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Hey. Could I request a “dating joker would include…”? (Jared Leto’s joker)
thanks!!
hell yeah!! first im gonna send you over to this post if you haven't already seen it, but here are some other hcs i have for him:
dating leto!joker headcanons:
this man is VERY touchy. he likes knowing you're nearby, and even more so than that, likes knowing you're his
will absolutely use that to scare away anybody he thinks is making eyes at you
also very fond of giving you stuff. part of it is a possessive thing (a lot of things are, with him), knowing that you're wearing things he gave you, but he also likes giving you things he knows you'll like so you wear that pretty smile for him
he does love it when you smile. he thinks your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world
when he's asleep, he looks... peaceful, actually. the most peaceful you've ever seen him.
he kind of attaches to you like a koala when you're in the same bed at night. you could be on opposite sides of the bed to start out with but you WILL wake up with him all over you
a HUGE fan of the holding your face in his hands thing
not above sitting in your lap! this is the joker we're talking about, he is nothing if not flexible (in a couple different ways, my friend)
(Y/n) had endured the harsh reality of living in Gotham, her past shrouded in a tumultuous mix of abuse and strife. Her father's had devastated their family. Despite the emotional scars she carried, (Y/n) refused to be defined by the darkness of her past. Instead, a strong yearning for redemption fueled her soul, driving her to prove her worthiness to both herself and the world around her.
Joker, set his sights on her. The Joker's insidious influence threatened to shatter the fragile balance of (Y/n)'s already tumultuous life. Confronted with the choice between maintaining her sanity or giving in to the Joker's treacherous embrace, how will (Y/n) respond?
Warnings: This book does contain mature topics such as alcoholism, drug addiction, murder, mental health, manipulation, and sex. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️
The journey was swift, and soon enough, they arrived at the abandoned amusement park, their presence cloaked by the shadows of the night. The dimly lit park stood as a beacon, a symbol of chaos waiting to be unleashed.
The Joker entered the amusement park with a twisted sense of satisfaction. His footsteps echoed through the space as he walked around, taking in the surroundings.
As if on cue, the lights flicked on, illuminating the long abandoned park. The rides, once stagnant, now came to life, their mechanics whirring and grinding amidst their chaotic spins and rotations.
A wild smile curled on the Joker's face as the park came back to life, the amusement rides filling the air with their mechanical whirs and spins. The sudden change from silence to this chaotic symphony seemed fitting, a proper welcome into the madness.
In the heart of the reborn park, the Funhouse lit up like a beacon, its quirky facade calling out to the Joker's twisted sense of amusement. The bright lights and peculiar structure held a unique allure, beckoning him forward.
The distinct green and purple doors of the Funhouse slowly creaked open, the familiar colors drawing the Joker's gaze to the entrance. The sight of the open door seemed to beckon him forward, inviting him into a world of skewed mirrors, confusing mazes, and warped reflections.
The rest of the group chuckled knowingly as they observed the Joker disappear into the funhouse. They were well aware that he would be spending quite some time inside, engaging in whatever antics he had in store. After all, there was much to catch up on between you and him.
The moment the Joker stepped into the Funhouse, he was greeted by a sight that sent a wave of twisted delight through his veins. The walls were adorned with a menagerie of mirrors, each one distorted and warped, reflecting his image in warped and grotesque forms. Alongside those mirrors were framed photos, newspaper clippings, and sketches, all bearing his image, as if the entire structure had been dedicated to him. Yet, amidst the chaos, there were photographs of you, seamlessly integrated into the collection.
As the Joker ventured deeper into the funhouse, he came upon a long table, its surface covered by a vibrant purple cloth. The color scheme mirrored the chaos within his mind, perfectly in tune with his twisted sense of aesthetics.
Surrounding the table were a series of mismatched chairs, each one uniquely painted in vibrant colors. The haphazard arrangement of the chairs added to the chaotic atmosphere, their contrasting hues and styles reflective of the Joker's unpredictable nature.
