Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - The Storm Before the Calm

[SMUT WARNING! DARK!JOE, SLIGHT BLOODPLAY!]

They never expect it. The tearing of skin and the ripping of muscle, the crushing of bones and the ravaging of skeletons that never make it beneath the ground but scattered across it like dust. They never suspect Sir. Smiles-A-Lot, and so Sir. Smiles-A-Lot he became.

Bloody hands slap lightly against dress pants, spatters of residue left behind as he gazes at you with those beautiful eyes. Ashamed that you'd fallen for them, let yourself be tricked by the tranquility you'd hoped was all for you... and now you realise you couldn't have been any more wrong. He's not calm, never is, just a whirlpool of disdain that you can never hope to keep up with.

"Please, don't..." you whisper as he approaches you, flinching at the feeling of blood-soaked palms resting on your cheeks. He's grinning, widely, and all the time his eyes are focused on you with such intensity that you feel weak in the knees. You're flinching before you can stop it, his thumbs curling purposefully beneath your cheek bones and tilting your face up to look up at him.

"Are you scared?" Joe asks quietly, beaming sobering into a quirky smile. He isn't sure what to make of your trembling form, just that he rather enjoys being perceived as such an imposing figure. Fingers dig in more, eyes locking on to the way your muscles twitch as you wince beneath his touch before he leans in and touches his lips lightly to yours. "...wanna run?"

'Yes, yes I do. Far away. Let me go...' The words don't come out, don't even leave your head in the form of a brave exhalation, just die in your mind as he presses a more firm kiss to your lips whilst blood begins to harden on your skin. Lips divert, trail down your neck and you yelp and lean away from him as he bites hard enough to draw blood.

"Mm... I've always had a thing for the loud ones. Gets me goin', y'know?"

Too stunned to speak, you can only stand there paralysed as the murderous man smears blood from the wound with his tongue across your neck before lapping it up with the greatest dedication you've ever witnessed. You're horrified to realise that you like it.

"Oh, [Y/N]..." he moans in a lustful tone, hands sliding down your hips as he presses his mouth firmer against your skin and suckles until he's left a mark that satisfies him. "...you taste so good."

Fear prickles your senses raw, vulnerable... but there's something undeniably heated in the way his voice caresses your ears and, as his hands splay across your ass and push you into him, you release a moan that you instantly regret. Joe pulls back, looks you over with a piqued brow before he leans in and kisses you hard once more, only releasing you when your lips are bruised courtesy of his roughness. A strong hand moves to clasp over your throat, breaths stuttering as he presses you against the wall and grows cold.

"...I should kill you. You've seen too much." The shake of your head has his chuckling under his breath, malevolently kind as he trails a finger directly over your throat... before slipping his hand between your legs and shunting you back against the wall as his mouth brushes the shell of your ear. "...but I can't. I need you– want you, so bad..."

"J-Joe–"

"My name sounds so good comin' from you... the fuck would I do if I couldn't hear it again?"

You hate to admit that he's making you wet - and not modestly either, entrance soaking as he shoves your pants and underwear down your thighs and rubs his fingers deliciously slowly as he pulls back to survey your face. The fear is still there... but it is overriden by the arch of your blow, the flush of your cheeks, the picturesque pleasure that aligns your face like stars do a night sky.