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The fighting noises were slowly drowning out all around you. Your body lay on the ground, thrown against a wall in the mists of battle. You try to sit up and rest your head on the stones behind you. There was not much time left for you now if you didn’t do something soon.
When you see Chato throwing a wall of fire and smoke against your enemy, you gather your last strength and hurl yourself up from the ground. Your steps were uneasy but you didn’t stop no matter how often you stumbled, reaching the deadly wave of flames in the end.
There was telling and screaming behind you, a string of curses as you fell forward into the fire. The red flames burned through your skin, heat emanating from within you. You could feel the energy coming back to you as the flames rose high and kissed the ceiling of the building until they finally flickered out.
You cough, dusting away the pile of ashes that had formed around you. Chato had stepped closer and was watching with a face of pure shock and relief. “What happened?"
You slowly stand up, legs still a little shaky and hold out your hand. He quickly caught on, pulling the jacket from his shoulders to hand it over. You didn’t miss that his eyes rested on your naked form a bit longer than would have been necessary. But if it was the other way around you probably wouldn’t have had the decency to look away at all, so you didn’t hold it against him.
"Your flames saved me."
Waylon Jones being touch starved would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him being weary of your touch at first, thinking you’re just pitying him, only to grow to enjoy each and everyone of them and realize how much you truly love him
-Him snuggling to your neck and just holding onto you tight as you’d cuddle wanting to feel you so close to him as much as he can, only to growl when it isn’t enough to him or as you’d tease him for being clingy
-Him growling and just inching closer to you to hint to you he’d like to hold hands with you, finally calming once you would but acting like it isn’t a big deal to not let you tease him
-Him loving it when you’d tend to his injuries and would just pet him while at it, loving how affectionate you and just wanting to stay so close to you
-Him getting annoyed to see you tending to anyone else, just having to pick you up in the end and take you away to your shared spot so he can hold you to him and tell you that you have to make up to him
-Him smiling to himself whenever you’d kiss his cheeks loving to focus his attention on you and forget about the pain of his condition, pulling you to him for more
-Him taking his time to touch you carefully, loving to massage you thoroughly and just wanting you to feel good while at it, only to smile and smirk to see you enjoying it so much
-Him doing whatever he can to control himself from going too fast or harsh when you’d both get intimate, wanting to feel your body’s warmth and wetness
-Him pulling you to cuddle to him, loving it when you’d touch his chest and would talk to him about anything and everything, glad he has you all to himself
-Him not liking it when you’d tease him too much about it and just denying that he needs your touch, only to take it back whenever you’d try to walk away from him playfully
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Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) is going to be LIT.
Suicide Squad (2016) // Birds of Prey (2020)
Waylon Jones being touch starved would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him being weary of your touch at first, thinking you’re just pitying him, only to grow to enjoy each and everyone of them and realize how much you truly love him
-Him snuggling to your neck and just holding onto you tight as you’d cuddle wanting to feel you so close to him as much as he can, only to growl when it isn’t enough to him or as you’d tease him for being clingy
-Him growling and just inching closer to you to hint to you he’d like to hold hands with you, finally calming once you would but acting like it isn’t a big deal to not let you tease him
-Him loving it when you’d tend to his injuries and would just pet him while at it, loving how affectionate you and just wanting to stay so close to you
-Him getting annoyed to see you tending to anyone else, just having to pick you up in the end and take you away to your shared spot so he can hold you to him and tell you that you have to make up to him
-Him smiling to himself whenever you’d kiss his cheeks loving to focus his attention on you and forget about the pain of his condition, pulling you to him for more
-Him taking his time to touch you carefully, loving to massage you thoroughly and just wanting you to feel good while at it, only to smile and smirk to see you enjoying it so much
-Him doing whatever he can to control himself from going too fast or harsh when you’d both get intimate, wanting to feel your body’s warmth and wetness
-Him pulling you to cuddle to him, loving it when you’d touch his chest and would talk to him about anything and everything, glad he has you all to himself
-Him not liking it when you’d tease him too much about it and just denying that he needs your touch, only to take it back whenever you’d try to walk away from him playfully
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Dating Killer Croc and meeting the Squad would include:
Requested by Anon.
Request: Could you by chance do a Dating Croc Would Include + Meeting the Squad, like you did your Harley one? (which was absolutely lovely btw)
Warning: Smut?
A/N: Seriously, I needed a lot of time to write this, but here it is! TAA DAA!
Dating:
People looking at you, trying to figure out why you would date him.
You giving zero fucks because your boyfriend is awesome.
You both going swimming.
Him showing you the sewer system.
You being impressed (and disgusted).
Killer Croc threatening people when they are being unpolite to you.
Or flirting with you.
Him accepting every part of you.
Every single part.
Him never trying to eat you.
Holding hands.
Waylon smacking your ass.
Talking. Lots of talking about stupid, banal things until you both fall asleep.
Cuddling.
Cuddling with Waylon is strange but not unpleasant.
You being the one who says I love you first.
Him telling you how much he loves you too.
Him carrying you around.
You stealing his hoodies and burrying yourself in them.
Going for a walk during rainy, foggy or stormy days.
Being naughty with him.
REALLY REALLY NAUGHTY.
Whirlpool, pool, everything where water is.
His teeth are super dangerous but that makes everything even more exciting.
He can be both, rough and gentle.
He can also be dominating and submissive.
Meeting the Squad:
Harley Quinn:
Her being overly nice to you.
Her questioning you about how you met Waylon and all the fluff.
You choking on your drink when she asks you how you have sex and how it works.
El Diablo:
Him being lovely company and nice to chat with.
Chato immediately accepting you into the group because he trusts his family.
Him showing you cool fire tricks because you didn’t believe him when he said he can do things with fire.
Captain Boomerang:
Him being confused why you would date Waylon.
Digger being a dick and asking you to ditch Waylon for a little more fun.
Waylon almost eating Digger for that comment.