Resting atop the table was a sight that would make one drool; a succulent roasted chicken, surrounded by an array of roasted vegetables and sides. The aromatic scent wafted through the air, intensifying the Joker's carnivorous hunger, his stomach growling in anticipation.
As the Joker sauntered closer, a sly smirk curled up on his face, his eyes glistening with an unsettling fervor. The scent of the meal filled his nostrils, driving his appetite to its limits. He greedily eyed the roasted chicken and sides, his hunger growing with each step forward.
The door to the side swung open, unveiling you in a form-fitting red babydoll dress, a smirk playing on your lips. The sight of you in that dress was a surprise, yet the Joker, ever the opportunist, seemed to relish the unexpected reveal.
"Welcome home, puddin," you purred, approaching the Joker with a sly smile. In your hands, you held a bowl of pudding, its contents perfectly complimenting the sweet nickname that slipped from your lips.
The Joker chuckled darkly, his eyes roaming over you. "You know me too well, dollface," he replied, the pet name rolling off his tongue with a hint of twisted affection. Unable to resist any longer, the Joker dipped his finger into the bowl of pudding, coating it with the sweet substance. He brought his finger to his lips, his gaze locked onto yours as he savored the taste.
A wicked smile spread across his face as the sweetness danced on his taste buds, "Delicious," he murmured, the word dripping with satisfaction. You set the bowl down and wrapped yourself around him, “you’re gonna spoil your dinner,”
Joker's arms instinctively found their way around your waist. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he felt your body press against his. "Spoiling dinner is half the fun, dollface," he quipped, his voice low and laced with a hint of mischief.
You led the Joker to the head of the table, gesturing for him to take the largest seat. The Joker, ever the king in his own mind, couldn't help but relish the notion of being seated in the most important chair. He grinned as he settled into the chair, feeling a sort of regal satisfaction.
As he took his seat, you made sure to fill his plate to its limits with the enticing meal before him. The aroma of the roasted chicken, the vibrant colors of the vegetables, and the tantalizing sides, perfectly arranged, created a feast of sensory delights. You placed the plate before him with a warm smile, knowing that the Joker, having endured days without proper meals in Arkham, was undoubtedly famished.
The Joker's gaze fixated on the overflowing plate, his stomach grumbling loudly. The sight of the mouthwatering meal before him was a sight for sore eyes, and he couldn't help but greedily eye the food with anticipation. He grinned, his eyes glinting with a manic glint, "Dollface, this looks delectable."
“Roasted Chicken. I thought it would be fitting.” The Joker chuckled, his thoughts drifting to the first time he had tasted your roasted chicken. "Ah, the memories," he said, a twisted nostalgia in his voice. "This was one of the first meals you ever made me, wasn't it?"
A grin graces your lips, “you remember.” "Of course I do," the Joker replied, his voice tinged with a dark kind of nostalgia. "How could I forget the first time I tasted your cooking? It left quite the impression, dollface."
As the Joker began to devour the meal, his appetite knew no bounds. The succulent roasted chicken, flavored with spices and seasonings, was cooked to perfection. Every bite seemed to bring a new wave of satisfaction to his expression, his eyes rolling back in delight. The vegetables and sides provided an accompaniment of flavors that complemented the main course flawlessly.
He ate with abandon, his manners temporarily forgotten as he relished every morsel. The Joker was a man of many contradictions, and even amid primal hunger, his eyes remained fixed on you, seemingly savoring the visual display just as much as the food itself.
As you watched him eat, your eyes filled with a blend of joy and admiration. It felt like a dream come true to have him back, sitting there in front of you, devouring the food you had prepared. The Joker's presence filled the space, and even the air itself seemed to crackle with an electric tension.
And then he finished, and the entire plate cleared. The Joker wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin and sat back in his chair, looking satisfied as ever. "That was fantastic, dollface. You certainly haven't lost your touch."
The Joker noticed the wicked gleam in your eyes. He could sense the desire radiating from you. You had been waiting patiently, wanting nothing more than to get your hands on him. But for now, he was satisfied with the food you had so meticulously prepared for him. He chuckled softly, his voice dripping with a touch of seductive mischief, "Oh, dollface, I can see it in your eyes. You want a taste of me, don't you?"
