BOOKITANDSEND will be attending the Spicy and Steamy Book Event in September. I'll be there, bringing along Beauty and The Villain (think of my reader-insert shorts) and Halloween Delights (same ;) )
But also a paperback copy of THE CHANCE TO MAKE A CHANGE
If you always wanted to have it but aren't in the Netherlands (and you're looking for more books from abroad) or can't attend... keep an eye out for the pre-orders.
I don't know exactly how book it and send works, but I have been informed they ship worldwide. Have someone do the shopping for you and have the books sent (signed?) to your home 🥳
WE NEED MORE ALBERT SHAW X FEM READER FICS ‼️ ethan hawke just hits diff
YES! See my Grabber x Reader fic Masterlist below this text (: I have attributed a few to the fandom by popular demand. And there's a Reader having her Period Request Fill coming up right after Halloween. So keep an eye on my Tumblr if this takes your fancy. There are more prompts pending.
I also write for other Ethan characters. I have quite a few fills for Moon Knight's Arthur Harrow, and my very first Ernst Toller fill for the Halloween prompts is online. Send me more, I would love it.
MASTERLIST BLACK PHONE
The Black Phone (2022)
Albert Shaw / The Grabber:
Stories:
*~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as odler man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc)
*~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman).
*~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of ‘the gift’).
*~* TEARS - Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Kidnapped!Reader (Explicit, lots of warnings, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Non-con elements). Reader hasn't succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome yet.
*~* HALLOWEEN DECORATION – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Explicit) Reader is Albert's coworker.
*~* TRICK OR TREAT – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Teen, No Warnings except perhaps dark undertones? But overall quite innocent). Reader rings Albert's doorbell to trick-or-treat.
Drabble:
*~* Grabber Finds a Plushie, Yellow Bunny in your backpack, NC-17 due to themes.
*~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping)
* ~* You’re kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning.
*~* You’re kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ]
*~* You’re his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen.
*~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature.
Imagine:
*~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party
Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker
Drabbles:
The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.
Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.
Little Bunny (A Black Phone Drabble) - Grabber x (F) Reader
Drabble fill for the Anon who so kindly donated to me.
Anon Wrote: My prompt will be a girl gets nabbed by the grabber, & when he goes through her backpack, he finds she carries around a yellow comfort plush bunny (mocks and coos at her for it?) srry if thats weird lmao
AN: Thank you for your donation. With your money I am already on my halfway goal of buying a new pair of glasses :D Which I really need, so thank you loads. You have no idea how much this means to me <3
Rating: NC-17 Due to themes, smut-related words and references.
Little Bunny – Grabber x Reader
When you opened your eyes it was to the hunched form of a man. His lean, slender frame was bent over something, his back to you. You could faintly see the traces of his shoulder-length hair. Like Gollum hunched over his most coveted treasure.
Your vision was blurry, so you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Something sturdy was beneath you, not as soft as it should have been but no stones either. The room around you was dark and murky. There was a dull pounding in your skull and your lungs ached as if you’d inhaled too much smoke. Vague flashes of memories suddenly hit you. Of a man. A van. Black balloons. And you, polite and kind as ever, offering to help him.
Had your own kindness gotten you into this predicament? It did not seem fair.
Once your gaze slid back to the man, you noticed that he had turned around to look at you. But instead of meeting a human expression, you met the artificial smile of a pale devil with horns. No human face was visible. The man was wearing a mask to obscure his features from you, a sign that whatever he had in mind for you wasn’t going to be something good.
Devilish intentions, you thought, while a shudder of fear ran down your spine. A monster. Not a man.
“Ah, so you are awake,” his low voice groused. But there was a certain playfulness to it. As if he was somehow twisting his voice into a caricature version of his own. He was toying with you. You brought your hand up to your chest at the realization, breathing rapidly while you tried to remain calm.
