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a lil something something as Chef Chaos cooks 🤭 once again, I want to thank each and every one of you for staying with me through this journey. I know I’m slow at updates. I’m gonna make it up to you! 😭
I know you’re ready. But is you reaDy?
YES OMG!
NO, give me a min!
Voting ended on9h
The pressure to spill was getting to you mentally and emotionally.
Each time the truth almost tumbled out, Irenka’s glare forced you into silence.
The three of you sat at the table breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Joker and Irenka talking in Slovak while you poked your food in trained submission. J would try and invite you into the conversation every odd sentence or two, but he failed to see Irenka’s warning glare out of his peripheral.
You didn’t dare speak. Her eyes forbade you to. One wrong word and you could ruin everything.
In Irenka’s eyes, you already proven yourself the enemy. She saw how her son doted on you. You had Joker wound so tightly around your finger, he made himself into a literal fool.
Bringing you here was reckless. There was no guarantee that you weren’t followed. Joker sacrificed too much to keep this land hidden—to keep those that lived here safe, and he spat on that vow the moment he let you in.
As if she would be nice to you. Not when your very presence threatened so much.
Meanwhile, Joker pointedly ignored the bad blood in the air. He wanted the two most important women in his life to get along. Somehow.
You loved to cook, so does his matka; so, every morning he nudged you into the kitchen with an encouraging smile. Irenka threatened you to get out with a cleaver each time.
You saw her knife work on the dinner table. No thank you.
Joker thought the two of you cooked together and bonded over female camaraderie. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. Not when pale green narrowed into slits over his head.
“I dare you to say something.”
You didn’t. Not when you could tell Joker was happy to be home. Why be a jerk and sully his homecoming?
You saw how relaxed his shoulders were, how he easily spoke his native tongue even after years of speaking English. You caught him laughing with Irenka in the greenhouse. His smile was so carefree, you never seen him like that..
Was this the real Joker? The one who you weren’t allowed to know?
You were responsible for his misery. You clearly gave him enough to stress over. He looked so happy without you. Perhaps..
Just the thought caused a sharp pain in your chest.
Why did Joker bring you here anyway? This was supposed to be your escape from stress, but this trip only highlighted how much better Joker’s life would be without you in it. Irenka’s hatred seemed justified once you gave it some thought.
Joker was so much happier without you. Maybe you would do everyone a favor and leave.
Until you could find out how, you distanced yourself.
You didn’t speak at the table. You gave short answers and nods whenever Joker spoke to you and purposefully took walks alone. It was for the best to lay low until you could sneak off and run.
Thankfully, Joker was a smart man. His sixth Y/n sense always creeped you out with how he noticed everything about you—down to the tiniest detail.
He took pride knowing his Light. If something were amiss, he would know.
And all it took was one sigh.
Granted it took him a few days to identify it; Joker knew that sigh from anywhere.
It was shaky and watery. Born from a monumental load of stress, that single sound told Joker so much.
He looked at you differently that morning. Irenka kept rambling about crops in the greenhouse, but Joker’s full attention was on his Bunny.
You weren’t eating. Your head was down to hide the puffy remnants of tears. You had bitten your nails to nubs. And more importantly, you looked ready to run.
“Talk to me.”
The room fell silent. Irenka stopped mid sentence to stare at J. He wasn’t talking to her. His gaze was fixed on you. Of course it was.
Her eye snapped to you. You were practically curled up in your seat pushing scrambled eggs around the plate. You hadn’t eaten a bite.
Having everyone’s attention made you burrow further into your shell—even more so when Joker exhaled through his nose.
Joker didn’t think; he simply acted.
The wooden legs of your chair creaked loudly across the floor and masked the sound of your startled yelp.
Before you could say a word, emerald green flooded your view. Joker scooted you so close that you could see the flecks of gold shimmering in his eyes. Your brain naturally short circuited at the sight.
“Hovoril som s tebou!”
Joker didn’t bother glancing at Irenka as he responded “Well. I’m talking to Y/n now.”
He then rested his hand on the backrest, caging you into the seat. You jumped at the close contact and looked away.
“Hm, I think we’re well past you being afraid of me.” he droned on, leaning in closer.
You tried to speak, yet no words escaped. Joker hummed to himself while scanning your face for clues. You feared what he’d find.
“We can do this the err.. ea-Zzzy way where you tell me what’s wrong. Orrrr. Mm, you’ll love this one. I’ll make you tell me.”
You gulped, hearing his voice drop an octave.
Leave it to Joker to resort to violence. You weren’t sure if he’d go easy on you because he liked you. The cold jade drilling holes into your head told you J was not in a laughing mood.
OH YES! Chaos stayed up and cranked out another four scenes! I've hit the halfway word count mark! and I haven't even started crafting the actual chapter content.
ahahaha. I guess we're getting a long chapter to make up for the long wait! Maybe back to back chapters if I'm lucky.
