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jslittlebirdie · 2 years
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Take My Hands
Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader
Summary: You are tired, stressed and exhausted. But J gives you comfort by letting you hold his hands.
Word count: 1,213
Genre: fluffy comfort / self-insert
Warnings: none
Notes: I'm back with my way too soft characterization. But that's what I need right now. Because this is a self-insert and exactly what I would like to do with J. I'm longing for a break and a bit of softness. I hope this little fic brings some joy and comfort to others as well. Unedited.
Taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies
Another long and stressful day is slowly coming to an end. As Gotham City is slowly engulfed by the darkness of the night, you and J are sitting together on the sofa in your living room. Your back flat against his broad chest while he has both arms wrapped tightly around you, his leather clad hands resting in your lap. Your body shakes from exhaustion as you press a little closer to him to feel as much of him as possible. If you could, you would probably crawl under his skin so that he could envelop you completely and you would be safe from this cruel and overwhelming world. Only the warmth and safety of your beloved clown around you. Kind of ironic that you feel that way with him, considering who he is and how he acts when he isn't with you. But to you, he's so much more than just Gotham's most feared criminal. He's your love, your home. A small barely audible sob escapes your lips. And of course, J notices your attitude, he shushes you softly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and places a tender kiss on your temple. Something that immediately makes you melt. Oh, how much you love him.
You lazily turn your head and watch him for a while. His dark rimmed eyes are fixed on the TV and you see the corner of his mouth twitching upwards every now and then into a sly smirk as the reporter talks about his latest crimes. Normally, you would have asked him about his day and joyfully listened to everything he had to say. You love to listen to his wonderful gravelly voice, especially when he was full of excitement talking about his ideas. His giggles and cackles. The way he changes his voice when he makes fun of his henchmen. But you are tired. So tired…
You shift a little, your head resting against his shoulder, and bring your hands forward to meet his. You slowly and reverently trace the stitchings of his purple gloves. Even through the leather, you can feel the warmth radiating from him. In some places the material is already scuffed, dirt and stains of the day's work. But you find them incredibly pretty and if they weren't much too big, you would have stolen them long ago. Like his shirt. When you told him once, he replied that he will just hide them on a high shelf so that you can't reach them. That's how small you are. You can still hear him chuckling at his own joke.
You play with the hem of his gloves where leather stops and his wrists are exposed. Fingers move and you carefully tamper with the buckle that holds the garment in place. For a brief moment, your eyes meet as J notices what you're doing. You smile at him, heat rising in your cheeks, and he gives you one of his beautiful grins. He knows how much you love to do all this. Even if he doesn't quite understand what's so special about it. But somehow he likes it and he secretly basks in the tenderness you give him. A low hum of appreciation rumbles in his chest, so you continue, first freeing one hand and then the other.
And his hands are large. Especially compared to yours. Hands that are skillful and work with deadly precision. Hands that can destroy and take lives so easily. But also hands that are always gentle with you. You can feel the ghost of his touch on your body and you sigh softly. His touches make you feel safe, comfortable and loved. You trust him. Again, something that sounds incredibly ironic, but it's true. You know he's not going to hurt you. He decided against it a long time ago. Instead, he decided to stay with you and allow you to slowly sneak into his heart. Yes, that's exactly what you do. Every time you are together like this, you sneak a little more into his heart. To the point that every now and then he catches himself longing for you when he's out for his business. Not that he would ever admit that.
Your fingertips move over his veins that stand out so delicately until you reach the first knuckles of his fingers. His nails probably need to be clipped again soon, but there will be time for that later. You let out a breathy giggle and shake your head as you think of his reaction, how he would roll his eyes and groan dramatically. Then you turn his hands so that you can touch his palms and trace the fine lines. His skin is rough and calloused, but soft at the same time. Remnants of paint on his slender fingers, from when he put the makeup on his pretty face. If it were up to you, he wouldn't need to hide behind it. Scars or not. They are a part of him and you love all parts of him equally. To you, he's the most beautiful and handsome man, nothing can and will ever change that.
When you think you worshipped this part of his hands enough, you turn them over again. Here too, you see various small pale scars his past and job have left on his skin. Cuts, burns and even something that looks like an old gunshot wound. Your heart hurts... Sometimes it hurts so badly that you secretly wish he would cut it out and keep it. Of course, you are speaking only metaphorically. But your silly heart belongs to him and him alone. Your urge to love on him only gets stronger. You want to kiss each of his knuckles separately, every inch of his skin. So you decide to put your thoughts into action. You bring his right hand to your lips and kiss it. You pepper small, soft kisses on the entire back of his hand and pay extra attention to the marks. A cheesy thought pops into your head. - If I could, I would kiss away all his scars and bad memories. - A single tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away, hoping he didn't notice. You're sure he doesn't like knowing how many tears you're shedding over him. But you can't help it.