“Where am I?” You asked the first question that came to mind. Your sight was still returning to you, but you’d quickly noticed your surroundings. The same plain walls stared at you, all around. The only piece of furniture, if it could be described as such, was the mattress you woke up on.
“What are you doing with my bag?” you asked, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the blotted mattress. You noticed something sticky beneath your hands and glanced down shortly to see the many spots that must have been created by fluids. But what kind, you didn’t wish to give a thought.
You quickly looked up at your captor again. He was squatted next to your bag. The horrendous mask was directed at you, his eyes glinted behind it.
“Where am I?” you asked once more, as he still had not replied yet.
But it was as if your words were absorbed. You frowned slightly, aware that something wasn’t quite right – other than being abducted. Still, the man did not reply. Instead, he seemed to let out a heavy sigh - judging by the way his shoulders rose and then slumped again. And then he finally turned his head away from you to bring his focus back onto the contents of your bag.
You watched how the man removed a pen from the bag and seemed to study it. The mask tilted to the side while his finger stroked sensually past the plastic pen. Then, his hand up until his wrist disappeared into your bag again. A low breath could be heard, muffled behind the mask’s lips. Was he excited? A shudder, then his hand slowly emerged from your bag again. You half expected to see the pen again, but he had taken out your phone instead.
He studied it with a quiet curiosity. And you watched him with the same silent morbid curiosity. His thumb stroked past the edge until it pressed the power button. Your screen flashed to life shortly before it was silenced and darkness consumed the screen. The man was studying your things, you realized, as he tossed the phone back in and pulled out the next of your belongings.
His hands stroked with reverence past each item that he took out. He rattled your keys gently, then revealed a few items you always carried with you, then your wallet. There was an erotic kind of curiosity to the way he studied each little thing. You thought he had touched everything inside.
Everything, except one thing.
“Now, what do we have here?” The man’s voice made your breath hitch in your throat. It was low, ungodly so. You felt how a spark of longing shot deep into your core. Slick gathered between your folds and you quickly pressed your knees together, forcing your legs to rub against each other in an attempt to ignore what his voice was doing to you.
How could you get this aroused from sound alone? Once again, it wasn’t fair.
You shyly glimpsed away, afraid that he would notice your reaction or see the blush that must be on your cheeks. Apparently, it did not work, for the man had turned towards you fully now and took a deep breath. You heard it. Heard the inhale, heard the slight rasp to it. Then a low chuckle.
“Isn’t that cute?” the man continued, and you would have tried to avoid looking his way if it hadn’t been for the plush bunny he held in his hands. Reverently, as with all of your belongings, he held it, carried it almost on his palms. A yellow plush bunny that gave you comfort when times were harsh – and they had been lately.
If your cheeks hadn’t been red before, they certainly flushed now. Ashamed, you stared at him and bit your lip, biting down any comments you might have wanted to make.
“Why would a big girl like you have a need for a thing like this?” And it was a good question he asked, one that you often had asked yourself during your weaker moments. But then you always reminded yourself of the comfort it brought you. Was owning a plush animal such a bad thing for an adult? Did it make you weak or foolish?
If anything, you thought daring to carry your bunny around with you had always made you stronger.
Then his voice broke you out of your thoughts. Any leering comments you had expected were swapped aside for something far more sinister.
“Is it that you want to have something to cuddle with?” he hummed, the tone’s implication clear. “Or someone?”
A shiver ran down your spine as you realized what he must be hinting at, and you carefully scooted farther away from the stranger and as far back onto the dingy mattress as you could, until your back hit the hard wall. Eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief, you held up an arm in front of you as if to stop him from getting any closer.
“Ah, suddenly getting shy?” the man cooed before you could even utter a word in your defense. You watched as he moved his arms to his sides. Your plush bunny was pressed against his hip, flattened with its soft face against the hardness of his hipbone, its ears tapped against the cold metal of the man’s belt.
And you winced. Your poor bunny.