I think what’s taking me so long is the research. I gotta look up climate, living conditions, lore, and etc for Slovakia while putting a fictional Gotham City feel to things. It’s quite hard balancing real life culture with a fictional world.
a lil something something as Chef Chaos cooks 🤭 once again, I want to thank each and every one of you for staying with me through this journey. I know I’m slow at updates. I’m gonna make it up to you! 😭
I know you’re ready. But is you reaDy?
YES OMG!
NO, give me a min!
Voting ended on9h
The pressure to spill was getting to you mentally and emotionally.
Each time the truth almost tumbled out, Irenka’s glare forced you into silence.
The three of you sat at the table breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Joker and Irenka talking in Slovak while you poked your food in trained submission. J would try and invite you into the conversation every odd sentence or two, but he failed to see Irenka’s warning glare out of his peripheral.
You didn’t dare speak. Her eyes forbade you to. One wrong word and you could ruin everything.
In Irenka’s eyes, you already proven yourself the enemy. She saw how her son doted on you. You had Joker wound so tightly around your finger, he made himself into a literal fool.
Bringing you here was reckless. There was no guarantee that you weren’t followed. Joker sacrificed too much to keep this land hidden—to keep those that lived here safe, and he spat on that vow the moment he let you in.
As if she would be nice to you. Not when your very presence threatened so much.
Meanwhile, Joker pointedly ignored the bad blood in the air. He wanted the two most important women in his life to get along. Somehow.
You loved to cook, so does his matka; so, every morning he nudged you into the kitchen with an encouraging smile. Irenka threatened you to get out with a cleaver each time.
You saw her knife work on the dinner table. No thank you.
Joker thought the two of you cooked together and bonded over female camaraderie. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. Not when pale green narrowed into slits over his head.
“I dare you to say something.”
You didn’t. Not when you could tell Joker was happy to be home. Why be a jerk and sully his homecoming?
You saw how relaxed his shoulders were, how he easily spoke his native tongue even after years of speaking English. You caught him laughing with Irenka in the greenhouse. His smile was so carefree, you never seen him like that..
Was this the real Joker? The one who you weren’t allowed to know?
You were responsible for his misery. You clearly gave him enough to stress over. He looked so happy without you. Perhaps..
Just the thought caused a sharp pain in your chest.
Why did Joker bring you here anyway? This was supposed to be your escape from stress, but this trip only highlighted how much better Joker’s life would be without you in it. Irenka’s hatred seemed justified once you gave it some thought.
Joker was so much happier without you. Maybe you would do everyone a favor and leave.
Until you could find out how, you distanced yourself.
You didn’t speak at the table. You gave short answers and nods whenever Joker spoke to you and purposefully took walks alone. It was for the best to lay low until you could sneak off and run.
Thankfully, Joker was a smart man. His sixth Y/n sense always creeped you out with how he noticed everything about you—down to the tiniest detail.
He took pride knowing his Light. If something were amiss, he would know.
And all it took was one sigh.
Granted it took him a few days to identify it; Joker knew that sigh from anywhere.
It was shaky and watery. Born from a monumental load of stress, that single sound told Joker so much.
He looked at you differently that morning. Irenka kept rambling about crops in the greenhouse, but Joker’s full attention was on his Bunny.
You weren’t eating. Your head was down to hide the puffy remnants of tears. You had bitten your nails to nubs. And more importantly, you looked ready to run.
“Talk to me.”
The room fell silent. Irenka stopped mid sentence to stare at J. He wasn’t talking to her. His gaze was fixed on you. Of course it was.
Her eye snapped to you. You were practically curled up in your seat pushing scrambled eggs around the plate. You hadn’t eaten a bite.
Having everyone’s attention made you burrow further into your shell—even more so when Joker exhaled through his nose.
Joker didn’t think; he simply acted.
The wooden legs of your chair creaked loudly across the floor and masked the sound of your startled yelp.
Before you could say a word, emerald green flooded your view. Joker scooted you so close that you could see the flecks of gold shimmering in his eyes. Your brain naturally short circuited at the sight.
“Hovoril som s tebou!”
Joker didn’t bother glancing at Irenka as he responded “Well. I’m talking to Y/n now.”
He then rested his hand on the backrest, caging you into the seat. You jumped at the close contact and looked away.
“Hm, I think we’re well past you being afraid of me.” he droned on, leaning in closer.
You tried to speak, yet no words escaped. Joker hummed to himself while scanning your face for clues. You feared what he’d find.
“We can do this the err.. ea-Zzzy way where you tell me what’s wrong. Orrrr. Mm, you’ll love this one. I’ll make you tell me.”
You gulped, hearing his voice drop an octave.