Him asking how you have sex with Waylon.
Rick Flag:
Rick being polite and him shaking your hand, telling you you’re welcomed in the squad.
Him being the strict dad of the squad.
Rick introducing you to June.
Katana:
Her being suspicious, and watching you like a hawk.
You being very nice too her.
Small talk.
You admiring her fighting skills and telling her this.
Katana being happy to tell you about her skills.
You bonding with here.
Deadshot:
Him raising an eyebrow when you tell them Waylon is your boyfriend.
Him shrugging it off, murmuring how everyone should do whatever they want to do.
Him totally wanting to know how ‘it’ works between you two, but he keeps silent.
You recognize him as the other dad or the funnier uncle of the squad.
Waylon Jones having a crush on you would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Awww :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him being starstruck to see you the first time and not being able to keep his eyes off of you, forgetting his appearance completely for once
-Him patiently waiting for you everyday to come drop his meal and it being his favorite part of the day as despite your job you’d still willingly have a chat with him
-Him staring at your hands and wanting to hold and touch them through the bars of his cell but not acting on it as he fears you might not like it
-Him protecting you from any kind of danger whenever he’s out as well as from any man that gets to flirty with you
-Him tensing when he feels you touching him so suddenly, especially when you would clean up a wound for him
-Him bringing himself to casually nuzzling to your hand whenever you would touch and pat his head to cheer him up as he truly enjoys your touch
-Him smiling when he listens to you talk, especially when you would start to laugh, making him crack up some jokes as well
-Him thinking to himself as to how he should take you away, only to bring himself down as he feels like you wouldn’t ever feel the same
-Him truly getting lost in your eyes and suddenly getting embarrassed as he realizes himself, only to quickly look away and confuse you in a funny way
-Him feeling his heart beat a thousand mile as you’d hug and cling onto him
“If someone hurts my big baby, I’m gonna cut off their genitals and make them eat them in front of their family.”
“You’ve got one crazy friend there.”
(Requests for Imagines and Headcanons are open.)
The Youngest Member
Prompt: Imagine being the youngest member of the Suicide Squad and the team being protective of you.
Just a short little something
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You groan at Killer Croc picks you up and puts you behind him again, “Waylon!”
“I told you to stay behind me. Floyd told you to stay in the back”
You snarl and unfurl your whip, “I’m on this team for a reason!”
“Calm down, Honey! We know you can kill people! But you’re just a baby!” Harley shouts, using her bat to hit another creature.
Instead of saying anything else, you snap out your whip coiling it around the neck of another creature and ripping its head clean off. “I’m not a baby, just ‘cause I’m younger than the rest of you, doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own”
“Come one, Little Badass, you know we can protect you! You don’t even have to fight!” Floyd yelled, still shooting.
You just tighten your grip your whip, snapping it up to wrap around a light post, and spring boarding off of Waylon’s back, throwing yourself in the middle of the fight. You use your whip and knives to tear the creatures apart, literally. The fight is over when Floyd jumps on top of the cop car and takes down everyone else. You carefully coil your whip back up, careful to avoid the sharp parts, and tie it back to your hip.
“I thought I told you to stay back!” Rick shouted, getting right in your face, “You were ordered to stay behind Killer Croc! You disobeyed orders! Do you want me to blow your head off!!”
Suddenly Harley is between the two of you, her teeth bared at Rick, and Floyd has a gun to his head, even Waylon has his claws out, George has a boomerang at Ricks throat, and Chato looms nearby, “Ya don’t get to talk to our girl like that, Mister Rick, you should know that by now” Harley growled
“Whiplash is on this team for a reason, Cupcake. We all are, so let her do her job” Floyd growled
“You’re the one who first ordered her to stay back” Rick snarled, putting his hands up, and taking a step away from everyone.
“I told her to stay close to someone, just in case she needed help. She hasn’t had as much experience as most of us here, I wanted her to have back-up. I never told her to hide behind one of us.”
“Guys!” You shout, drawing everyone’s attention, “While I’m flattered that you all care so much, it would be a lot better if found cover. We need to get our target, and then we can get out of here”
“Pipsqueak is right, boys. I think these thinks are movin’” Harley said, sauntering away.
“This is gonna be a long mission” you groan, starting to follow the older woman.
“Don’t worry, we won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N”
You turn to glance at Waylon, for some reason he had appointed himself your guardian, “Thanks, you overgrown lizard”
Floyd chuckled at your name calling, nudging you with his gun, “Go catch up to, Harley. I need someone to keep an eye on her while I figure out what we’re doing next”
You wave them off, jogging to catch up to the crazy woman, who had taken to hitting one of the creatures with her bat. “I swear it moved!”
A/N: Request from anon. Harley Quinn can be very convincing. Especially in a bathtub.
Words: 986 Warnings: smut
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Joker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: slight smut, dirty content, cursing (no sex but allusions to it)
Joker’s POV
I stared at her dancing to some rock song and knew my pants would soon become too tight in certain reasons. I was hooked.
She moved her hips in tune to the provocative beat and her hands traveled far down south before nearly going where I wanted mine to go when she pulled up.
Her face, that’s what drew everyone in. Her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly yet I all I could see was her innocence radiating off her. The beat began to speed up and her whole body began to vibrate with it and I finally decided enough was enough.
“Get her for me would ya?” I ask with a smile toward my nearest worker. They follow my gaze before hurrying over to her. She looks at me winks, and continues to dance.
The man comes back shaking. “She said after this song Mr. J.” He can’t even look at me. Pussy.
I grin lazily at the man and bring my hand up to my lips showing off the tattoo before laughing. “She’s so good.” I grin at the man keeping my hand there to scare him some more. Fucking pussy. His hands begin to shake and I laugh longer this time before standing up. I stalk over to him and circle him slowly running my hand across his chest as I pass. “Ya scared? Scared of the evil Clown of Gotham pretty boy?” He doesn’t answer and I slowly get mad. As I walk past his face I grab his jaw quickly. I pull the man’s face close to mine. “Answer me…pussy.”