“Please, sir,” finally you found your voice and the opportunity to get a word in between the man’s rambling. “It’s mine, my comfort bunny. Could you give it back?”
The mask tilted but there was no mistaking. His eyes were directed at your outstretched hand, your arm still in front of you, muscles slightly trembling. And something started to smolder in them. Some kind of perverted dark pleasure was visible in his eyes.
“That’s all right,” the man’s voice was low and leering. For a moment you expected him to hand back your plush toy. But then you saw him raise the bunny to his mask and heard the rough rasp of his voice. “You won’t be needing this any longer. If it is comfort you seek, then it is comfort I shall give you.”
And against all of your expectations, down the bunny went, onto the dirt-covered stone floor. Without thinking you dove forward to catch it, ending up in front of the man’s feet on the floor.
Your hand came to rest upon the plush fur of your most beloved toy, when suddenly a shoe was upon it, crushing the back of your hand under the rubber soles of a sturdy shoe. You lay vulnerably in front of the man, completely at his mercy. A pained groan escaped you through gritted teeth, and you looked up to meet the devilish silhouette that towered above you.
Your kidnapper seemed nothing more but a shadow, the mask’s features hidden in the darkness of the room. But his eyes, oh! They glinted like embers in the night. A pure evil shone within them; the promise of a devil.
“I think,” the low murmured words fell silent on the basement’s tiles and he added a little more weight onto your hand, just enough that the pain became unbearable, but not enough to crack bones. “You and I are going to get real comfortable around each other, sweetheart.”
Then, his foot lifted from your hand, making you gasp in relief. Your other hand cradled your hurt one, bringing it close to your chest, your bunny as well – no way you were going to let go of it now.
Your kidnapper looked down at you, hands on his hips, and huffed. “Oh yes,” his voice lowered another notch until the low vibrations sent tingles of pleasure down your sopping cunt. Despite being scared, you felt the thrill of being in this man's hands. Especially when his low murmur brought another promise:
Fandom: Black Phone 2022
Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader
Rating: Mature (with explicit follow ups)
Warnings: Kidnapping, scolding, Amnesia!Reader, Headache!Reader, Head injury. Implied age gap/ older man/younger woman.
->
A warmth surrounded you, comfortable and strong. Muscles, you thought. Someone holding you. And the scent of muskiness, of someone’s essence you were being drenched in. Enveloped. Surrounded. It brought you back to the waking world. A dull pain was in the back of your skull and throbbed behind your eyes.
The first thing you woke up to was the greyness of shapes in the dark, and a gruff voice hissing at you. “I should gut you for making me carry you all the way. Do my back in carrying you.”
You blinked, opening your eyes fully to find a concrete wall in front of you. A shimmering shade in front of it, like a black silhouette that swayed until your eyes managed to focus and you found yourself frowning at the shape of a man.
A man with a mask on.
“But no, here you are. All luxurious,” his voice was high-pitched, twisted. Then became dangerously low again. “Well, I hope you’ll be grateful, girl.”
What was he moping about, you wondered? You blinked again and tried to ignore the sharp pian in your skull. Your hand flew up to press against the sore spot on your head in an attempt to alleviate the pain. Your mouth was dry, lips parched and tongue lolling. You had trouble finding your words. And yes, it felt like you lost them. Like they had been scattered all over the grimy basement floor.
What was happening?
The man waited patiently, observing you from his spot opposite you. His arms were folded in front of his chest. The mask betrayed no emotions that lay underneath. Not that you could have read them anyway, not with the state of mind you were in.
When you finally looked up at him it was with innocent questioning eyes. The look within them caught the man by surprised. His breath hitched in his throat, his chest remained raised while his arms unfolded. He had seen something in them he could not quite place, something so innocent it surprised him. Not the anger he expected. Not the accusations he had anticipated.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” you started, stuttering and stammering as you tried to get your tongue to move the right way to form words. “You must excuse me, I am being awfully impolite.”