Leave it to Joker to resort to violence. You weren’t sure if he’d go easy on you because he liked you. The cold jade drilling holes into your head told you J was not in a laughing mood.
could I please request something involving Joker’s Loyal Three? just their married life headcanons w the reader.
thank you smmm
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🧜♀️ANON!!! How are you my love?! 🖤✨
I keep forgetting there's others who love my best boys! Dang I haven't written anything for the boys in a hot minute. I have a oneshot request collecting dust but I can squeeze in a hc real quick for you my love! I made it into an smau to brush up on my skills. Hope that's okay!
lol married life yeah probably 2/3 honestly and you know which one ain’t gettin—
Let’s talk about Mac! The second greatest simp who ever simped somehow secured a wife and kid. He four year planned his future the moment he saw you. 🥹🌹✨
Mac was taught to court a woman properly, x amount of dates, promise rings, huge engagement, moving in, etc. and he goes all out for you.
Mac gave you his grandmother’s ring pictured above. It looks plain but it’s soooo expensive. Old money ya hear me? How can you say no to that? Instantly locked in.
You become a rich wife overnight. Think tennis bracelets, private yoga instructors, weekly spa days, and you’re glowing because of it. Mac cherishes the ground you walk on. His wife will always be taken care of and envied.
Remember his love language is gift giving 👀 he’s working on quality time. Keep that in mind.
Morning kisses and mandatory date nights each month. You will forever smell of roses with how many Mac gives you. Yes, he has a rose garden this is confirmed. The love never fades on Mac's watch!
Behind the busy work schedule and hectic lifestyle that comes with it, those pretty blue eyes found the time to knock you up. 😗 *cough cough he begged on his knees girl*
People swear you up and stole this baby because your genes didn’t stand a chance. Same blond hair and blue eyes. Mac is literally carrying around his carbon copy.
You are a proud mother, overly protective, and determined about giving your son a wholesome childhood.. ya know the exact opposite of his privileged father. You refuse to have a Malfoy running around Gotham City. 🤭
Mac is a bit neglectful at times. He means well! Sometimes work comes first until you slap some sense into him. He has a family now! Joker and his organization can wait. 🙄
Him and his boy are a formidable duo. Mac is already teaching him to be a perfect heir and business prodigy. Mac is on the fence if he’ll let him become a criminal tho… can’t follow daddy footsteps all the time.
Forget a divorce, you locked in for life. A Borghese never quits so if things get tough—and it will, best believe Mac is going to problem solve it like the businessman he is.
Mac adores the ground you walk on and he’s forever grateful for his son. They wear matching quarter zip outfits and both have that adorable little pout when they don’t get their way. Which is often. You become the voice of reason for these two.
Ugh just imagine twin set of blue eyes always looking at you in deep admiration. Both call you Mommy. I’m not well. Please respect my privacy at this time 😭 Chaos hopes that you’re ready to take care of two boys. 🤭
MY MAN FROST! This man right here your honor!! has bled suffered and almost died to get where he is today. You mean to tell me he isn’t settling down? 🤨 CHAOS CAN GUARANTEE Frost will build an empire with you.
Out of the Loyal three, Frost is the one who was 100% ready for marriage, day one. He didn’t need to “date” he just slipped a marriage license across the table with so much confidence, knowing you’d say yes.
Frost was right because hello? He is the ideal husband. Glimpses of marriage life with Frost is well documented within the loyal three masterlist just pick a fic. Specifically Domestic Bliss like cmon I cannot make this stuff up! 😭
After careful consideration, I feel like Frost would let you pick out your own ring. You can have it designed however you please—he will pay for it. Chaos found this cute one above but insert your dream ring!
Marriage life isn’t a big switch up from before. Frost been treating you like a wife since day one. Only difference is that you got papers to prove it now 🥴 Frost loves spoiling you with vacations, your hobbies, and so much love. Now you see why you got so many kids.. ahem. Speaking of..
Genesis is the best big sister to the army you and Frost raise. I’m taking a set of twins and a singleton to even the odds. A full house indeed, each with their own personalities and interests. No one is neglected. There is no “middle child” when Frost dotes on them all individually.
Frost doesn’t sweat the challenge either, just silently proves HE. IS. A. FATHER. You barely lift a finger during your pregnancy and he’s there postpartum to raise the little ones because he genuinely wants to. Chaos is sobbing rn give me a minute.
It should be impossible how he caters to each of their growth but you are in awe each time a smile is plastered on your baby’s face, “I spent day with daddy! Lots of fun!!”
Picture it. Frost with a teenage daughter—twin boy and girl tot, and (you decide gender) newborn. And with the way Frost treats you… you can go for five. Six if you’re feeling yourself. Chaos really gotta beat him away with a broom. GET OFF Y/N!!! 🥴🥴
Frost can handle the kids and you. He listens and acts accordingly. His love language is acts of service mkay? Bills? Paid. Food? On the table. School? Handled. Frost is active in all of his children’s lives and wins the Father of the Year award at school. Annually.
Oh and he’s making time for you, don’t panic. It’s giving that 90’s love. Married 30+ years and still acting like fools in love. Hardly any arguments because he’s so calm with it. I know he calls you ma'am or lady. Lemme stawpppp this king is spoiling his queen!
