Taiju Shiba}

At Last

{Taiju Shiba}

Fragments

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Skeletons

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Brother

{Shion Madarame}

Letting him go.

{Taiju Shiba}

As the world caves in

{Mikey}

Black Swan

{Inui Seishu}

The blame is on you pal.

{South}

HOOKED

{RAN HAITANI}

HIM & I

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UGLY PRIVILEGE

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UM? No.

{Taiju Shiba x Assistant}

THAT'S WRONG DUMBASS

{South Terano X Gang Leader}

WE HAD IT ALL

{KANJI MOCHIZUKI X EX-GIRLFRIEND}

OPEN YOUR EYES

{Reader X Comfort Character}

OLDER MEN ARE TASTIER

{Takeomi Akashi}

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

{MIKEY VS TAKEMITCHI'S SISTER}

TUMBLED

{Rindou X Ex wife}

HOW I CONFESSED TO YOUR MOTHER

{KAZUTORA X CHILDHOOD FRIEND}

CHASING THE GAMBLER

{Kokonoi Hajime X Gambler}

DUELES TAN BIEN :You Hurt Me So Good

{South Terano}

PRODIGIES

{Kisaki Tetta}

¥DISCUSSIONS*THOUGHTS*SPOILERS*LEAKS¥ 260 bruh 259 259 Benkei's bitch ass 258 Taiju

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247 leaks

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245 SPOILER

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241 THOUGHT242 SPOILER & THOUGHTS

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WHAAAAAAAAT?! RANDOM THINGS.

Tokyo Rev Goodies

Sanzu vs Patrick

Tr Cover Volume 28

Tr bois

Sanzu Stop

TVD X TR

Savior Taiju

KOKO’S TONGUE

Songs Daddies Owns

RAN X TAKACHAN

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RAN&RIN COLORED

COLORED HARU

MOCHI BUT JARED LETO'S JOKER

DOUBLE M

I'M F UP

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MIKEY X RICK'S TOILET POOPER

PRETTY BOY MOCHI COLORED

TOO YOUNG FOR THIS

SHIBA BROTHERS

TAKEOMI X MARVEL

WHAT IF MOCHI......

CRACK

My baby boo 💕

SIBLINGS?

TOKYOREV NONSENSE

FALLING IN LOVE

TOKYO REV CRACK (SANZU)

TOKYO REV CHARACTERS’ EVOLUTION

OG’S

SUPER-BOWL

EVOLUTION OF RINDOU

TOKYO REV CRACK (KISAKI SLANDER)

HAKKAI & TAIJU GOODIES

Taiju vs Koko’Inupi

[foreverblackrose]

The King pt. 2 (Joker x Reader)

@lexi-chan17 @nattalie-z

You never thought you would love being the Joker’s secretary/personal assistant as much as you did. The pay was amazing, and the work itself was fairly simple. Mostly, you scheduled meetings and ran errands whenever your boss asked, and it definitely had it’s benefits, such as almost guaranteed protection against the many villains of Gotham. No one was willing to mess with the Joker or the employees he deemed loyal, like Frost and yourself. 

The Joker himself was surprisingly fair to you and your cousin. You supposed if you were constantly watching your back for traitors, you’d be pretty appreciative of loyalty as well. The King of Gotham assured that you always got a fair portion of pay after jobs, and seemed to value your opinions during meetings. You’d learned to like your boss quite a bit.. Possibly more than you should. 

Recently though, the Joker was facing a dilemma that was affecting everyone. Three of his former employees had rebelled against him with the intention of undermining his business. Shipments to and from the club were being intercepted and to say Mr. J was pissed was the understatement of the century.

You witnessed this rage first hand as the Joker strangled the man before him, who refused to reveal the location of the traitors. Personally, you wouldn’t have had a problem with Mr. J killing the man, but it seemed a little detrimental to your end game, so you decided to intervene as the man began turning purple. 

“Mr. J, sir,” You interjected calmly as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I’m not sure killing him is the best choice right now, or he’ll never be able to tell us where the others are.