The man’s rapid breathing had stopped. Instead, eyes covered by shadows stared deeply into yours while you tried to scramble for words. “I am afraid I forgot my manners,” you let out a small laugh, but instantly winced as the movement and sound pained both your skull as well as your ears. Dang, what had happened to you? Had you hit your head or something?
You saw the mattress on which he had placed you but didn’t register the fact that there was no bed underneath nor that it was covered in grime. Your head hurt too much to give it any thought, so you lay down without questioning. “I am so sorry,” you whispered, then hummed, “tired.”
Behind the mask, the man’s eyes widened. “You’re going to lay down?” he asked, and was that worry you heard seep through in his voice?
You wanted to nod, but the movement hurt. And so you kept to a low hum while you flung an arm to cover your eyes. It dulled the pain inside your skull. When the man remained quiet, you decided he needed more of an answer, and gathered the strength to speak again.
“I’m tired,” you said, voice a whisper.
Finally, the man moved away from his spot on the opposite wall and crouched down next to the mattress. He reached out a hand, calloused fingertips gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. A caressing gesture, almost.
He cocked his head, the mask looking at you sideways. “You’re an odd little thing, aren’t you?” he said, voice low and twisted. Sickening, you thought. But then again, your stomach twirled with sickness. You were afraid you were about to throw up. Unless you were to lie down. Yes. Lying down felt nice. You let out a slow and pleased growl, shoulder slumping again. But the man’s hand was still upon your cheek and you allowed it. You allowed the man to touch your face.
His hand became bolder. Fingers traced your skin and then knuckles slid down your chin, until his entire palm engulfed your cheek, hot and heavy. A thumb was pushed in between your lips, at the corner of your mouth, and you instinctively suckled on it. It alleviated the pain somewhat and made the man let out a husky moan. You thought he sounded surprised, but weren’t quite certain.
“Look at you,” the man murmured, voice low and hoarse, as if his throat was as dry as yours. His thumb moved up and down between your lips while you suckled without a thought. Your lips moved automatically, as did your tongue, swirling past his salty skin.
“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you.” A low groan followed his words, and you vaguely became aware of how his other hand had moved between his legs to fondle the growing bulge in his pants. But it was hard to open your eyes and look at him.
“Such a needy little girl,” his voice rasped. And then, all of a sudden, his thumb popped from your lips and his hand scooped behind your back. You were roughly placed into a sitting position and winced at the hurt you felt in your head. You were tired, too tired for this. With difficulty, you managed to open your eyes and sought his in the dark, behind the mask. You waited patiently while he studied you, his hand firm upon your neck to keep you sitting up.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
You blinked at him, groggily, then replied obediently. “Of course you already know that,” you added, making him tilt his head curiously again.
“Why would you say that?” his low voice rasped. Like a demon’s, you thought, but your head hurt too much to register what it could mean.
“Well, you brought me to my room, didn’t you, sir?” you said, frowning when you realized that you didn’t know the man’s name. Huh, that was odd. It must have slipped your mind. You had such a headache, after all.
“Sir?” the man asked.
“Sir,” you confirmed, frowning. “I er-“ you wanted to apologize for forgetting his name. Surely he must be someone you knew, or he wouldn’t be there. But hearing his voice didn’t ring any bells. And well, you didn’t really see his face with the way your vision was swimming in front of you. Whatever shape you saw was distorted, like he was wearing a wide grin and devil’s horns on top. But surely, that must be your mind playing tricks.
“Do you know who I am?” he then asked the question you had dreaded to hear, and involuntarily, you felt tears spring to your eyes. You tried to shake your head but flinched at the pain.
“Sorry,” you sniffed, wanting to lay down, but his hand on your neck kept you up straight and prevented you from lying down on the mattress again. “I-I can’t- I can’t remember.”
