He was bored, sitting at his chair. So you went and helped entertain him
(Look at himm, do ya see the vision?)
He loves it so much. Seeing you under him. Even if you were the one in control.
His usually chatty mouth now only let out gibberish and whimpers.
He is trying his hardest to hold back from moaning out loud. But whenever your eyes met his, he couldn't help himself. You could feel his cock throb right after too.
You were so good with your mouth. Teasing, licking just his tip then taking his full length. Your other hand coming up to caress his chest.
The sloppy sound and the way your moans sent a buzzing sensation through his cock made his whole being shiver.
He arched his back, moved a bit around in his chair when he felt too overstimulated.
His shaky hand slowly grabbed your head, making you suck him faster. As he felt close, he began to hump into your mouth at the same time.
Gently throwing his head back, he chocked up a moan. Only stopping to move completely after a few more humps later.
He was too out of it to hear you take a gulp, then to let go of him.
He took his time, breathing in and out. You slowly climbed up to his level hugging him. Coming back to reality, he quickly snuggled into your hold, giggling.
He'll make sure that next time you'll be the one who'll get turned into a whimpering mess
Imagine confessing to Joker that, sometimes, you do feel a bit crazy. He'd been wheedling it out of you for hours now, continuously and obviously guiding you to the idea that there had to be something special about you to catch his eye. Something about you that stuck out like a sore thumb, and not just to him. Something innate about you that drew him toward you.
“There has to be something, my dear,” Joker had said. “I don't exactly attract the most normal company.”
You tried noncommittal answers at first. Really, the only person who'd know why he'd fallen for you (so he claimed) would be him. And hadn't he claimed to know everything about you already? God only knew how he'd gotten your information, but it didn't surprise you considering the man holding you captive. Even still, The Joker kept pestering you for your thoughts. Your mind was just so fascinating to him.
So, you relented, even if just to appease him. You watched his grin widen, and the smile reached his eyes as they crinkled in delight. The clown hanging onto every word.
Sometimes, you did feel crazy. Like the world didn't really make sense. Everyone else had a set of instructions on how to navigate the world that you never got. How did everybody else know how to start a conversation without a shock of anxiety washing over them? How did others have the ability to get up out of bed when you couldn't find the strength to? How did anybody find consistent meaning and purpose in their lives.
Even when you tried to pretend to be like them, it fell apart so quickly. It was so hard to keep on top of things. So hard to stay organized and stable and motivated. And you were so aware of the act you were putting on. So was everybody else, you were sure of it. You were sure they could tell, as if they thought of you as something not quite human and just something pretending to be. Something to tolerate until it crawled back to where it came from, another failed attempt to infiltrate their ranks.
You didn't even know what made you stand out to The Joker of all people - especially for anything outside of a murder attempt. You purposefully tried not to stand out. It made it harder to detect how different you were so long as you kept your emotions and thoughts close to your chest. No chance for embarrassment if no one ever got close enough to embarrass you again.
Joker raised a hand to stop you, resting his hand on your shoulder. The green of his eyes held surprising softness before flashing with mischief.
“How about we give those fools something to really be scared of?” The Clown flashed a grin, raising a small contraption in his hands.
“What the Hell is that?” You blurted out.
The metal thing was the same size and shape of a small ball, painted an acidic green and electric purple. Wiring covered the thing, either wrapped around the outside or sprouting up like weeds from within. A small LED display screen was centered in the middle, left blank.
“A bomb,” Joker grinned. “I figured it'd be thematically appropriate.”
“Get that thing away from me!”
“Oh, come now, it's not even armed.”
As if to prove his point, Joker tossed the bomb aside, letting it roll across the floor. He paused for a ment, raising a hand to his chin in thought. Then, he seemed to light up, snapping his fingers.
“Oh, of course, you'd want to deal with ‘em up close and personal!” Then, with a flourish, Joker pulled a gun from seemingly out of nowhere. He threw his head back as a chorus of laughter erupted from within.
“Stop!” You spluttered, backing away. “I don't want to hurt anyone!”
Joker stayed put and simply blinked, brows furrowing. He tilted his head. “Why?”
“Because- because you can't just hurt people! It's wrong.”
“No, it's what they told you is wrong,” The Clown's hands balled into fists. “They force you to play by their rules, then punish you for losing at a game you're not designed to win. They wear you down to the bone and know you won't fight back, so they get to walk all over you."