“No Mr. J.” He replies quickly.
I drop the grip on his jaw and pat his face before running my hand back to his hair. “Liar and a pussy. I can smell the fear on you pussy. Either admit to it and I shoot you or get her the fuck over here.”
He runs away as fast as possible and I drop myself back onto the couch seat and spread my legs out across it. A perfect place to watch this exchange.
She leans down and bites her lips before facing her ass right towards my eyesight. “Fucking perfect.” I mumble dragging my hands down my jaw. The man is shaking and she caresses his hair before kissing his cheek. As she straightens up he visibly relaxes at what she says next. The man then follows her back over to me.
“You wanted me Mr. J?” She asks with a smile now not even three feet from me.
“Sit down doll,” I pat my lap and she grins wickedly before sitting right on my crotch. The pussy is standing in the corner scared. “You can leave before I change my mind about killing you.” My left hand wraps around her waist as my right hand makes a gun. I squint my eyes and point my ‘gun’ at him. “BANG!” I yell shooting the gun and he jumps. “Want me to try with a real one? Or you gonna leave you pussy?” He leaves without a second thought.
“My name,” she says softly by my ear her hips grinding into my crotch, “do you want to know?” My hand squeezes her hips as my right hand pushes her hair away from the tattoo on her neck. I pull her neck to the side before running my tongue across the inked skin. She moans and I begin to suck in response.
“It’s a game sweet cheeks. Not knowing adds to the lust for me. I’m horny as fuck and want you.” I move my lips down to her collarbone and she wraps her fingers into my hair.
“Then take me.” She murmurs her lips sucking on my earlobe.
“God your so perfect. Sorry doll, I have to yell at a guy for screwing up a million dollar deal.” I begin to pull away slowly and my hands run up and down her sides.
“Let me stay and afterwards I can show you,” her hand grabs my crotch as she pulls away. She rubs it slowly as she talks, “All of you a good time.”
I growl at her before quickly kissing her. I grab her sides causing her mouth to open and I dive in trying to learn everything about the inside of that sexy little mouth. She pulls away first causing my to growl but she just grins and begins to unbutton my shirt. After each button she adds a long hot open mouth kiss and I lift my hips up. She looks up from halfway down my chest before deciding to wrap her legs around my waist and pull me close. “Don’t stop baby doll.” She giggles and her tongue licks back up everything she’s kissed.
“Mr. J.” A voice interrupts and she pulls away slowly before buttoning my shirt back up not looking at who was there. “He’s here.”
I growl at the interrupter before pulling the gun out from behind my back and shooting him in the head. “Bang!” I say halfheartedly pissed about being left dry down beneath.
“Don’t worry J, I’m not letting you go before I taste that dick of yours.” She tells me before laying down on top of me.
“Doll, I’m not letting you leave till I taste you and my dick gets slammed into every single one of your holes.” I reply before motioning the man in.
“She’s new.” Matt? No…Mark? No…Mike! Fucking Mike. “Hi hot little thing I’m David.” Oh, well he’s dead. David was the one who got my favorite club found by Batman.
“Fuck off Douche, you ruined my time with her.” I reply my hand stroking her breasts.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Apologies J, I will make sure your alone next time. You were the one that wanted to see me.”
“Your attractive.” She says with a smile, her fingers playing with my tie as her legs tangle into mine. I laugh at that.
“Maybe I won’t kill you after all! If she likes you I mean. But you did lead Batman to my favorite club…” I kiss her hair and begin to untangle myself from her. She lets go willingly and I stand up.
“Look, J, man, total accident and wasn’t really my fault.” David begins to back away slowly from me.
“You were looking after the club for one day and that same day Batman comes to town and finds my club.” I grab a knife from the table nearby and flip it between my fingers. “Yet somehow that isn’t your fault?” I begin to laugh. David grins nervously and I quickly throw the knife at his dick and hit right on the mark.
He screams and I run over and cover his mouth. “Shh, shh.” I press my fingers to his lips. “If you make a scene I’m gonna have to murder you.” Tears begin to leak down and I groan. I walk away before whirling around and pulling a gun out and pressing it to his forehead. “Kidding! HA HA HA! I’m gonna kill you anyways.” I pull the trigger and his blood splatters on me and the wall.
“Come her puddin’,”She says as his body slumps down to the ground. Her legs are in the air and her stomach pressed against the couch. Her legs were wide open and inviting. I walk over and she leans up onto her knees and begins to unfasten my belt. I stroke her hair as she unfastens the zipper. Her fingers dance around my boxers and she smiles up at me. “(Y/N), that’s my name.” She tells me before swallowing me whole.
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(captain boomerang ) - ( his babydoll )
Summary:
You’re a Behavioral Sciences Major who’s writing a thesis on the urge to steal ( Kleptomania ) and what drives thieves to do the things they do.. You’re granted access to the Solitary cell of Captain Boomerang…, who you’ve chosen (because he reminds you of a boy you loved from your native Australia, which he happens to be!!!), and you’re left alone with him.. He’s been locked away for a little over 3 months with no female contact.. flirting and smut happen.
Character:
Reader x Captain Boomerang
Rating:
Mature obviously
Word Count:
3,076+
Other:
Okay, look.. I’m obsessed with Captain Boomerang now, dammit. So I’m writing porn for him. I know 99.99 of my writings are about wrasslin but my thirst level is so god damn high for Boomerang and I have all these different HCS about sex with him swirling around in my brain.. Anyway, I know this scenario is highly unlikely, but… For smutty purposes, he pulled off prison sex.
@roleplayeroftheyear You made me do this bby!!! and ILYSM for it.