You ask, Frost will deliver. All that being said, Frost has to draw the line when it comes to his boss because we all know they relationship is the ultimate bromance.
Finally we have Neo. I was gonna skip this demon spawn but for laughs and giggles let’s pretend here. You dare mention the idea of marriage to Neo and he will ghost you.
It will take years for you and Neo to legally tie the knot. You his girl. He got you. Why complicate things with rings and titles? Everyone knows you two are together so why bother?
Neo buys you jewelry all the time, but it’s never a ring on THAT finger. He love you, he respects you, you’ve met his parents, and you live together, but your ring finger is bare and it’s starting to get to you.
Because you're basically his wife already why can’t Neo acknowledge that and finally make things official? Your friends are telling you to let him go but..... aghghhg! you invested so much time in this man!
Being Neo’s wife girlfriend would make you a very spoiled woman. Only the best for you since Neo’s love language is gift giving/physical touch, it’s shocking you guys don’t have any kids 👀 moving right along...
Again, its due to his commitment issues, Chaos doesn’t see any in the foreseeable future. sorry love I can't wish that ill will upon you even if its fictional
When you force Neo to make a decision; marry you or break up? y’all have the biggest fight ever, and yes, its the final straw depending on the outcome. For this scenario, he agrees! 👉🏾👈🏾👀
Oddly!! it takes Joker of all people to talk some sense into this boy. 😦After Neo understands how much you suffered, mentally and emotionally expect a large and lavish wedding to make up for all the years of neglect. That ring I posted above is the rock you proudly wear if Neo pops the question. kinda wish the yellow stone was red tho
Chaos thought about it and marriage life with Neo would be strained since you sorta kinda forced him into marriage. 😬 he's not happy.
Neo battles with infidelity (this is common knowledge) so trust is a slippery slope. Communication leads to yelling matches and days apart to cool off. If you and Neo don't get serious counseling.... you'll be filing for divorce in record time.
Despite all the stress, Neo is a great boyfriend. Expect exotic vacations, lavish gifts, and his undivided attention when given. You get blindsided by the good that it masks the cracks in the relationship. Or maybe you like toxic relationships and wanna stay Who knows. 🤷🏾♀️ Chaos knows this marriage is destined for failure.
pause but why did I tear up writing Neo's text messages..? It hit wayy to close to his real life self and I
SUSHIII!! how does J feel about sushi? The answer will change everything.
Then again, more for me if he doesn't want...
LISTEN! anon I hear youuuuu! 🖤✨🍣
Chaos LOVES sushi *me eating some onigiri I made as I type this* so if J ain't with it? HE CAN GONE GET! That being said, I dunno. I write Joker having a massive sweet tooth so I doubt if he'll be a huge fan of the raw fish life.
Maybe he would try inari or amaebi since it’s kinda sweet? Or maybe eel? I can just picture Joker chewing on a roll before he gives you this look.
“Mm. Not sweet enough, Bun.”
Yeah I think it’ll be a no anon. DON’T WORRY! You and I can share what’s left!!! 😋
Hang on, I'm not sure if anyone's ever asked this before, if they have please guide me to the post!
But how old is J? I personally headcanon him to be around 48-50ish (20 years older than my OC, and slightly older than my OCs father for comedic effect)
But how old do you headcanon him to be?
Oooh! Good question anon 🤔🖤✨
I’m mad my old Post explaining this is a broken link 🙄😒 Chaos doesn’t mind answering again.
I mean this is a reader insert blog (do with that info what you will love) J being 50 is pushing it in my opinion. I’m sorry that’s.. wow. (Please note: 50 is not old, in my culture being 90+ is considered an elder and elder is a form of respect. I don’t say “old”)
I’m not judging my love, just speaking for me. Trying to picture my version of J being half a century is.. Chaos is scratching her head. Him being that age would make a few chapters questionable.
Um. Yeah. I’m more along the lines of Joker being late 20s, 30s range. Still in his prime ya know? There’s an age gap just.. more manageable. We stan mature men but ion know. I’m 28 out here and imagining a 50+ guy turning me out does gives me pause.
I like mental maturity yeah but we gotta have something in common. Some middle ground. You can be wise and not be up in age. You listening? Like him being an adult while I was still in grade school…. 😬 eh.
When there’s a 20+ age gap, me personally, I gotta step back. Irl, I don’t go past ten year difference because that’s a generational gap. It’s giving grooming vibes because what do you even like about me? What connects us? How can we grow together and you’ve already been stable solo for some years? At 50s you should be comfortable thinking long term. Whatchu mean you starting over?
My bf is planning for retirement and I’m still posted up with friends.. like?? We’re not in the same life stage.
Picturing Joker at 50s still playing tricks around Gotham and getting arrested? That’s goofy to me. If he’s still running the game, he should be more established. Have men who get their hands dirty for him 24/7. No more run ins with Batman. Respect card lethal in the streets.
