The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Spice It Up

You like to keep things sexy and interesting for Mister J. He loves to be spoiled and thinks he's entitled to it. Is he?...

J is not a morning person. He hates it when you schedule early business meetings. He hates that you have so much energy from the second you wake up. He hates it that he wants to stay upset with you for the rest of the day and he can't. He hates everything. A real ray of sunshine...

You hear his steps dragging on the marble floor. You are cooking breakfast wearing nothing but your pink t-shirt and black boy shorts. You turn around and there he is in all his morning glory, fresh out of the shower: one eye closed, the other half open, just enough to see where he's going, black sweatpants really low on his hips, he didn't even bother to pull them up (which you don't mind), messy green hair and pouty lips. If you actually look in the dictionary to see the definition of "shitty morning", you will find his picture there.

"Morning, Puddin," you smile, turning back to your skillet, waiting for it to get hot so you can start cooking the eggs and bacon.

You hear a mumble that kind of sounded like a greeting.

"I'm making your favorite," you giggle, turning around just to see him seated on his chair, arms crossed on his chest, eyes closed now. You pour some coffee in a mug and take it to him.

"Here, baby, coffee."

"I don't want that. I want a mocha," he replies with raspy, low voice, without even looking at you, kind of dozing off.

You take deep breath, keeping your cool. Thanks for telling me in advance.

You start making his mocca and in the meantime get on with the cooking too. Mister J really needs to wake up so you just insert your iphone in the speaker system and say:

"Play Zara Larson: Bad boys." The song starts. "Lauder. Lauder," you command.

The surround sound really kicks in and the base makes everything shake a little bit. He grunts, unhappy, until he opens his eyes and notices you shake your hips in front of the stove in your tiny little boy shorts.

"Hmmm," he stretches a bit, finally standing up straight in his chair. He knew you would do this and was waiting for it. You always put up little shows for him when he has to wake up early. You start dancing more, shaking your booty to the rhythm and sing a bit, facing him.

"I said there's something 'bout the bad boys
That makes the good girls
Fall in Love"

He snickers: "Since when you're a good girl, Princess?" Oh, wow, is that a...smile?! The end of the world is coming, brace yourselves.

You just move your lips to soundlessly utter: "RUUUDE."

Taking a quick glance to make sure nothing is burning; you drop to the ground and seductively crawl to his chair, still maintaining the rhythm of the song. You get on your knees between his legs and plant a kiss on his abdomen, right on his smiley tattoo and also steal a quick kiss when he looks down to see what you're doing. J tries to grab you but you back out very fast, sliding your tush on the marble.