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Little Attention | Joker x Reader *Smut*
Request: Can you write a Joker Suicide Squad smut?? 😍😘 -Anon
OR SUICIDE SQUAD JOKER @thatoneweirdgirl1
A/N: MASTERLIST
Word Count: 563
Warnings: Smut, language, daddy kink, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex
Tags:@thatoneweirdgirl1@harishaanne @teenagesinnerr @xloudwhocares @fangirling-over-all
“Good morning kitten.” The Joker greeted you with a smile ripped from one ear to the other. “Good morning daddy.” You said as you hopped in the kitchen, kissing him on the cheek. His hand travelled down your back until he reached your ass, giving it a tight grip.
You threw each leg on either side of his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck. You frowned as you looked at him. “What’s wrong kitten?” He asked as he put a finger under chin, making you look at him. “It’s just…” You sighed. “Your mind is always on killing and stealing but I’m barely getting any attention.”
He tilted his head, trying to look in your eyes. “I’m so sorry baby girl. I didn’t mean to ignore you. You know I love you and I would do anything to make you happy.”
“I know.” You sighed. “And I’m grateful for it.” His fingers dug in your thighs as he got to his feet. He laid you back on the table and started kissing up your thighs, biting gently on your soft flesh. “Daddy.” He groaned at your praise. “You like it don’t you kitten?” You nodded; your hands slid up to your breasts, massaging them and giving them light squeezes. Bu his hands quickly stopped yours. “No my little one. You want attention from me.” His free hand slid your black panties down, revealing your wetness. “Tell me something kitten." He looked up at you, his eyes already gone dark.
"Yes Daddy?” You moaned as his fingers raked over your thigh. “Last night when I was passing by our room…I heard this…moan.” You bit your lower lip. Now you’re doomed. “It sounded like my name.” You gasped as one of his fingers slid in swiftly inside your wet aching pussy.
“Mr.J!” You moaned as he curled his fingers inside you. “Yeah that’s what I heard.” He said as he added another finger. He leaned in and trapped one of your nipples in between his soft lips. “Oh, look at you. All wet.” His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, leaving you breathlessly. “All wet for me.” His lips went back on your breast, sucking on the sweet soft flesh.
You felt your head spinning, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and heat spread out through your body. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt something wider filling you up. A throaty moan escaped your lips as his thrusts increased and got sloppier, his hips met yours and his hand wrapped around your throat, keeping you in place.
You looked deep in his lust-blown eyes as they looked down at you, like prey. You knew you were done for. He slowly leaned in, his breath colliding with yours. You whimpered as he stopped thrusting. “Come on kitten. Make daddy proud.” He said with each hard deep thrust. You closed your eyes shut as you orgasm washed over you, white stars falling before your eyes. Your heart was beating out of control.
But that didn’t stop Mr.J from releasing his load inside you. He threw his head back, eyes closed and sighing from his release. “That’s all I needed.” You whispered as you sat up on the table. “Just a little attention.”
“You’re going to get more attention once you’re in our bedroom kitten.”
She Thick.
JokerXChubby reader.
Summary- Someone comments on your weight and J says something and then you kick the dudes ass.
Warning- This is dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty. Public sex. Yep, right in the middle of the road. Mhm. All that good shit.
Inspired by @tbhimprobablylost1613 because she wrote a dirty ass story that made me, well, wanna get fuckin dirty.
A/N- I didn’t go over this so all mistakes are mine. I’m tired and it’s 2 in the morning, so you know. Sorry…
Oh, and this is complete shit.
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The Joker’s assistant, that what you were. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t complain. All you really did was set up meetings and that’s about it. You left all of his financial stuff with numbers to other people. You did a few other things like tagging along in heists, picking out a tie for J, even went with him to all of his meetings.
You enjoyed your job very much. Money was fucking great, you were never bored, you didn’t have to hide your crazy, and let’s face it, your boss is Daddy as fuck. You were always excited for his meetings. You got to dress up and go out, maybe get lucky and kill someone.
Staring down at the purple box on your bed, you opened it, finding a gold dress. Pulling it out, you held it up, noticing that it was short and skin tignt. Leave it to J to pick out the most unflattering clothes. Next to the box was a second smaller one, and you found a pair of black heels.
You didn’t know what J was thinking getting you this dress. Your body wasn’t going to look too good, but you knew better than to argue with J over it. Hopping in the shower you shaved your legs and everyrhing, and started to get ready for the next meeting at 9 PM, meaning you had 2 hours to get ready.
After blow drying your hair, you put some hairspray in it, creating some volume. Moving on to your makeup, you settled for a black Smokey eye with a hint of red, and bright red lipstick. Satisfied with your look, you slipped on the dress.
Looking in the mirror, you fluffed your hair, pulling your boobs out a little more and sighed. Something was missing. You grabbed your gun holster, slipping it over your shoulders along with a cropped leather jacket, then a choker. Taking another look at yourself you smiled, actually feeling pretty good. Turning around, you took in the view of your round ass, your dress stopped mid thigh, but when you walked it went up to the bottom of your butt.
Checking the time, you noticed it was 8:30 so you walked downstairs, meeting J at the bottom. Your breath was taken away by him everytime. So strong and sexy, and fucking insane. J was a man you could never get tired of. He stared in your late night fantasies and you dreamed of ruling with him, but you knew it wasn’t possible. Not a girl like you.
Your eyes took in the sight of him. Black slacks that fit him perfectly, his white button up shirt, a bow tie, and finishing it off with a tuxedo jacket, gloves, and a cain. He was one hell of a man, that’s all you could say and you knew that by the end of the night, his javket would be off and his shirt would be unbuttoned, showing of his chisled chest.
J noticed the sound of your heels clicking agaisnt the stairs, turning his gaze towards you. His eyes ran from your legs to your breasts, then to your eyes. His lips were parted slightly, a little growl coming from him. His reaction settled deep in your stomach, creating a wetness between your legs. Perhaps it would’ve been a good idea to wear panties.
“Don’t you just look good enough to eat.” J said as you reached the bottom of the stairs. Laughing out of amusent, you knew he was lying and just being friendly.