You nodded, the desire in your eyes undeniable. It was clear that you were itching to get your hands on him, to feel his touch and his presence. "Yes," you replied, your voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and impatience.
The Joker's voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for disobedience. All traces of the meal vanished as he casually tossed everything to the floor. With a mere gesture of his finger, he beckoned you toward him. "Come here," he repeated a dark undertone in his tone.
You obeyed without hesitation, crawling towards him on top of the table with a slow, seductive grace. The Joker's eyes followed your every move, his gaze fixated on you like a predator watching its prey. The atmosphere of the room changed, filled with a charged tension as you neared closer to him.
The moment you melted into his embrace and climbed into his lap, the Joker's arms encircled you with a possessive intensity. His touch was firm yet gentle, a contrast to his manic nature. It was as if he needed to feel your presence, to hold you fiercely and remind himself that you were real.
You reached out and ran your fingers through his wavy hair, it had grown much more, the green tips brushing his shoulders. Joker's eyes darkened with desire as he pulled you close, his lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding.
You melted into his embrace. Joker's arms encircled your neck with a possessive intensity. It was as if he needed to feel your presence, to hold you fiercely and remind himself that you were real. "I've been thinking about this for months," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot on your skin. "About you."
Your hands roamed over him, feeling the lean muscles beneath the striped inmate shirt. You wanted him, needed to feel him against you, inside you. With a gentle pull, you guided him back to the kitchen table, your kisses growing more urgent.
As your back touched the table, Joker’s hands slid under your dress to caress your bare skin. You arched your back, inviting his touch, your breath coming in short gasps. His fingers traced the curves of your body, igniting a fire within you.
"You got all pretty for me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You’re too sweet, dollface.”
Joker's hands moved to pull your panties down your legs, exposing your wetness to his hungry gaze. You were on fire, your body throbbing with need. Joker's eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with arousal. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs as he buried his face between your legs.
His tongue was like a flame, licking and teasing your sensitive clit. You moaned, gripping his hair as he devoured you, his mouth sucking and licking in a rhythm that drove you wild. His fingers plunged into your wetness, curling, and stroking, finding that sweet spot that sent you spiraling towards ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" you cried out, your hips bucking against his mouth. "Don't stop, please!"
Joker's response was to increase the intensity, his tongue flicking and thrusting, driving you closer to the edge. Your orgasm is built, a coiled spring ready to snap. And when it hit, it was like a wave crashing over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.
As you came down from your high, Joker stood, his eyes burning with raw, primal hunger. He wasted no time in claiming your mouth again, his kiss fierce and possessive. You could taste yourself on his lips, a heady mix of flavors that only fueled your desire.
"I need you," he growled, his voice rough with need. You didn't need any further encouragement. You reached for the waistband of his pants, your fingers trembling with eagerness. With a swift motion, you pulled it down, revealing his thick, throbbing cock.
Joker kicked off the pants, freeing himself from any constraints. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock brushing against your sensitive folds, leaving a trail of pre-cum. You were ready, more than ready, for him. With a single thrust, he filled you, stretching and claiming you in one smooth motion.
You gasped at the sensation, your body welcoming his invasion. Joker's cock was like a hot steel rod, sliding deep within you, hitting all the right spots. He began to move, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, pounding into you with relentless passion. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, a primal rhythm that matched the beat of your heart.
"Yes, fuck me!" you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder!"
He obliged, his thrusts becoming wilder, rougher. The countertop beneath you shook with each powerful stroke, sending utensils and small appliances clattering to the floor. You didn't care about the mess; all you could focus on was the pleasure coursing through your body.
Joker's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over. You were on the brink of another orgasm, your body tensing in anticipation. “Come for me, doll," he grunted, his breath hot on your neck. "Let me feel you."
His words were all it took. You exploded around him, your pussy clenching and pulsing, milking his cock as you rode the waves of pleasure. Joker followed soon after, his body tensing as he emptied himself on your pussy.