“That's not true.”
“Don't lie to yourself, Darling. I'm saying this all to help you. I want to help you finally fight back. Everything you've gone through has all been leading to this moment.”
“I can't,” You held your ground. “I won't.”
The Clown stared you down. His eyes held an emotion you couldn't quote register. He wasn't frowning exactly, but he certainly wasn't smiling.
You nearly jumped when Joker suddenly crossed the room. The sound of his footsteps mirrored the thundering of your own heartbeat. It muffled all thoughts as electric panic ripped through your veins and left you petrified in place. Not like you could escape, anyway.
You tried to calm your breathing, but hot, panting breaths kept escaping you, chest rising and falling erratically. You could hardly keep yourself composed enough to look him in the eye. And when you did, somehow it was worse than expected. The expression on his face and look in his eyes wasn't one of murderous intent. Not one of rage. Hell, he didn't even look disappointed.
No. His expression was one of pity.
He swept you into an embrace. One arm curled around your back, hand still holding his pistol. You could feel the cold of the metal pressing against the small of your back. Another hand came up to push your head closer to his chest.
Joker lamented. “Oh, my poor little maniac. It's so sad to see what they've done to you. If only I had saved you sooner.”
You didn't respond, hoping the excuse of being smothered into his jacket would be enough for him to not demand a reply. You felt the slow rise of Joker's chest pressing against you, then sank back as he exhaled a sigh. A gloved hand petted at your head soothingly.
“You're just like Bats, you know,” he said. “These barriers you put up for yourselves are so small, but you give them so much power. And I just don't understand why.”
You paused, giving yourself time to think before mumbling into the fabric of his jacket, “Because it's the right thing to do.”
When you glanced up at him, the look of condescension on the Clown's face was nearly enough to forgo any ideas of self-preservation or pacifism. Nearly. The last thing you'd want to do is prove him right.
“They're never going to see you as normal, you know that, right?” He pressed. “You'll never really be one of them. Like a square peg trying to squeeze itself into a round hole. I don't see why you're so caught up in silly things like morality when it clearly hasn't helped you yet. It certainly doesn't seem like a concern for any of them.”
You didn't want to talk about this anymore. You didn't want to think anymore. You just wanted to find some cold comfort in the embrace of another.
A pair of lips pressed against the crown of your head. You flinched in his hold, burying yourself further into his grasp. Maybe you could just disappear.
“It's so sad to see you sabotage your own potential like this,” The Joker continued, voice taking on a lighter tone. “But it's okay. I'm here to take care of you. And I'll keep taking care of you until you can become who you were always meant to be. Because I love you, I really do.”
Yeah, right.
Still, you wished he made it harder to believe otherwise.
Im not sure if you take req for btas Joker x reader. But if you do. Can you make one w/ Joker x reader with green eyes and/or just dating hc's?its okay if not,Thanks.
🎪Joker X Reader (Hcs) 💥
Of course I can! I’ll write whatever you or anyone else wants :)). Sorry this took so long!
Reader has green eyes!
Becoming affiliated romantically with a man like the Joker is likely an intense and chaotic experience.. for the both of you surprisingly. He’s not one for emotional connection, and becoming emotionally attached to someone isn’t something he’s fond of. He likes unpredictability, and since you’re here to stay.. well..
His emotions fluctuate quickly, and at first dating your relationship would be built on very, VERY uncomfortable tension. He can be sincere at one moment, and the other go off to do something he’d find more stimulating. He finds romantic dates droll, and prefers nights out where the two of you try to create as much havoc as you can, even if you don’t really want to. If you perfer a more quiet, intimate time with him, he might Indulge you once every blue moon to his dismay.
He’d love having a green eyed partner, maybe he’d even have a preference to it! In a way, it’s like the two of you match, so he finds it hilarous… not at your expense of course !
He’s not on the best track record with relationships, but he does make an active effort for you at times. He’s very selfish and psychopathic, but at certain moments of the day he makes an attempt at checking in on you if he’s not caught up in a bat scandal. He could have it both ways if he wanted you to join him in his schemes or not. On one hand, because he finds himself attached, he’d rather shove you in some secluded hideout for your saftey. On the other hand, his more dominant hand, he’d love spending all of his time with you!
A very random headcanon, but hed likely make any birthday of yours the BIGGEST deal in the universe. He’s blowing up buildings in your honor, telling everyone that if they don’t wish you a lovely day they’ll have to say it from up above next year.