The Joker’s sadistic smile faded into a frown and he nodded, “I suppose.. You’re right doll.” He allowed the man to drop to his knees against the wall and gasp for breath. The Joker turned to face a nearby guard with a scowl on his face and growled out a fast, “Get him out of my face.”

The Joker swiftly exited the interrogation room, and you followed behind closely. Frost met you both at the door and joined you as the Joker made his way into his office. He sat heavily in his chair and rubbed his temples, his jaw tight with frustration. There was a heavy tension in the room as Mr. J looked to Jonny for a report.

“I’ve talked to several of our informants, sir,” He began cautiously, “No one’s seen ‘em. They’re in hiding, but we know they’re close to Gotham or they couldn’t get to our shipments so fast... But I think it’s safe to assume by now that there is a mole somewhere close sir.”

The Joker growled darkly, rolling his head aimlessly, “Round up all the goons for interrogation... I want this fixed. Now.”

You hesitated briefly, biting your lip. You had a suggestion, but if it were to fail, the consequences would be tremendous. However, it could possibly help him, and maybe Mr. J seeing that you had good ideas would be a good thing in the long run.

“Uh... sir?”

The Joker’s head snapped towards you, his eyes dark and mind-blowingly intense in such a way that your whole body felt like jelly. “What?”

“I just... I have an idea,” You continued slowly. “If there is a mole, maybe the best way to capture them.. Is with bait.”

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“This is such a bad idea,” Frost whispered under his breath. “Honestly, out of all the dumb things you’ve suggested, this is the worst.”

“Shut up, Frosty,” You mumbled, loading another bag of cash from the newest bank robbery into the van. “This’ll work.”

He rolled his eyes and threw in the last bag, “Are you sure about this? He gave you the option to sit this out.”

“Yes, you two need all the help you can get.”

He sighed and adjusted his clown mask. The plan was fairly simple, the three of you would disguise yourselves and join the goons assigned to this detail for the mission. It was assumed that the mole would more than likely decide to be among them since the pay was supposed to be much larger than normal. They would wait for the traitors to attack, finish them off, and be done with it.

A man in a bear costume- aka, the Joker himself- offered you his hand from the back of the van. You accepted it and allowed him to pull you up while the other goons loaded into the front of the van. Frost followed in behind you and slammed the doors closed. 

For a while, everything was quiet. No one spoke and the only real noise was the sound of the van speeding down the road. The anxiety was beginning to creep up on you. What if they didn’t attack? Would the Joker be angry? If he did, would it be enough for him to kill you? He had killed others for much less than this. But also, what if they do attack? Were you really prepared? You had never actually had to kill anyone. For the most part, you were shielded from that side of the job. You’d seen it plenty of times, but could you actually shoot anyone?

The sound of gunshots and the popping of tires tore you from your thoughts. The vehicle jolted as the tires burst, but what surprised you most was the sudden, steadying arm against you. The familiar purring filled your ear as the Joker leaned into you, “Get ready for the fun, doll.”

You stood, got into position behind a large box, and the van doors flew open. A barrage of bullets began to fly and you began to lose track of where they came from. There were shouts of surprise, yelps of pain, and the ringing of laughter that could only belong to the insane man beside you. It was almost an outer body experience as you fired your own gun, but in a way, you rather enjoyed the thrill of it.

Within minutes, it was over. The Joker threw off his mask and sauntered out of the van, still chuckling to himself. “Well, that was thrilling!”

 Frost rolled his eyes before stripping out of his costume and jogging to the front of the van to call for a goon to pick you all up. You quickly stepped out of your own costume and couldn’t help but grin a little at the Joker’s reaction. It should have been repulsive to see him laughing over multiple corpses, but it didn’t matter much.

 Mr. J turned towards you with a large smirk on his face, “That was a marvelous idea, doll face. Very worthy of another.. Promotion of sorts.”

“Another promotion...?” You questioned quietly. What could you possibly do besides this?

“I am the King of Gotham,” He elaborated, stepping closer to you, “And every King, needs a Queen.”

You froze. There was no possible way he was suggesting what it sounded like. That only happens in the fanfictions you read that were written by awkward teenage girls...