“Don’t lie to me, J.” You stated, walking away and passing him, Putting a little more sway in your hips. You reached the car before him, climbing in and crossing your legs, making your dress hitch up farther. A few minutes later, J was getting in, throwing the car into drive and heading off.
J was a terrible driver, but with you dressed like that, he was worse. His eyes were barely on the road, more on you. You knew he was staring, so you chose to tease him a little. Running a hand though your hair and toying with the bottom of your dress. Hearing him growl, you knew it was working, which added to your confidence. Maybe he was attracted to you.
Reaching the club, a henchman opened your door and you stepped out, meeting J on the sidewalk. Walking into the club, you and J went to the VIP area, meeting the client. You noticed a look of disgust on his face as he looked at you, making you shift a little in your seat. J noticed, cocking his head to the side.
You didn’t really pay much attention to the conversation, you just watched as people danced. Looking back over at J, you noticed his jacket and tie were off and his shirt was unbuttoned, just as you thought. You just wanted to eat him up then and there.
Turning your head, you looked at the client, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your body, lips twisting into a grimace. “Who is this, J?” He asked, a jersey accent strong on his voice.
“Ah. This is my assistant Y/N.” J said and you sinced a feel of protection coming from him.
“Why she so fat?” The client asked, making your face twist into anger and amusment. How dare he say something about you? Especially knowing who your boss was and how close you two were.
“Why are such an ignorant piece of shit?” You retorted, cocking your head to the side, a smile on your face. You were highly offended by his comment, but you weren’t going to show it. And believe it or not, you felt really good tonight, but that ship had fucking sailed. He went to say something, but J shushed him with a finger to his mouth.
“Miss Y/N is not fat, she thick.” J ran a finger up the side of your thigh, creating goosebumps. “Perfection.” You met eyes with J, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.
“Nah. What you need is a skinny girl. They easy to toss around, and show em’ who’s boss.” The client continued, earning a death glare from J. Apparently this dude didn’t get the hint about talking shit. “They easy to control. Better than that fat thing. How about I show you a few of my girls? Let you take some for a joy ride?”
“Seems you’re not gettin’ the hint, buddy. Miss Y/N, would you like to teach him?” Looking over at you, J had a questioning, but dangerous look in his eyes. Graciously accepting his offer, you nodded your heads to the henchman, making them grab the man’s arms and handcuffing them to his chair.
Standing up, you smiled brightly, slipping off your leather jacket, giving J nice view of your open back and the curve of your ass, and giving the client a view of your gun holster loaded with weapons. “I can’t wait to show you my toys!” You squeeled, pulling out a knife.
Walking to him, you slammed it down onto his hand, making him cry out in pain. “I’m sorry! I take it back!” He screamed, sweat beading down his bald head. Chuckling to yourself, you grabbed another knife, stabbing him right in his crotch. You listened to the other men gasp around your and you heard J audibly laugh and mumble something.
You watched as blood poured feom his dick, adding to your amusment. “You see….I don’t allow men, or anyone as a matter of fact, tell me what to do, especially men like you. You’re a filthy pig. Nothing but an ignorant, cowardly clown, controlling woman because he can’t earn respect.” Spitting out, you twisted the kinife in his hand, making him groan out in pain. “Everything that Mr. J tells me to do, I do on my own because I want to, not becuase he tells me to. I’m my own person, I make my own decisions, bitch.” Throwing a punch, his head napped to the side, blood drooling from his lip.
“This is what’s going to happen…you’re going to tell me where your warehouse is, We’re gonna get all your shit. Oh! And for the fun part, I kill you! Got it? Yes, okay, good. Now spill.” Taking out a gun, you held it to his head, watching as tears spilled down his cheeks. In your own little world, you weren’t paying attention to J and the pleased look in his face as he watched you break this man.
“S-south Newport road. The abandoned ship yard. Everything’s there. Just please, let me go.”
“Mmm, No can do, buddy. You don’t deserve to live.” Huffing out a laugh, you pulled the trigger, spilling his brain’s all over the black leather couch. “No one…tells me…what to do.” Smiling, you grabbed your two knives from his corpse, putting them in place along with your gun. Turning around, you grabbed J’s hand, walking you both out of the club.
“That was very impressing, Miss Y/N. Gotta say, it was exciting!” J said, pushing you against the passenger seat door, making butterflies form in your stomach. His hand traveled up your waist, fingers touching the bare skin of your back. “Why don’t we go home? Gotta bare skin rug and some grape soda on ice waitin’ for us.” Pulling you closer, you felt his hard length proding at your belly.
Leaning your head back, you closed your eyes, feeling your slick between your legs. All you wanted was for him to put his face between your thighs and fuck you with his tongue. You wanted his cock deep inside of you, making you scream. J placed his lips on your neck, giving it a rough bite, then another. Crying out, your back arched agaisnt him. “Fuck.” You moaned, pressing your face into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
“Tell Daddy what you want, princess.” J rasped into your ear, voice laced with lust, making your heart beat pick up even more.
“I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car in front of all these people. Let them know just how good you can fuck me and make me scream.” You say with more confidence than you thought you could. A dark chuckle comes from his lips as his hands slide down your body, sneeking up your dress to grab ahold of your bare ass.
“Mmm, such a dirty girl. You sure you want that? All these people to see you. What happened to the little self conscious Y/N I knew?” Nibbling at your ear lobe, he brought a hand around to your front, dipping it in between your sensitive folds, collecting the slick at your entrence. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you squeeze when he pushes his finger into your drenched pussy, curling at the perfect spot, elighting a moan from you. Gadping in his ear, you feel a growl rumble through his chest at the little noises you make.
“Leave my dress on. I don’t care what else you do to me. Just make me fucking cum.” Pulling your face from his neck, you slam it back against the car, wrapping your leg around his thin waist. “Fuck….” adding a second finger, he laughs hierarchically.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty.” J flicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, letting a huge grin form on his lips.