His jokes likely push boundaries and might be at your expense, though he never makes them to see you upset. He’s inept when it pertains to his partners feelings unless you actively communicate with him or he notices an unsubtle shift in behavior. He’s very suspectable to changes in his partner, and if you’re upset, HES upset.
Isn’t very affectionate through his words, unless he’s calling you a ‘silly Willy snookums bear” or whatever else he can make up at the top of his head. He prefers giving you gifts descreetly or giving you subtle gestures to secretly show he really cares.
He’s very dedicated in a relationship overall. If you agree to date him, then you’re with him eternally. He’s already had an idea for your wedding venue—Batman’s grave !
Can we get some more BTAS/TNBA getting overstimulated and topped? Reading that kind of stuff, a powerful figure weak beneath the reader, just tickles my brain in a pleasant way.
Yess samee :D glad u like it too. Sorry its short and took a while, hope its okay
Joker x dom!reader
Smut,male!reader
(But could be gn too)
You get him shivering underneath you. Gripping the sheets as he tries his best to hold back yet another moan. Getting lost in pleasure, arching his back. Trying to brush his body against yours. Just to feel another wave of excitement to go through his body.
The clown who's always in control, dominant and feared by many- is whimpering, begging beneath you. Blurting out gibberish at a certain point, repeating "fuck" and his mouth leaving the least manliest sounds. He doesn't want to admit it but he wants you to 'ruin' him. Embarrassed he might just say it if you ask nicely enough. He just loves you that much.
When you compliment him, telling him how well he's taking you, it gets him all smiley. He loves attention after all, and now he got yours all over him.
He cums again and again, but you don't stop there. Your hands going for his cock, teasing the tip before mercilessly stroking it, while at the same time repeatedly hitting his prostate over and over again. Tears began to form under his eyes from being overstimulated. His mind fuzzy. If you were to tell him to get up he'd probably fall to his knees, unable to stand from the amount of pleasure he feels between his legs. But you're in a nice mood and decide to take care of him yourself.
Your voice drives him insane. Whether it's demanding or soft. Just from eye contact he'll be blushing, his cock throbs as he looks over your body.
He's so loud at a point you need to shut him up. You grip into his hair, he lets out a gasp, pleasure going trough his body just from that, and pull him into a kiss. He wraps his arms around you, straching your back the moment he cums for the last time.
He pants and just stares at the ceiling with half lidden eyes. You lay next to him, caressing his hair. He leans into your touch, and slowly turns over to snuggle into you. His head rests on your chest. You pet and leave tiny kisses all over his face. He giggles and leans in even further into you, giving your neck a few kisses. He seems so human in moments like these. Just ain't he adorable?
He was moaning under you, cursing under his breath. He never knew having his anal destroyed would feel this good. He was horny this afternoon and asked for you to take him. And how could you deny him? Little did he know that you would be the one to top him. He was new to being with a boy and the idea excited him.
He was so wet from your cock. Your precum made it easier to move. His own cock brushing up and down under him, overstimulating him completely.
He felt so full already. And how warm he was inside, tight too. It made you insane in the best way possible.
You asked him many times "Are you okay? If it hurts or you wanna stop just say the word" but his answer always was something like "N-no! Don't stop please, its so good baby!" He manages to moan out.
He buried his head in a pillow from time to time, to try to quiet down his screams of pleasure.
He swears its you, you awaken something in him. And he doesn't wanna stop, not anytime soon.
He whimpers as he cums, moaning your name so sweetly. He pants heavily, trying to gain back his energy. You lean down to give his neck a few kisses. He giggles and with that comes back to reality.
You keep going, chasing after your own orgasm. You start going faster, he can feel you hitting just in the right spot. His legs begin to shake. You feel him up with your warm seed and he can't help but come right after. Its just all too much for him to take.
You pull out and watch as your cum flows down his legs. He is so tired he just looks back at you. And thats all you needed to know.
After you clean up and let him rest you get back in bed with him. He looks like he is ready to drift off. You pull him into your grasp and he snuggles close to you.
"You did good."
He smiles with his eyes closed, he mumbles into your chest. "You are so good to me" he puts his arms around you and after a few minutes he finally falls asleep.
Hmm looks like you are the only one who can make him like this.
I LOVE how you write the Riddler, really soft for a yandere. If you're willing, could you please from the alphabet do D, E and I for him? I'm starving,,, thank you.