His hand was warm against your cheek in the cold night air, his thumb stroking your skin so gently you barely noticed it.

“We’re going to have so much fun together...” 

And with that, he brought his lips forward to meet yours.

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Desperate Times Part 2

I have gotten a million requests to do a part 2 to Desperate Times so here it is finally! Considering the way I left it i may or may not make it a mini series of sorts solely based on the reaction I get from part two! Feedback is GREATLY appreciated and I really hope you guys like this one! 

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Three weeks, four days, 10 hours, and 48 minutes. That’s how long it had been since your lovely father had traded you for drugs. Things were the same with Mr. J. You mostly kept to yourself and only spoke when necessary. No apology came from him in regards to the slap but you weren’t too torn up about it. 

“Y/N, you’re coming to the club with me tonight,” he said, breaking you from your thoughts. 

“No I’m not,” you answered. 

“Oh yes you are,” he retorted. “you don’t really have a choice. You rolled your eyes and nodded turning back to the crossword you were doing. 

“Why?” you inquired, curious as to why he was so set on you coming. 

“You haven’t left the house since you’ve been here, plus there’s someone I want you to see,” he said with a silver smile. “The dress you’re going to wear is on your bed. Also, stop rolling your eyes at me doll.” 

After a nice nap you looked at the clock and found that it was time to start getting ready. The dress he had given you was more of a t-shirt than anything. You couldn’t deny that it was a pretty dress though. Simple black, long sleeves, and a cutout that let you see a good amount of your cleavage. Bless for pushup bras, you though to yourself. Your look for the night was simple, a smokey eye matched with dark red lips. 

You stumbled down the stairs in the heels that were entirely too high for your liking. 

“Mmm kitten don’t you look sexy.” His voice sounded behind you. You turned and noticed that his burgundy dress shirt that adorned his torso matched the same deep red as your lips. He looked good, you had to admit. You mentally kicked yourself for being attracted to a psychopath. 

“Thank you. We going?” You wanted to get this night over with as soon as possible. You hated him, you hated this, you hated your dad, you just hated everything. You just wanted to runaway but you were smarter than that, you knew that if you tried then you might as well start digging your grave. He nodded and pulled you towards his signature purple lamborghini. 

“I can’t wait for you to see your surprise,” he said giddily. You stayed silent, obviously nervous of your “surprise”. You quickly pulled up to his club and he pulled you out of the passenger side, dragging you in to the thumping music. “Ooh he’s here Y/N. Your surprise is here!” You stared at him confused. You scanned the room searching for anyone that you might recognize. He led you to his private section and you plopped down on the couches as some of his goons strode in. 

“He’s here boss. Want us to bring him in?” his deep voice spoke. 

“Yes. Oh gosh I can’t wait doll.” You winced at the pet name he had chosen. A man was pushed in to the room. A man you knew all too well. 

“Dad?” Your eyes widened. 

“Y/N? Oh god Y/N. What have I done.” He stepped forwards to hug you before he was pulled back roughly. “Give her back Joker,” he begged. 

“Hmm let me think about that. No. We made a deal John. Your addiction for your lovely daughter,” he declined. 

“Please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, any-” 

“Do you actually think I want to go with you? You fucking sold me to a notorious psychopath murderer for drugs,” you interrupted. 

“Please Y/N.” You saw the tears forming in his pathetic eyes. 

“It was your choice John.She’s mine now. And oh how I love having her, if you know what I mean.” He dropped his left eye in to a dramatic wink. Next thing you knew there was a gun aimed at your captor. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you John, don’t be stupid,” Mr. J warned. The bang of a gun sounded before you heard the sharp intake of breath from the man beside you. “I gave you a chance John but you were stupid.” A second shot rang and you saw your fathers body collapse. You shot up from the couch and ran towards the nearly deceased man on the ground. 

“No dad, no. No, no, no, this can’t be happening.” You turned you head and looked at the Joker. “What did you do? What did you do!” you yelled. Your attention was turned back to your father. His empty brown eyes were fluttering as he desperately held on to his life. 