Joker would be a solidified threat, silent moves, old mafia type vibes. Life goals achieved, The name Joker is whispered in awe now, not in fear. He ain’t active like that no more. Honestly he’s probably picking his successor at that age.
That’s my personal take.
And I’m not saying it’s wrong—fictional or real world, to date older men/women. If you want J to be older, live that truth. Do what feels right for you because Chaos can’t stop you. 🖤✨
I’m rambling. Its 6am and I gotta wake up at 10 😑
Short answer: ambiguous 30s. Joker could be younger however he’s not 40 yet in my chaotic universe.
...Would J wear matching hello kitty pants with us?
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ABSOLUTELY 🕷️ ANON 🖤✨🤭
I couldn't type what I wanted because I was traveling and the wifi was trash water.... so here's my response now! sorry for being late
Hear me out! Yes. I can definitely see J walking around the penthouse wearing hello kitty pants! Shirtless of course, to show off the many lipstick stains and bite marks that we decorated him with the night before. 🌚
Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?
story tags: stranger to lovers, slow burn, 18+ smut, love triangles, dc comic/batman references, tsundere, PTSD & trigger warnings, yandere, fluff, mixed with angst, reader insert, but written with a black!reader in mind
Dear Light, should it strike your fancy, I must ask: what would J think if his partner was a pole dancer? Whether they perform or keep it as a personal hobby, I imagine he’d marvel at their strength and admire all the beautiful shapes they make on the pole. And maybe, just maybe, if he’s lucky, his partner might just give him a personal performance 😉
Thank you for all your wonderful writing, Light! 💜💜💜
oh ho ho ho!!! @apocalypticghouleh you ask and I ran to the drafts to deliver!! Never mind its 4am!🖤✨I did make this into a hc so you're not waiting a year and some change for a oneshot. If you do want a full fledge oneshot, please ask me again my love. Also is this considered pink series material? Why am I asking like I don't make the rules? 🥴
Meanwhile? This song was playing while I typed this so.... yeah? Close your eyes and let it sink in. Do a split on it. Go crazy go stupid. (Chaos would break a hip)
Joker would be hypnotized just like this lol 👁️👄👁️
For suurrrre pole dancing is a hobby. You love the power and confidence being a dancer gives you.
Not only is it exhilarating, a great workout, but you look absolutely stunning working the pole. 😜
Joker drinks his feminine juice so he does NOT go all ew when you confess you can pole dance. Obviously, he asks if you are a stripper because... that's a logical follow up question! He's not being rude.
You admit you thought about it when you were younger.
All it took was one night under deep red lights and leering eyes roaming your body to creep you out. The tips were peak tho.
You prefer private performances; to which Joker chokes on his drink because.. that.. means..
Please excuse him. Joker has to go out and murder all of your exes because THEY GOT A PRIVATE DANCE FROM YOU!? and they're still alive? Haha no. Absolutely not.
Now that Joker is back... he wants one. No. He needs one.
Let's talk about the core strength it takes, or seeing your gorgeous legs adorned in those sky-high heels. That he stole bought. Girl, J is overstimulated and he's right where he wants to be.
Joker remains bricked up from the moment you suggested this to when you emerge from the bedroom all dolled up with a lusty gleam in your eye.
You have a designated playlist for dancing and Joker groans when the low sultry notes hit his ears.
Honestly, he doesn't know where to look. Your body glowing under the f/c lights, your lip that you cannot stop biting, the mesmerizing shapes you create mid-air, or the sinful fabric you call 'clothing.' He wants to tear it off of you.
Yeah, Joker is glad he murdered your exes. They don't deserve to live after witnessing this. You are a temptress and all his.
You wink as you spiral down the pole and Joker's head literally moves with you to follow the motion like a hopeless puppy.
He knows he's drooling, he doesn't try to hide his erection. Nah, its compliments to the chef because you are cooking up a sight.
Your feet walk on air literally defying gravity and Joker swallows back his moan when you fall into a split. Oh you are opening up for him alright..
This ain't amateur moves, you are a expert. Where did you learn all of this? Joker has to keep his jealous thoughts at bay! The where, why's, and how's don't matter.
J doesn't know much he can take and you seal in his fate when you descend off the pole to crawl towards his chair.
Smash cut to you bobbing your head on J's cock. The music is still playing in the background but it does little to mask J's moans.
You got this man panting, blinking back tears as he fists your hair for some semblance of control. He doesn't have any. That flew out the window when you spat on his swollen head and smeared it all over with your thumb.
Chopped up versions of your name escape Joker's lips the harder you suck and the tighter you jerk his dick. He doesn't know if you're punishing him or rewarding him, it feels too good either way.
Your back is arched just right and the lights sparkle off your... is that a bejeweled thong? Yep. This is too much.