Thank you, I'm so glad you like it! Soft yanderes are my favorite <3 hope you like these ^^
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D - Depraved: Does your yandere have a shrine? (If so, what's on it?)
I don't think Ed is really the type to have a dedicated shrine, though I do think he'd have keepsakes of yours around his work area or on his person. Pictures of you, writings or doodles you may have made that he was able to snatch up (maybe even saved out of the trash), pieces of clothing that he was able to cut or rip off… You know, normal stuff! Little things to sate him while he couldn't be with you.
I can also see him considering the crimes he committed in your names as a sort of ‘shrine to your love’.
E - Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?
Ed prefers sticking to plans when it comes to his crimes, but he can be prone to unpredictability when it comes to social interactions, typically. He can be prone to paranoia and reading into things. Inconsequential words or even a change in tone or expression could be suddenly seen as slights or insults against The Riddler, which can lead to explosions of anger and accusations of betrayal towards civilians, the authorities, Batman, or in the latter case, his hired help.
But with you, Riddler feels at ease. Any paranoia is soothed by your presence. With you, he feels so at ease. So right. His equal. His match. His soulmate! Any desperate need for validation is quelled by you. Even if you argue and fight with him, he'd know it's not anything you have against him - well, not really. It's not your fault you've been lied to! You'll understand that you and he were meant to be after he helps you unlearn all the horrible things the idiots of this city have force-fed you.
After all, if you weren't perfect for one another, why did he feel so safe and secure with you?
I - Intimacy: How intimate are they with their darling?
Ed is so touch-starved it's not even funny. He never wanted to be separated from you! Be prepared to be basically smothered in affection. Hugging, cuddling, nuzzling, smothering you in kisses - everything he's missed out on, he wants to finally make up for. All his time spent waiting for the perfect partner is finally worth it now that you're here! And as stated above, he won't get angry if you don't reciprocate. You're just confused, it's okay.
Any attempts at fighting him or cursing him out will just lead to him cooing to you condescendingly as he ties you up in restraints so you can calm down… Though, he may not be able to hold back from being affectionate before you're done with your time-out. He just adored you so much! You know, exposure therapy is a very effective treatment for aversions, and this would be the perfect opportunity to show how wrong all those fools in this cesspool of a city were.
could I request headcanons about a tnba joker x reader who's a detective?
Suree^^, sorry if its terrible my brain feels fried
Joker x detective!reader
Tnba ver, gn!reader
Your case involved him so you had no choice but to see him and ask questions.
The little chat took him 20 minutes to get to the point. Unknown to you he actually enjoyed the talk
He did his researches about you. Slowly getting obsessed with you. Oh how he longed to see you again
He stalks you on your way home. Leaving flowers and gifts on your doorstep.
The letter saying "from J ;]" and the way its worded, it doesn't take you long to put the pieces together to who its from.
When you meet him again he'll be flirting and complimenting you. Also mentioning things about you that you never told him. "Whats wrong detective? Am i making you nervous?" He giggles.
When you leave he'll be winking and waving through the glass.
Well as long as he's in arkham you'll be safe right? If he does escape the bat will get him before he can get you,, hopefully
Trying to get your mind off of it you take another case. Too bad you were working on it the same time he broke out
Outside in the dark, there you were observing the scene. That gets interrupted when you hear laughter coming from a dark alley.
"Oh darling how i waited to hold you in my arms." He emerges from the shadows walking towards you. You stumble backwards but your back hits the wall. He leans over you, squishing his body to yours.
You feel his arms around you, hugging you close. His head snuggling into you. He hums
Confused you try to move, but his grip is so strong. He only eases his hold to look at you. He was so close, for some reason you felt somewhat flustered. His dark eyes stared into yours. You quickly averted your gaze, looking down. But his hand came up to hold your chin, forcing you to look at him.
Before you could react he went in to kiss you. He closed his eyes moaning into the kiss while you stared ahead of yourself wide eyed. He caressed your hair.
Just when you got used to it he broke the kiss.
"Awh yer so cute my dear~" he pinches your cheek.
After this little scene he will most likely kidnap you. He cannot have the bat or the cops bothering the two of you after all.
He just wants you to admit it. That you love him too. In his mind yer already his,, you should think the same! And he will not let you go unless you confess.
"Oh my dear detective, im sure you could solve this one~"