“Can’t remember what, sweetie?” the man cooed, but there was an odd lull to his voice. Like he was teasing you rather than being genuine when he spoke. “Can’t remember who I am?”
“Can’t remember your name,” you sputtered. Your hands reached up for his, trying to pry his fingers from your neck but to no avail. He was much too strong. “Please, I need to lie down. It hurts,” you muttered, tears streaming from your eyes.
The man studied you in silence, then tilted his head again and let out a sigh.
“No can’t do, sweetheart. Look me in the eyes,” he said, you felt how the hand holding your neck slipped free, but his hold on you did not diminish. Instead, his arm circled around you, holding you up. His other hand came to rest upon your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. You tried to fulfill his request, eyes searching for his in the darkness.
“Do you remember how you got here?” he asked.
“How I got here?” you murmured, eyes turning wide in surprise. What did it matter, you thought annoyed. Not even realizing that you didn’t. You didn’t recall anything and you didn’t feel like trying to at this point because thinking only hurts your head. So the words that came out also flowed without a thought.
Your innocent eyes glistened in the weak light that managed to reach into the basement, giving them an unearthly shine. The tears made it seem as if silver was sparkling within them. “Aren’t you here to protect me?”
A whimper fell from your lips while the man in whose embrace you were stiffened. You heard the slow huff from behind the mask, and noticed how he gently made you lie down on the mattress before he retracted his hands from you.
“You go and get some sleep now, angel,” he whispered, voice not as low as before but still as rough. Odd, you thought. He did not sound familiar. But he must be, right? Why else would you be here?
“You go to sleep and I’ll come to bring you something nice to drink soon.”
And so you closed your eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
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(Mention of past Reader x Grabber)
Summary: Reader is dressing up nicely to match her boyfriend, Joker. He approves, they get a bit of intercourse going on, and J swears to take revenge on the ex who treated Reader badly.
Fandom(s): Joker/Marvel & Black Phone (2022)
Pairings: Joker x Reader (Mention of past Reader x Grabber)
Rated: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content. Reader Curses. Reader got the hots for J, mention of past relationship/bad treatment(kidnapping)/reference to the insomnia fic with the Grabber)/Implied Reader being badass/ Implied Grabber is Murderer and J is unaware.
The hum of machinery filled the air, a constant background noise in the modern factory where you stood. Everything around you gleamed with cleanliness, not a speck of dust to be found. You felt both out of place and perfectly at home as you began to slip into your new costume.
It was colorful, designed to be both provocative and playful. The tight corset hugged your curves, its vibrant hues of red, green, and yellow contrasting sharply with the white lace that adorned it. Skintight thigh-high stockings followed, patterned with bright diamonds, each one shimmering as you moved. Over these, you donned a short, flouncy skirt that barely covered your hips, teasing glimpses of bare skin just above the provocative leggings beneath.
"I just want to look good for him," you murmured, examining your reflection in the polished metal surface nearby. The revealing cut of the costume, combined with the playful clownish design, felt both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
As if summoned by your words, the Joker appeared in the doorway, his green eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. You froze, heart pounding in your chest, as he drawled, "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
Your lips curled into a smile, warmth spreading through you at his approval. He sauntered over, green hair catching the light overhead, the red of his suit a stark reminder of the danger that lurked beneath his seemingly playful demeanor.
"Really?" you breathed, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail of your new attire.
"Absolutely," he purred, closing the distance between you. His hands found your waist, fingertips dancing along the exposed skin just below the hem of the costume. You shivered at his touch, aching for more.
"So I did good?" you asked, seeking further validation from the man who had become your entire world. “We match now?”
His laughter bubbled up, sudden and unexpected, but you knew it wasn't genuine amusement – it was his unique way of expressing emotion, part of the Pseudobulbar affect he suffered from.
"Darlin', we already match in so many ways,” the last few words came out as a hoarse rasp, his voice dark and seductive. "But I like this. You fit right in my twisted little world."