Okay, I’ve sat with this all day trying to figure out how to thank you for this utter masterpiece! I’ll start with my initial reaction:
AAAHAJHHEIEKENDHSHSHGGSHE 🥵🥵🥵🥵 ❤️❤️❤️ HOLY AHSKSJENFJWHTBEJEE ✨✨✨ *squeal of joy*
Now onto a more composed expression of my feelings:
The way you’ve written J’s reaction is a wonderful blend of lustful awe and utter respect! He’s really got that Respect Women Juice 🧃 on tap, and it’s so refreshing to read 💜
The thought that dancing on a pole is all it takes to make J mush in my hands has me all giddy now! I’ve got a purely evil, scheming grin on just thinking of all the tricks and moves I could use to lure him in!
I may have to come back someday for a full one-shot because this was just too good and it’s left me dreaming of more!
As always, you’ve hit it out of the park! Thank you so so much for writing these headcanons! 💜💜💜
oh what joy!!!!! not only do you like the hc but I put you onto a new song!! (love me some Mack Keane) CHAOS IS OVERJOYED! I will add a proper oneshot to my future fic list for you my dear @apocalypticghouleh have I told you how much I adore you? 🖤✨
You should know I still call you apocalyptic waffle btw 🤭
Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!
aight now @cocoamoonmalfoy tagged me in this game and my word is CHARGE! E and R was so hard for me to find!!! Uh this is four wips? Yeah four.. do what you will with that information😗👉🏾👈🏾
C - “Can we walk down to the pier again, J?"
H - How dare she sit in Joker’s lap?
A - Alas, drama seemed to follow you like a curse.
R - Right now, he needed to be with you even if his sudden appearance terrified you.
G - Granted it took four days to discover it, Joker knew that sigh from anywhere.
E - Even worse, the news is painting this newcomer to be as ruthless (if not more) than him.
no pressure tagging: @megamindsecretlair @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away @bucketsofmonsters @dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd and whoever wants to join in! Your word is TACOS!
Hi light! In regards to the bunny!reader headcannons, how would that take place in the bedroom?
Im imagining the bunny ears and tail are sensitive, and he'd definitely use that against us. And if we like it rough he'd tug on the ears instead of our hair, etc etc.
May I please get some NSFW head cannons like that 🙏 or even just a small drabble!
Hey hi my sweet summer anon! 🖤✨
Y'all stay posted up with the pink series agenda. *Light winces* wait you want bunny!reader SPICY??! say less. Chaos/Light can do that. 🥴
Staying on theme as before, Joker is still over the moon about having a bunny!reader but now the man is feral more about it.
You're natural prey and Joker exploits that fact every second he can. He happily becomes the wolf in your innocent bunny life.
Joker purposefully thwarts your heat cycle plans so you are a needy desperate mess for him.
He makes meetings longer so you're all twitchy waiting for it to end. You growl at any goon that gets too close because all you need is Joker. You want him now!
You whine in a tone only Joker can hear—he ignores you because J is a sadist.
You can't take it anymore and start the zoomies. Just running in circles to wash off all that pent up energy that Joker isn't pounding out of you!!
Everyone tries to tune out you running all over the hideout or the sound of your feet thumping as you try.. keyword try to sit still.
Natural instincts demand you to arch your back and await for J to mount you but he's stalling!!! 😡😡
Which leaves you no choice but to hump the pillows and blankets J set up in his personal office.
You cry because it’s not J, the one thing you desperately need to feel good, although you can’t stop grinding on any available surface.
What a sight when he opens the door. Your bunny tail twitching like mad as you try to find release all alone.
You get so lonely on a normal day but during your heat, which can last two weeks!! you are a clingy mess.
Thank goodness Joker had his office soundproofed the day he brought you home because... you two are going at it like rabbits. 🤭
Joker knows you like it rough and pulls on your bunny ears—fully aware that they’re sensitive.
Joker keeps you in a spine breaking arch as he plows into you. Bonus points if he bites down on your neck.
Your animal instincts go haywire!!
Speaking of J being a sadist, 100% confirmed he’s pulling your tail. You yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure and secretly want him to do it again..
You’re a twitching sobbing mess eager for more even after multiple rounds.
Sometimes J can't keep up with your insatiable desire so he gets creative.. 👀
Chaos has said this so many times. Joker drinks his feminine juice.
Joker is a firm believer that toys are welcome aids in the bedroom. None of that jealous over a toy crap.
He hooks you up to a machine and watches your brain melt further with each orgasm. Probably films it for later fap material.
One time you used Joker's shoe to get off and he laughed seeing you shiver in delight. Who knew his perfect little bunny likes being degraded?
Tons of vibrators and a biiiiiig plush teddy bear for you to soak with your juices. Joker matches your freak. 🫢
Another time he locked you in a literal bunny cage for days. He throughly enjoyed the way you drained him dry as payback.
Nothing beats the weight and feel of Joker’s dick in your cunt. You love every second of it.
Judging by your glassy eyes, Joker should reward you.