Removing his fingers from your cunt, he pushes them onto hiss mouth, groaning at the taste of your juices. Moving his his face forward, he pressed his lips against yours, ×m waiting no time to invade your mouth with his tongue. Sliding your arms around his neck, you grab at his electric green locks, drawing a groan from deep within his chest. Biting at his bottom lip, he pulled you from the car, walking up to the hood, never breaking the kiss. Your hands make quick work at his belt, getting it open along with his pants. J laid you down, spreading your legs with the palm of his hands, he grins as he sinks down onto his knees. “Look this pretty little pussy.” pressing his face right against your throbbing core, sucking your clit into his mouth, making you muel out, your back arching off the hood. “So Fucking good.”
J would love to take his time to tease you and have you begging for him too touch you, but all he wanted to do was to taste you on his tongue. Licking down to your slit, he’s slides his tongue into your opening, groaning when he tastes deep within you. “Daddy.” Moaning, you lift your head to watch him eat you out, meeting the faces of all the people who were waiting in line. You had completely forgot about them, to be honest. You were too busy in your own world to even notice or care. But, knowing that all these people were watching the joker eat you out, made your face flush with excitment.
Biting down onto your clit, her pushed two of his long digits into your pussy, curling them against your g spot. Screaming quite loudly, you clenched around his fingers, bringing your hips up to reach his face over and over again. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my face.” J growled, pumping his fingers even harder inside of you. Withering your hips, you ground them against his face, feeling your orgasm build fastly. Fisting your hands into his hair, you pulled roughly as your orgasm hit. Screaming as loud as you could, you honestly didn’t give a shit about anyone watching. You wanted to know how good he made you feel.
J groaned when your juices gushed onto his face, coating him and his fingers with your cum. Falling limp agaisnt the hood, J continues to lick at your pussy, collecting all of your wetness. Standing up, he wipped the back of his hand across his mouth, spreading his red lipstick even farther on his face. Smiling, he licked his liver teeth. “Fucking delicious.” He chuckles.
Feeling the energy to lean up, you pull down his pants to his knees, along with his boxers, watching as his hard member sprang free. Feeling your mouth water, you rub your hand along his length, spreading the precum on his tip. “As much ad I’d love to choke on your cock, I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” Looking up through your lashes at him, you lick slowly across your bottom lip.
J leaned down, cupping your cheek in kiss hand and pressing a surprisingly gentle peck on your lips.
Feeling a small smile form on your face, your heart leaped at his gentleness. Scencing your reaction, J moves his lips to your ear, “Don’t get used to it, Doll.”
Moving fastly, his demeanour changes from gentle to Daddy in a second. Flipping you over onto your stomach, he pulls you down until your feet are planted on the ground. Lifting your dress up, he kicked your legs apart with his foot, exposing you to both him and the crowd. Smacking the palm of his hand on your bum, you gasp as it sends a bolt of pleasure through you. “You been a naughty girl.” He growls, smacking your bum again, this time making you moan. “Now that’s more like it.” Smacking the other cheek twice, he sticks his cock right into you.
Giving you no time to adjust, he sets a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you. Even over the sound of music coming from the club, the sound of your skin smacking against eachother was very noticeable. Pressing your on your back, J grips your hips roughly and you knew that there’d be bruises there tomorrow. Feeling him rub your gspot, you can’t help but clench around him and he growls.
“Right there, Daddy.” Gasping with pleasure, you feel the coil in your stomach form. “Fuck, ugghhh.”
“You like that, Doll?” He questions, smacking your ass again.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Speeding up his thrusts, if even possible, he reaches down and presses his fingers to your clit, making you scream.
“Please….please, Daddy. Make me cum. I wanna cum on your cock.”
“Such a dirty girl. Begging daddy to let her cum.” Rubbing even faster, you didn’t know how long you could hold on until you came. “But you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.”
“P-please….” feeling tears brimming your eyes, you try and stop yourself from cumming. His member was rubbing deliciously against your gspot with each thrusts, and you could feel him throbbing inside of you. He was close to. “Daddy, Please!” Screaming at him, tears spilled down your cheeks.
“Come on, Doll. Cum for Daddy.” With his words and one more thrust, he spills his load right inside of you, sending you over the edge. Your vision blurred as your legs gave out from under you, only being held up by J who was slowly thrusting in and out now.
Pulling out, he tucked his cock back inot his trousers, buckling his belt. Taking a minute, he stared at your soaked pussy, watching your and his cum leak down your legs. “That’s a fucking sight!” He yells excitedlly, pulling down your dress.
Regaining some of your modesty, you struggle to stand up and pull down your dress even farther, your juices tickling your legs. Looking over, you meet eyes once again with the people outside. Some of them had faces of horror while others were very pleased. Shrugging, you pull J down and give him a soft peck. “Don’t get used to it.” You smile.
Addicted (Pt. 1/2)
Request: Can you write a Jared Leto Joker imagine where the reader is famous (in a band) and the reader and her band go to J’s club. J sees her from afar and invites her to come sit with him in the VIP area and the reader invites him to her concert tomorrow. When the reader leaves the club some guy tries to rape the reader and J saves her. The next day J goes to her concert and they start talking.
Warnings: Language, Slight angst, Semi-fluff/smut
A/N: I am so so sorry this is late. I was not aware that I didn’t already post it until I got on just a few days ago. Please please don’t hate me :((. Also the song is not mine!!
“All set for the gig tonight?” A burly guard asked, his finger hovering over the ear-piece. I simply nodded my head, his thin lips speaking into the piece, body backing out of the room. I let out a strained sigh, the effects of his presence making my body shake. Sure it isn’t the person he’s speaking too?
I turned back around, viewing my outfit one last time making sure I was borderline between ‘I can kick your ass’ and ‘Wanna see my ass?’. It made me smile just thinking at who will hit on me first. Maybe it’ll be him.