As your heart rates slowed, you lay there, entangled in each other's arms, catching your breath. The room was a mess, but neither of you cared. The leftovers, dishes, and puddin lay forgotten on the floor.
Joker's lips curved into a satisfied smile, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now that's what I call a welcome home present," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction.
A soft giggle escaped your lips as you kissed him gently, and with a tender gesture, you held his face close, tracing your fingers lightly along his scars, your voice filled with sincerity as you whispered, "I love you, Jack."
The Joker's usually twisted grin softened as he heard the sincerity in your words. He reveled in the way you held his face delicately, tracing his scars with tender affection. When you professed your love, calling him "Jack," a rare vulnerability shone through his usually maniacal gaze.
He placed a hand against the nape of your neck, his grip tight but not painful. He reciprocated your confession with a rare show of genuine emotion, "I know, doll," he murmured, his voice softened by the overwhelming weight of his own feelings.
The Joker held you close, savoring the moment of tranquility. Tomorrow, the city would be turned upside down as the infamous duo, the Joker and Harley Quinn, emerged to wreak havoc and chaos. The silence of tonight would be shattered by the symphony of their madness, and there would be no stopping them.
Don’t Tell Me You’re Jealous (Joker x Female Reader NSFW)
Boy oh boy! My first smut request!
I merged two requests! A jealous Joker (From fanfiction.net) and Joker x reader’s first time after knowing each other for a while (Tumblr from one of my anon children)
I used a female reader because it helped me get through the request, I’ll try to be more gender neutral with smut in the future!
smut 18+, p in v, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, bondage, aftercare.
“fuck yes!” i moan loudly. my wrists are bound above me to the headboard as the one and only joker fucks me with his tongue and fingers. the one and only joker i call my boyfriend, the love of my life.
“oh fuck.” i cry as he pulls his mouth away and looks up at me. his scars are gleaming with my juices in the moonlight reflecting through the cracks of my curtains. “j- please.” i beg.
“what?” he asks. “fuck me. i needa feel you.” i sound pathetic. “patience, dear, patience.” he coos. he digs back in with his mouth and fingers attacking me.
“oh yes!” i moan loudly. “fuck.” i say as i put my legs over his shoulders. he hums against me and i clench around him. “please. let me cum.” i whine. i buck my hips at the pleasure he’s giving me.
he pulls away, pulling his mouth away, and fingers out. “no. please. j, i need it, i need you.” i cry. “i told you, it needs to last all night.” he says and sucks off my juices from his fingers.
“fucking delicious.” he smirks. “please.” i whine. “darling. if you cum now, you wouldn’t feel what i want you to. that’s why you need to wait. it’ll be amazing.” he explains his logic. “oh my god.” i cry, a few tears slipping down my cheeks.
“aw, look at you. so pathetic.” he taunts. “just please. i need your cock.” i beg. “please daddy.” i add.
he quickly strips off his slacks and pulls down his boxers. his harden cock hits his slight toned stomach and he lets out a small his. “hm.” he hums as he slowly strokes himself. “please.” i whine.
he gives in and climbs on top of me. he lines himself up with me and thrusts in. “yes!” i moan as he gives me what i want.
“feel good?” he asks and continues to brutally thrust into me. “yes, j, yes!” i moan. he connects his lips to my neck while fucking me. “you’re squeezing me so tight.” he pants.
“who’s is this?” he asks. “who’s pussy is this?” he asks. “yours, all yours.” i moan, looking at him directing in eyes. “yeah. that’s right.” he thrusts into me harder.
he moves my legs so he’s thrusting into my at a different angle, hitting the deep spot inside me at a different angle. “yes, daddy. fuck me.” i moan. “yeah? what do you think i’m doing?” he smirks. “ah! god. i’m close.” i warn.
he pulls out and i let out a pathetic whine. “please.” i feel more tears slip. “i was close.” i cry. “i know. i could feel you. you just need some patience.” he drags his tip up my folds. he taps it against my clit and i let out a gasp from my sensitivity.