You sighed in relief, a thrilling shiver running down your spine as his hands traced the lines of your costume, fingers lingering on the lace and satin. You hardly noticed how he started to undo the laces of your corset, loosening it up.
"Thank you," you whispered, words barely audible over the roar of the machinery around you. But he heard, somehow, and grinned that wicked grin of his, green eyes alight with fire.
"Anything for you, my love," he said, his voice low and seductive. His hands slid up your body, slipping beneath the fabric to cup your breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned with an intensity you'd never known before.
You met his gaze, emerald eyes full of desire and madness. The moment hung heavy in the air, a smoldering ember threatening to ignite a raging inferno. Your heart thundered in your chest, your breath hitched as you looked up into Joker's piercing green eyes, full of desire and madness.
His hands lingered on your skin, the corset loose enough that it slid down to your hips. But he kept his hand still, cupping your breasts, thumbs upon your nipples. An agonizing pose.
Because you wanted more.
"Mister J," you purred, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "I want you. Now."
His eyes widened for a split second before clouding with lust. "My pleasure, dear," he growled, his voice husky and low.
In an instant, he had you pressed up against the cold, metal wall of the factory, roughly palming your breasts until he drew a moan from your lips. You threw your head back, basking in the bliss of his touch while his nipples finally stroked and pinched past your skin. Your nipples tweaked and desire spread like a hot liquid inside your abdomen.
Joker’s lips curled like a grin against your skin, smearing red paint past the sensitive skin of your neck, covering your pulse in dabs of fake blood.
You felt his hands tugging at the remnants of your clothes. The sound of fabric rustling filled your ears, mingling with the distant hum of machinery and barely registered the chill against your exposed skin because he distracted you, his lips moving up your neck and cheek until they found yours. The kiss hard and demanding.
"More," you panted, consumed by the flames of your desire. Joker obliged, his hands exploring every inch of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He flipped your skirt, pulling your panties aside with an audible tear. You knew they had not survived the action, the lace ripped apart.
Oh well, you’d buy new ones. His fingers dipping into your awaiting wet cunt was more than enough to make up for the loss of your underwear. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his red coat while you gasped, begging him for more and ‘right there’, spurring him on. His fingers dug into your flesh, claiming you as his own.
"Mine," he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine because he sounded so possessive. You nodded, wordlessly urging him on, your fingers already doing a little dance between your bodies to uncover him from his confinement. His flesh pulsed hot and heavy underneath your fingers, the skin flushed and head an angry purple, dripping at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.
He was ready.
You tried to lean forward to take him into your mouth, but a lean hand stopped you by pressing against your bare chest, fingertips brushing deliberately past your nipples once again. You looked up at him, giving him a questioning look, only to meet his smoldering stare.
Wordlessly, he pushed you back up against the metal of the machinery – the metal no longer cold. He hitched your legs around his waist, pressing himself against you. Your world narrowed to the sensation of his cock as it slowly stretched your walls, him filling you – a perfect fit that left you gasping for air.
"Fuck," you cried out, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him. You could feel the grin against your neck, felt his hips snap a little harder against your own.
He set a punishing pace, driving into you with a ferocity that made your vision blur. So deep, so good. You could hardly remember ever having been plowed this good before, feeling his cockhead deep inside, the strokes of throbbing flesh stretching your narrow walls and sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.
All that existed was the two of you, locked together in a dance of passion and primal need.
"J.. please..." you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you. He responded with a feral grin, his thrusts increasing in intensity until you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.
You were seeing stars, the feeling inside of you building up to something strong and eruptive. An orgasm waiting to happen, a really good one. You bit your lip but a moan still managed to escape, licking your suddenly dry lips afterwards while your hips tried to meet his. Your pussy pulsed around his hard cock while you fisted the fabric of his coat, hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I’m gonna come,” you managed to bring out, pussy pulsing wild around his cock, already in the process of milking him dry.