You’ve been sucking his fingers, letting drool and spittle fall from your jaw down to your exposed tits. You have been quiet during the mandatory report summary like a good bunny.
Is your presence distracting his goons? Yes. Does Joker care? No.
In fact, no one is allowed to acknowledge your presence even as Joker shoves his fingers further down your throat, making you audible gag.
You just flutter your lashes, breathe through your nose, and try to stay extremely still so that no one knows you’re impaled on Joker’s cock.
Spoiler alert: everyone knows.
If you can make it through this meeting without misbehaving, (whatever that means) Joker will let you take control for the night. You really want to set the pace for once and that motivates you to be the best bunny you can be!
Only, you fail when you involuntarily buck your hips forward. You didn’t mean to and Joker knows that by how he sighs disapprovingly.
He knew his bunny couldn’t help herself. Joker set you up for failure on purpose just so he can see the panic and fear swell in your eyes. You remembered the consequences.
Well, now his bunny has to put on a show for everyone.
Dear Light, should it strike your fancy, I must ask: what would J think if his partner was a pole dancer? Whether they perform or keep it as a personal hobby, I imagine he’d marvel at their strength and admire all the beautiful shapes they make on the pole. And maybe, just maybe, if he’s lucky, his partner might just give him a personal performance 😉
Thank you for all your wonderful writing, Light! 💜💜💜
oh ho ho ho!!! @apocalypticghouleh you ask and I ran to the drafts to deliver!! Never mind its 4am!🖤✨I did make this into a hc so you're not waiting a year and some change for a oneshot. If you do want a full fledge oneshot, please ask me again my love. Also is this considered pink series material? Why am I asking like I don't make the rules? 🥴
Meanwhile? This song was playing while I typed this so.... yeah? Close your eyes and let it sink in. Do a split on it. Go crazy go stupid. (Chaos would break a hip)
Joker would be hypnotized just like this lol 👁️👄👁️
For suurrrre pole dancing is a hobby. You love the power and confidence being a dancer gives you.
Not only is it exhilarating, a great workout, but you look absolutely stunning working the pole. 😜
Joker drinks his feminine juice so he does NOT go all ew when you confess you can pole dance. Obviously, he asks if you are a stripper because... that's a logical follow up question! He's not being rude.
You admit you thought about it when you were younger.
All it took was one night under deep red lights and leering eyes roaming your body to creep you out. The tips were peak tho.
You prefer private performances; to which Joker chokes on his drink because.. that.. means..
Please excuse him. Joker has to go out and murder all of your exes because THEY GOT A PRIVATE DANCE FROM YOU!? and they're still alive? Haha no. Absolutely not.
Now that Joker is back... he wants one. No. He needs one.
Let's talk about the core strength it takes, or seeing your gorgeous legs adorned in those sky-high heels. That he stole bought. Girl, J is overstimulated and he's right where he wants to be.
Joker remains bricked up from the moment you suggested this to when you emerge from the bedroom all dolled up with a lusty gleam in your eye.
You have a designated playlist for dancing and Joker groans when the low sultry notes hit his ears.
Honestly, he doesn't know where to look. Your body glowing under the f/c lights, your lip that you cannot stop biting, the mesmerizing shapes you create mid-air, or the sinful fabric you call 'clothing.' He wants to tear it off of you.
Yeah, Joker is glad he murdered your exes. They don't deserve to live after witnessing this. You are a temptress and all his.
You wink as you spiral down the pole and Joker's head literally moves with you to follow the motion like a hopeless puppy.
He knows he's drooling, he doesn't try to hide his erection. Nah, its compliments to the chef because you are cooking up a sight.
Your feet walk on air literally defying gravity and Joker swallows back his moan when you fall into a split. Oh you are opening up for him alright..
This ain't amateur moves, you are a expert. Where did you learn all of this? Joker has to keep his jealous thoughts at bay! The where, why's, and how's don't matter.
J doesn't know much he can take and you seal in his fate when you descend off the pole to crawl towards his chair.
Smash cut to you bobbing your head on J's cock. The music is still playing in the background but it does little to mask J's moans.
You got this man panting, blinking back tears as he fists your hair for some semblance of control. He doesn't have any. That flew out the window when you spat on his swollen head and smeared it all over with your thumb.
Chopped up versions of your name escape Joker's lips the harder you suck and the tighter you jerk his dick. He doesn't know if you're punishing him or rewarding him, it feels too good either way.
Your back is arched just right and the lights sparkle off your... is that a bejeweled thong? Yep. This is too much.
have a oneshot request where the reader is a smoker and you smoke great amount of cigarettes that worried J immensely
you smoke maybe one or two packs a day (I know someone like that😭) either because you find it fun due to it being a habit or due to stress and anxiety or anything in general you just smoke and love to
And an intense argument happens between you and J about this habit of yours yes J does smoke but not like this as of its candy and you insist on your cigarettes but within the argument alas your cigarettes were taken away and you sulkingly approve to quit it
Hey hi my love 🖤✨
Oof one of my family members chain smokes. Ugh the smell is one thing but Chaos has a bad heart and second hand smoking is real.