“please. fuck me.” i beg. “i need your cock daddy, i need it.” i’m not holding back, i’m begging and crying.
he lines himself back up with me and slowly slides in. “yes.” i moan. “couldn’t not give you want you want.” he smirks as he continues to fuck me like animals. “feels so- fuck, good.” i moan.
“oh j.” i gasp. “fucking me so good.” i moan. “you’re a vocal one.” he smirks as he points out. “yes, fuck.” he sighs. there’s a brief moment of silence where yoh can just hear our heavy breathing and the squelching sounds coming from me.
“daddy-” i cry out. he presses his lips against mine as he continues. “ah!” i moan against him. i pull against the handcuffs as the bubble builds up in my stomach.
“i’m close.” i feel more tears slip down my cheeks. “not until i say so.” he warns. “oh my god.” i groan. he gives me a few more thrusts before if shapes into me needing to pee.
“j- daddy. i need to pee.” i say. “oh just you wait. you’re in for a treat.” he coos. i feel more tears slip and he softly rubs the side of my face. “please.” i beg. “i need it.” i add.
“okay. cum.” he sighs. i let go and i feel a gush between my legs. i finish loudly around him, crying, moaning, and yelling his name and other curses. “oh fuck, yes!” i moan.
i fade out and i come back to him beside me, catching his breath. “worth it?” asks. “yes.” i pant. “see i told you, it’s better to wait sometimes.” he smirks. “mhm.” i nod and cuddle up closer to him. i feel my legs hit a wet patch and i look up at him.
“you squirted, like a fountain. it was magical.” he explains. i get embarrassed and a little bit grossed out. “it was sexy.” he softly rubs my shoulder. “i need to do laundry.” i point out.
i try to get even closer to him, taking in the smell of gasoline, gunpowder, and sweat, smells 5 years ago i would never find comforting. “darling, sorry for not seeing you.” he apologizes. “it’s okay. you were busy, i get it.” i softly smile.
“how was the warehouse? everything go okay? everyone in line?” he asks. “mhm. i didn’t run into any problems that i couldn’t fix.” i smile.
“i got you something.” he says. he gets up, putting on his boxers and digging into his coat pockets. he pulls out a medium sized jewelry box. “j.” i smile, sitting up and pulling the blankets up to my chest.
he opens it to see a dainty silver necklace with a small diamond hanging off of it. “it’s gorgeous.” i smile. “bought it this time.” he smiles and i softly laugh. he takes it out of the box and i turn my back to him, lifting up my hair as he sets it around my neck, clasping it behind my neck.
i drop my hair when he pulls away. i lay back down and he joins me. “thank you.” i smile. “mhm.” he nods. “you missed it, i made roast.” i point out. “is there more?” he asks. “i think so. check the fridge.” i nod. he gets up and disappears into the kitchen.
Since there's very little traction on the tag for our beloved clowns, I've decided to make a compilation of some of the VARIOUS petnames exchanged between Joker & Harley Quinn for funsies:
Joker's Asylum II: Harley Quinn
"My favorite little pistol." (from Joker)
"Jokey, I'm here! It's me, baby!" (from Harley)
Harley Quinn: Harley Loves Joker #1-2
"...there ain't nothing better than wakin' up next to my sweetie..." (from Harley)
"Why so glum, sugarplum?" (from Joker)
"That's my girl!" (from Joker)
"All right, chuckles! What's th' deal?!" (from Harley)
"Break out the bubbly, baby! Daddy's comin' home..." (from Joker)
"Keep low, lovebug!" (from Harley)
The Batman Adventures: Mad Love
"Listen, cupcake..." (from Joker)
"Y'know, sweets, I like what I've heard about you." (from Joker)
"And there, as always, was the self-righteous Batman... determined to make life miserable for my angel." (from Harley)
"Knock, knock puddin'! Say hello to your new, improved Harley Quinn!" (from Harley)
Batman: The Adventures Continue (Red Son Rising #11-12)
"Oh, don't be such a party pooper, pooh." (from Joker)
"An' now I'm out! Sayonara, smiley!" (from Harley)
"Playing the field already, pumpkin-pie?" (from Joker)
"Shucks, Harley-mae, I cain't stay mad at you." (from Joker)
Batman Adventures #3 & #16 (2003)
"Don't you get it, honey bun? ...It's a harley pudding! Get it?!?" (from Joker)
"Whatever you say, Harley-cakes!" (from Joker)
"Hon...?" (from Joker)
"Mistah J!!!" (from Harley)
These are a couple issues I 100% recommend for fellow jarley shippers, available HERE! Feel free to reply with more issues and quotes from them, I'm actually keeping a list of comics where our clowns are madly in love!