I shook my head laughing, thoughts running rampant with temptation. Bouncing on my heels, I quickly made haste to go and see what my other band- mates were doing, praying I could get my mind to think only of the night and not him.
“And now ladies and gentleman, the band that has brought you so many questionable thoughts and so many drunken nights, give it up for Temptations!”
The guitar started first, beat thrumming my veins.
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
When you’re loving me
Drums were next, my voice fading as they took over.
The crowd started to gather around the stage, lights blazing and hearts beating. Girls were taking clothes off throwing it my way, guys as well. My smile raged on as I belted out another hymn.
Oh boy let’s take it slow
So as for you well you know where to go
I want to take my love
And hate you till the end
It’s not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can’t take
It’s not like me to walk away
There was so much electricity running through me I sparked when the bass hit, my mouth hanging open, sweat rolling down my back. Through hooded eyes, I stared at the balcony his arms extending out to hold onto the railing, a maroon smile crawling up. My God how perfect.
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
When you’re loving me
His look was pure ecstasy as it was cast my way, legs trembling as I continued on with my song. I looked back to the sea of drunks, their now sweaty bodies pressed against other sweaty bodies mixing together emotions and lust. I slowly dragged my eyes back up to him but I was sorely met with nothing.
I ended the song with a head-bang, hair flipping into my eyes as the crowd cheered. We got dismissed for the other band to come up and I couldn’t be more happier, hoping that I would run into him. Don’t be so foolish. I parted ways from my band-mates and went into my room, stripping of my clothing. I went to grab for my main outfit of the night when a knock sounded.
“Just a minute.” I called, hurriedly slipping on the dress before they entered. It was the bodyguard again. He quickly rushed out his words, seemingly urgent since he was out of breath.
“Sir wants to meet you (name)” I widened my eyes, the words he spoke dawning on me further. Me? He wants to see me?!
“Okay um-can I get ready first?” I questioned arms crossing over my chest as he raked over me. Creep. He nodded his head before telling me he would be outside, and to also hurry up. I scoffed as he shut the door, my hands quickly making haste. I had to look outstanding.
About 10 minutes later I was walking with him through the crowd, men gawking and women envied. My stomach was knotting and fluttering at the same time, mind hazy. This felt so unreal as I followed this tall man up the stairs, music fading. Why do I feel so nervous? I’m a celebrity for crying out loud I should in no way feel worried, but oh how I do.
“We’re here.” He barked, snapping me out of my faze. I glared at him and walked straight through, adrenaline kicking in. That was probably not a smart move. As soon as I entered I had six men stand up, guns aiming at me. My heels stopped and my heart dropped. We all had a stare-down before I heard a cackle, shoes tapping the hardwood floor.
“My, my, my, Miss (name) you sure know how to make an entrance don’t you?” A voice said, the end of his words ending in purr. It was him. I felt a surge of chills run through me as the tapping got closer. The movement stopped as he was behind me, heat radiating onto my back. Holy fuck.
“Cat got your tongue doll?” He whispered, a hand lazily trailing down my forearm. I tensed as another laugh ran through him, this time lower than his voice. I shivered as he walked around me, hand still roaming my arm. He was finally facing me and I felt my knees go weak.
His face was mostly cream colored and his lips were painted a rosy crimson while his hair was a freshly dyed green. But oh his eyes were the best part, they were the deepest blue I had ever seen, and not just ocean deep but a midnight sky deep that if you stared long enough you would get sucked in, never escaping from their depths.
My whole body buzzed the longer I stared at him and he seemed to notice because he never broke away from me either. Did we feel the same thing? The hand that was trailing my arm finally came to rest against my cheek, his movements confident. He stroked my face and opened his mouth hissing in air. We only broke the contact when someone cleared their throat, his jaw clenching in the process.
“Um-sir your other clientele has arrived.” A random one spoke, voice quivering. He closed his eyes, neck rolling around before he finally sighed, breaking away from me to walk over to the huge glass windows. He spread out his arms again, like he did earlier and watched carefully as he probably spotted his guest.
“Doll I really need to take care of some business but I would adore it if you stuck around.” He smiled, whipping around and clasping his hands. I swallowed my fear, body still coming down from that high. Come on (name) say something!
“How about my next concert?” I blurted, his face turning into a full blown grin. He again walked back over to me, hands in a prayer motion against his mouth and teeth still gleaming. Resting right in front of me he then let one of his hands down, using it to move some hair out of my face. The humming feeling was back and I bit my lip, loving how it ran throughout my core.
“You have yourself a deal my sweets.” He lowly growled, eyes blown. Before anything else could happen another arm was tugging me, my contact yet again lost. His eyes slowly trailed up the figure and he had a menacing look on his face. Why was he so……angry? I started to move with the figure before he spoke up again, this time not at me.
“You ever try that again, I will personally blow your fucking brains out.” And with that, I was ushered out through the door, his sinful grin the last thing that I saw.
Addicted (Pt.2/2)
Request: Can you write a Jared Leto Joker imagine where the reader is famous (in a band) and the reader and her band go to J’s club. J sees her from afar and invites her to come sit with him in the VIP area and the reader invites him to her concert tomorrow. When the reader leaves the club some guy tries to rape the reader and J saves her. The next day J goes to her concert and they start talking.
Warnings: Language, Slight angst, Semi-fluff/smut
A/N: I am so so sorry this is late. Please don’t hate me.
“You little bitch.” He snarled, hand slapping my left cheek. It stung like a motherfucker. I flipped my head back, glaring at him with all I had. He slipped out of his suit jacket, throwing it across a chair. He then rolled up his sleeves. Oh joy.
“Ouch that one hurt a little.” I mocked, confidence building. You see I am not fearful of any man, woman or thing. Except him…oh yes him. He could make me run and hide with just one look and I have only ever met him once.
The guard gripped onto my hair, yanking my face upwards to his rage filled eyes. “You must think you’re some kind of funny.” He spoke, breath puffing. Disgusting. I just stared at him, smile carving into my face.