The only thing you were aware of was how his cock hit you deep inside. Each thrust another reminder of how everything felt so fucking good. You would orgasm soon.
As you crashed over the edge, you felt him follow, his own release claiming him with the same ferocity that had claimed you. Your body shook, little tremors racked through it as you came down from your bliss, hearing Joker’s laughter in your ear.
In the aftermath, you clung to each other, breathing heavily. Joker cradled your face in his hands, then pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
The cool air of the factory caressed your sweat-slicked skin as Joker slowed his movements, still buried deep inside you. You felt the tender brush of his lips against your forehead, a surprising contrast to the heated passion that had consumed you moments before.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, concern etching lines across his painted face.
"Better than okay," you murmured, running a hand through his now disheveled green hair. "That was... incredible."
He grinned at you, a genuine, warm smile that seemed almost out of place on the face of Gotham's most feared villain.
He helped you to your feet, steadying you as your legs threatened to buckle beneath you. His hands were gentle as he smoothed your skirt until it hid your core once more. He was taking his time to make sure you looked presentable, fastening buttons, helping you with the laces of your corset, and straightening seams until you looked presentable once more.
"Perfect," he declared, admiring his handiwork.
You smiled back at him, grateful for the care he had shown you in the aftermath of your intimate encounter. Joker may have been a monster to some, but to you, he was everything.
"Knowing I have just been inside of you is the icing on the cake," he grinned, his jealous streak showing through by his words and the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Let others gawk at you and know that I am the only one who can ever have you.”
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, his chest heaving as the remnants of your passionate encounter still lingered in the air. His eyes, usually so full of mischief and malice, were now clouded with jealousy.
"Mine," he said through gritted teeth as a memory rose to the front of both his mind as well as yours. “I’ll forever protect you from the likes of him,” and he didn’t need to say the man’s name for you to know who he meant. Your ex. Albert Shaw. The magician's name left a bitter taste in his mouth so he opted to never say it. "That cheap knockoff clown who dared to call himself your boyfriend."
You shuddered at the mention of your ex, Denver's Grabber. You hadn’t known it at the time when you had started dating him. But you found out when he had thrown you in his basement after you tried to break up with him.
A sadistic monster who preyed on innocence. But that was something Joker didn't need to know about – not yet, anyway. Or he would question how you escaped him.
And you were not ready to talk about that yet.
"I'll make him pay for what he did to you, love,” Joker’s words were harsh, his expression even harsher. “No one hurts my girl."
"Hey," you said softly, lifting your hand to gently stroke Joker's cheek. "At least you put me to bed with a bedtime story and don’t fuck me to sleep,” like that bastard had done.
The corners of Joker's painted lips twitched into a menacing grin, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "You're right, doll," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. "You're mine now, free from that sorry excuse for a man. And I always protect what’s mine… fiercely. "
"Only yours," you agreed, feeling a thrill course through your veins at the possessive tone in his voice.
"Damn right," Joker murmured, his green eyes seeking yours. You felt you could get lost in their green depths, swirling around for all eternity in a sea of deep emotions.
“I love you, J,” the words came out as easily as breathing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling when he dipped his head forward, making it easier for you to capture his lips with your own.
The kiss was sweet and full of promise. You had found the love of your life; he stood right here, willing to take you along on this journey through life.
Together, you would face whatever darkness lay ahead, side by side and heart to heart.
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It is over It is done Epilogue of The Chance To Make A Change is Online.
It was quite the journey and I thank you for having been there with me all the way.
A new multi-chapter crossover between Moon Knight and the Black Phone will be up soon. But in the meantime, if you're into Dark Romance/older man/younger woman/ Villain x Reader and slasher tales, I am working on a multi-chapter fic called "Explore" featuring the Reader stumbling upon William Afton after the events of the Five Nights At Freddy's movie, which might seem similar in themes and tropes to this one.
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