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he mumbled before his eyes drifted closed. Your tears dripped on to his bloody chest as you let out a sob, staring at the dead body of the man you once knew as your father. 

“Well that was lame. Time to go princess,” he interrupted your moment. 

“Fuck you. Fuck you, you heartless bastard...” He deserved it. He was barely a father. He always picked the drugs over you. Fuck him, fuck everyone. As if he read you mind he snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“He deserved it Y/N. You know that.” His voice had softened as his eyes bore in to yours. 

“I know. He deserved everything that came to him,” you admitted quietly. You looked over at him fully. “You’re hurt,” you observed. His left shoulder was bleeding making his already dark red shirt even darker. “Lets get home, I’ll clean it up.” 

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“Jesus. Will you stay still? You’re making it worse,” you said as you carefully searched for the bullet. 

“Oh sorry Y/N, let me just shoot you then dig through your bullet hole to see how still you’ll stay,” he retorted sarcastically. 

“Well it wouldn’t hurt as much if you would just stop moving.” You yanked the bullet out making him wince. 

“Ow.” You chuckled and reached for the gauze and tape. 

“I’m just gonna patch it up and you’ll be as good as new.” You smiled at him. He grunted in acknowledgement. 

A while later he sat in his bed shirtless staring at his phone. You stood in the door way admiring his muscular tattooed chest. He really was quite good looking if you looked past all the psycho he eluded. 

“It’s rude to stare doll,” he said, grabbing your attention. 

“Oh, uhm sorry. I just came to see how your shoulder’s doing. I’m going to re-wrap it.” He nodded and you walked over to the side of his bed, taking a cautious seat beside him. 

“You can come closer doll. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He winked at you causing a blush to creep over your cheeks. You scooted closer to him, carefully removing the bloodied bandages. His eyes squeezed shut as you dabbed disinfectant on the bullet hole. 

“He’s dead. I can’t believe he’s dead,” you said quietly while wrapping the new gauze around his shoulder. A tear slid down your cheek. “I mean I know he deserved it but I can’t believe he’s actually dead. You focused on his shoulder as a distraction. 

“Don’t cry doll. He sold you to a psychopath.” He grinned at his words. You let out a half-hearted chuckle, a tear falling on to your lap. You shook your head in an attempt to rid him from your thoughts. You taped the last of the gauze and gave him a light pat on the back. 

“Alrighty, good to go, I’ll replace it again in the morning.” You made a move to stand up but he grabbed your hand and encouraged you to take your seat beside him. 

“Where’d you learn to do all this?” he inquired. 

“Well I’ve had to patch my dad up so much that I kinda had to learn. Gotta say, I’ve practically saved his life a couple times. I should be a nurse,” you chuckled, “I’ve actually always wanted to be a nurse but college is expensive and I wouldn’t even be able to get in anyway but a girl can dream right?” He stared at you in silence and the room grew uncomfortably quiet. You stood up again only to be pulled back down to his side. 

“I’m sure you would get in. You probably got great grades. You’re a smart girl Y/N.” 

“Well I didn’t even graduate. Was always too busy taking care of my dad that I could never go to school. I missed so much school that I ended up just dropping out when I was 15. I couldn’t leave him alone.” He looked furious, such a drastic change from his gentle behaviour previously. 

“What a bastard. You had to grow up too fast Y/N because or your jack ass, douche bag, addict of a father. I’m fucking glad I killed his sorry, pathetic ass. You deserved better Y/N.” He surprised you when he pulled you in to his side and placed a wet kiss to your temple. His kinda gesture sent a strange feeling throughout your body, unsure of how to react. You decided to take advantage of his good mood and leaned in to his uninjured shoulder. 

“Well I should head to bed. See you in the morning J,” you said as you slid off the plush bed. 

“No, stay in here with me tonight. Y’know, for health reasons.” You stared at him with a confused expression. “In case anything happens to my shoulder.” His quick cover up made you giggle. 

“Yea. Sure. Okay. Y’know, for your shoulder.” You smiled as you slid back in next to him. He pulled you in tightly to his side. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

“Goodnight J.”