“Exceptionally. Especially when it comes to a sick son-of-a-bitch like yourself. What do you think he will do? Promote you?” I laughed spitting in his face. That broke him. He threw me down, my chair impacting with my head. Fuck that one really hurt. I lazily lifted my chin, his face leaning down as his hands pushed up my dress bottom.
“What-t are you doing?” I coughed, eyes rolling back. Dammit my head hurt. He didn’t respond, my legs being forced open. No no no. I then started to panic as I kicked him, his groan sliding past my ears. I didn’t let up as I wiggled, desperately inching upwards. He grabbed onto my ankle and pulled down his strength out-weighing mine.
“Don’t have anymore jokes do you little slut?” He smirked, my eyes brimming with tears. Okay now I was beginning to worry. I did not want to die like this. My underwear was ripped from me and I was exposed rawly my legs closing again. He punched me in the stomach, my lips curling into a scream. I heard his belt buckle turn loose.
“No please Go-” I screamed, but he cut me short stuffing a tie down my throat. I gagged. He finally dropped his pants, his bulge showing as I cried silently my heart seeming to shut-down. This is it.
“This is for embarrassing me in front of him you whore. You made him threaten me. ME. He has always been loyal to me, and then here you come.” He seethed, teeth clenching. Before he got to move another second, the door was opened. My vision was too blinded but I heard a gun cock. Him.
“Hello Hunter funny seeing you here. Who is she this time?” He sounded normal. Did this usually happen….? I couldn’t breathe as “Hunter” fell off of me, pulling his pants back up in the process. I instantly closed my legs, my coughing wheezing throughout the room. He then looked at me, his once blue eyes shading over into onyx. He didn’t know it was me.
He twisted his neck back to Hunter while the poor guy wrung his neck collar, the room suddenly feeling all too hot. I tried to warn the bastard. He slowly walked over to me, bending down to take the tie out of my mouth and to slice open my restraints. His eyes pinned all over my face, gouging out the rough parts. His left hand gently reached up to wipe away the last of my tears, jaw clenching together. Without saying anything he stood back up reaching for my hand to bring me as well. Legs almost gave out.
I pulled up my underwear and straightened my dress, the wobble in my hands noticeable. He was already walking back to Hunter before I could look up at him. The heels of his shoes were the only noise as the room held silence, the situation too much. Then out of nowhere he sliced Hunter across the face, the guard slacking back.
“You dare to touch her.” He barked, throwing the knife at a wall. He went to step over Hunter but Hunter scrambled up, nearly knocking him down. This made it a challenge. He switched legs and smiled, silver teeth gleaming. Hunter raised his fists, knocking him a clean one.
“She is a whore and always will be.” Hunter hollered. All he did was howl my skin crawling at the notes. Hunter you stupid fool. The laugh seemed to offset Hunter and make him realize what he was doing.
“Oh Hunter you will feel pain.” He beamed eyes widening with madness. This was the real man everyone feared. This was the real man that made me quiver whenever I heard his name on the news. This was the real name that was going to fuck up Hunter. Hunter tried to shove him and break for it. He should have known better.
That’s when the shot echoed and a shriek right after that. He had shot through Hunter’s right kneecap, the man recoiling with pain. He walked up to him and tugged him back up, the man crying harder. I felt my chest expand with an emotion that would terrify the entire nation. Happiness.
“I do believe you owe Miss (name) an apology.” He growled, Hunter’s eyes glancing over at me. He gurgled an apology. I laughed. That made the both of them stare.
“Mean it.” I shot. He pushed Hunter down to his knees, the man pleading again as he spat apologies. I walked over to him and tipped his chin back, blood dripping out of his mouth onto my fingers. I don’t know why I was acting this psychotic but it was something about him that made me want to. Made me want to give my entire soul.
“You see Hunter there’s just one problem, I don’t believe you.” I sympathized, his eyes growing wide. I reached my hand out as a cool metal slipped into it. I aimed it straight for his forehead his cries having no effect on my subconscious. What am I?
“Do it baby.” He urged me, my lips curving as blood splattered. Hunter dropped, my hand lowering. He didn’t say anything as we stared at each other, eyes going back to blue. All i remember was his sadistic gleam.
I was sitting with him in the V.I.P area, legs crossed as he drank me in. My show has not started yet and I still had a good 45 minutes before it would. I decided to spend it with him. He stood up to go get another glass of scotch as I shifted, watching.
“Tell me something doll, why did you take the opportunity to shoot Hunter?” He spoke, back still turned. The question caught me off guard as I thought about it, the answer already made present.
“Do you want my honest opinion?” I muttered eyes watching as he turned back around, body leaning against the bar. He raised his brow waiting for my response. I turned my chair all the way towards him now, voice getting serious.
“You.”
He raised his maroon lips, eyes questioning my response. His left hand motioned for me to come forth as I did, chest heaving. There was that electricity again. I stopped just inches away from his chest as he reached up and stroked my cheek, the lonely act making me tremble.
“What about me.” He growled, eyes showing delight.
“It’s not easy to explain. I have never met you before last week and I already feel fireworks. The way you take your time during every heist or every kill mesmerized me and it may be crazy but just about everything is crazy now-a-days. I seek a life that is full of surprises and pain and when I got the invitation to come to your night-club I almost thought I was dreaming. It is a rush to be by your side and I feel a sort of pull to you. Plus you did tell me too.” I never wavered my eyes from him and neither did he.
He then pulled me close, breathing in everything about me as he closed his eyes. Our lips met and it wasn’t anything I had expected. It was 10x better. Everything was better with him. His tongue invaded in, my whole being evaporated. It was hammered inside of him as he gave his all to me my heart melting . He leaned back, lips making a popping noise as his hooded eyes bored into mine.
“Would you do me the honor of being mine.” He mumbled, his taste still on my tongue.
“I thought I already was.”