Moving right along.. forgive meeeeee! I was cleaning out my inbox and I found it much easier to make this into a hc instead of stretching it out into a oneshot. PLEASE DON'T HATE MEEEE. I do hope you enjoy.
Lets get something clear straight out the gate. You ironically met Joker while smoking.
Friday night, you were on some rooftop four cigs in when Joker and his loyal three burst out of the emergency exit.
You barely give them a passing glance as you continue smoking.
Joker was a goner the moment he saw your hooded e/c eyes through the smoke. The way you stare out over the city like you know its secrets, he's mesmerized.
He wanted to get your number. Frost was yelling at him to get in the helicopter. (should you be worried? Because why is the building on fire?)
You gave them all a look of indifference as you flicked your cig away and begin your own escape. And so, the relationship begins.
Joker finding you in odd places smoking alone. He studies the way your hands, so delicate, cup (almost caress) the cig before sparking it to life.
How you faithfully brave the elements shows your dedication and loyalty, attributes that Joker greatly admires.
He finds solace in these silent moments with you. He can unwind from everything while you smoke and self-reflect. Its... nice.
Somehow along the way you and Joker get together after he gained enough courage to ask you for a light. (get it, light)
You wordlessly toss your spare towards him. He wrote his number on it in sharpie and tossed it back. Just like that anon. Rizz.
Sadly you misplace lighters so it takes you weeks to call J up when you manage to find it. In the laundry of all places..
You smell of smoke and vanilla with a hint of mint. That's due to the gum Joker forces encourages you to chew to quit. You don't.
Joker scolds you for smoking two packs a day like its nothing. You genuinely don't know that you light up that much... 😗
Smoking isn't a rebellious act or an anxiety induced habit, you began smoking in your late teens and simply like doing it.
You guess it’s therapeutic, to go through the motions—which makes Joker want you to quit even more. You have no reason to smoke except that you enjoy doing it!
Perks of being a smoker, you're bff with your local cashier at the corner store. She doesn’t discriminate when you buy ten packs without flinching. There's mutual respect at play.
You know the price of a pack across four brands. Don't ask how much gas is or a bag of chips. You don't know nor care.
Despite being a smoker, you do not own an ashtray. You use soda cans, cereal bowls, decorative items Joker has stolen and left lying around to dump your debris in.
Which Joker hates btw. He groans when he picks up a drink he left around and out comes ashes... he's constantly screaming your name in anger. hehe oops.
Because you smoke, you have a quite lax personality that balances out Joker's chaotic nature. You shrug whenever J goes on a murdering spree, i.e, he fills the silence you create with laughter.
Smoke breaks are when you're the most talkative. Deep conversations about the cosmic universe and your place within or trivial things like how a mirror is never brand new, always used.
Joker loves hearing your thoughts as you speak through puffs of smoke. He nicknames you dragon for obvious reasons.
You’ve cried, yelled, and more during theses sessions and Joker still loves you afterwards.
As much as he loves them, he would very much like if you would quit smoking.
Which brings us to one random Tuesday and you're tearing the living room apart, on the hunt for something.
You have a bottle of juice and your phone in hand, flashlight aiding in the search, because you are not crazy. You left your cig and lighter on the coffee table minutes ago! Where did they go?
"Lookin' for something, Doll?"
You know Joker has what you're looking for just by the sound of his voice. You turn around, and lo and behold. J is blocking the balcony door. Arms folded and looking rather stern.
"Hand it over. I haven't smoked all day."
Joker looks taken aback, "Uh, Y/n. Yes, yes you have. You lit up before kissing me good morning! Two after breakfast, then four more at lunch and another in the same hour when you thought I wasn't looking."
He can see you thinking back. You keep track of the day by how many cigarettes you lit. It tracks.
"Hm. I guess you're right."
A knot forms on Joker's temple. Sometimes he hates how easy-going you are. "You are up to two packs a day! Your uhh.. aesthetic has turned into an addiction."
"I wouldn't call it an addiction, J. I just enjoy smoking." you shrug.
"Who says that?! People don't enjoy smoking."
You give him a deadpan stare. "Joker, you smoke."
"Not like you doll. You... you. You treaT it like candy! If ya wanna act like a child, then. Mm, I took your candy away."
Joker thought that not having anything to smoke would put an end to this one-sided argument (and your addiction) but he should have known better.
You hardly look upset. This is an inconvenience, nothing to get bent out of shape over though. He watches you blink up at the ceiling before heaving a sigh.
"You're acting like I smoke hard drugs. Although it’s been years since I shot up."
You missed Joker's face turning white(r than usual). Forcing you to quit was gonna be harder than he thought. He took one addiction away and introduced yet another outlet. Only worse.