As someone who has been reading superhero comics and watched countless cartoons with this topic from a very young age, when cartoons were actually good 90's and early 2000's kids back me up on this, I can say that she is not a victim.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she walked into Arkham. She knew who the Joker was and what he was doing. Hell, 4 year old me could see right through his lies during his therapy sessions with Harley. If a 4 year old can see that then so can a trained psychiatrist!!! Fictional or not!
I hate that people are fighting so hard to portray her as a victim saying she was manipulated. Yeah to a point that's true because Joker is a VILLAIN and VILLAINS are BAD people and a trained doctor should have been aware of that! And don't get me started on the things she did to get his approval. DC truly expect us to forget all that with the New 52 and the whole circus of Harley Quinn stories that came afterwards? Hell no!!! You want me to believe that Harley was manipulated to the point that she agreed to kill Robin?! A child?! Just to please Joker?! FUCK OFF DC!!!
Heath Ledger's Joker had said in the Dark Knight that "Madness is like gravity and all it takes is one little push" he wasn't lying. And also the most famous Joker quote from the Killing Joke is that "All it takes is one bad day to drive someone crazy". Harley definitely had a darker side in her long before the Joker, he sensed it and unleash it. Now I don't know if that was his plan or he just wanted to mess with her for the laughs. You don't get attracted to these kinds of people just like that, something's wrong with you too.
Harley is a villain and as evil as the Joker.
I will never stop shipping Joker and Harley together, their dynamic is everything and deep down we all know he needs her as much as she needs him.
"remember when harley quinn was a metaphor on the effects of abuse" no???? i don't remember that, because that's not what she was created for???? and she definitely didn't BECOME anything close to a good rep for survivors of abuse, she's just constantly reduced to being a victim of abuse or wlw representation(even though people REFUSE to acknowledge that she's bisexual).
her creator, paul dini himself:
that's around when Suicide Squad was released, btw.
completely ignoring the post from which i stole this,
THIS ART????? is better than a thousand character studies on joker's and harley's relationship..... pay attention to the incredible details of their posing: both have their hands holding the back of each other's neck and head, a rather controlling and possessive placement; they're side to side, but facing one another..... considering the joker doesn't appreciate needless touching(that isn't violent/initiated by him) from anyone else but harley, it shows them as equals and intimate— better yet, comfortable!
and for the very BEST part of it: joker has a gun that he's supposedly hiding from harley, but she's so in tune with his particular flavor of madness that she effortlessly renders his weapon useless— this isn't only an amazing look into the roots of joker x harley, as mastered by paul dini, with joker's struggle to handle harley's caring, devotedly kind love and reaching towards his usual method for 'making his problems go away'...
...BUT ALSO, it brings to front harley's cunning handling and blasé attitude towards joker's behavior— exactly what makes her so special to him, she's insane in a way that allows her move him because she's not scared of joker, she madly loves him and he can't quite let go of her love even if it isn't under his control!
(furthermore, consider she's doing the opposite: that she's loading the gun for him instead— it speaks of partnership and her willingness to make sacrifices for their love, a darker aspect of their dynamics although there absolutely are times the joker's the one to give in; still, we get sides to a love that's complicated but very real for them!)
honestly, it's awesome when they're presented with the nuances of their toxic love so cheekily, so easy to read. my favorite kind of jarley art.
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