You hear J sigh. Again, beautiful dark and chocolate brown eyes look at you. And if you didn't know him so well, you would miss that something soft is swirling in them. But you do know him well enough and so you get to read all the little signs of his love language. Right now you understand him very clearly. He makes you feel so content, calm and happy that you only get sleepier and you yawn. Your eyes become heavier and heavier with each passing second.
"Aww, seems like someone needs to sleep, hm?" J chuckles with mock sympathy and wraps his arms around you again. "It's fine, toots. Just rest for me, okay?" - You're safe, I'm not going anywhere. - Another tender kiss on your temple. - I love you, Y/N.
Finally, you close your eyes and let your tiredness get the better of you. But not without intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze. You smile and whisper, "I love you too, J… Thank you."
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BATMAN (NOLANVERSE) FANFIC: PART 13 (JOKER x OC)
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It had been two weeks. Lottie stared at the cell wall in front of her. They had moved her to a different cell since the interrogation. This one was darker, and had nothing but a cold slab to sleep on, and a toilet in the corner. She couldn't understand why she was still there. 'Bruce cares about me. He definitely has to be trying to negotiate my freedom.' She thought. But something painful twinged inside her heart. 'What if he... isn't going to help me? What if he thinks I deserve this?'
The cell door suddenly shuttered a it was being unlocked. It swung open. A guard kicked a box of tampons inside and closed the door again, leaving. Lottie stared at the box, then burst into tears. "WHAT?! Suddenly you have the decency to give me tampons?" She scoffed, leaning back against the cold dark wall. "Like hell you care. I want my phone call!" She shouted. Nobody came. She repeated her request as more guards walked by. They kept walking, completely ignoring Lottie. She let out a petulant howl so loud it shook her to her very core and left her voice scratchy. Eventually she curled into a ball and drifted off to sleep, defeated. She dreamt about robbing one of Gotham's major banks, side by side with the Joker and Maya Gardner. Lottie smiled in her sleep. For a brief few hours of slumber, she forgot about the walls that blocked her from the outside world. Then she awoke, startled to consciousness by a loud explosive sound. The cell's door rattled violently. Then all was silent, save the sound of someone walking down the hall, humming softly. Lottie got up, scrambling to the barred door and squinting outside into the pitch black darkness. Whatever exploded must've blown the lights with it. Suddenly the humming grew louder and the sound of footsteps stopped, right in front of her cell.
"...Hello?" Lottie said, voice tired and weak. She felt a soft hand reach through the bars and wipe a tear from her cheek.
"I'll let you out. You owe me an apology, though." Maya's voice echoed. Electrical wires sizzled in the distance.
"Maya?" Lottie said, caught off guard.
"You sound so surprised. Were you expecting someone else?" Maya taunted. "Perhaps a mass-murdering clown?"
Lottie started sobbing again, eyes clouding with angry tears. "Why did he leave me at that party? Why didn't he come get me out of here? Surely he heard I was at the MCU!"
"He was being kept here too, Lottie. He knew very well where you are. He escaped his cell and left without you. Do you believe me now?" Maya said, her monotone voice lacking empathy. "I'm the only one who understands you, Lottie. I'm the only one who cares."
"Maya.... I'm sorry." Lottie said. The words felt wrong on her lips, but she forced them out anyway.
The door creaked open, and Maya pulled Lottie into a tight hug. "I love you, Lottie."
'But I don't want your love.' Lottie thought as she hugged her school friend back. Her eyes stung with tears. 'I want his love. And if I can't have it, I want his jealousy." She mentally noted. "I love you too, Maya. You're right." Lottie lied. "You're the only one for me."
Maya and Lottie headed out the back door of the MCU building. A car pulled up, and the backdoor swung open. Maya motioned for Lottie to follow her and slide into the backseat. Once they were inside the car, it sped off. Lottie recognized the drivers as a couple of the people she had deemed "losers" from Gotham University. She smiled wanly. Theres no telling what those morons would do for some cash. 'Maya must've paid them off.'
Maya pulled out a cigarette and started smoking, not bothering to open the car windows. Lottie watched her in silence. Maya was a good backup plan. She always had been. Now she had to decide how to use her to get the Joker's attention.
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ledgerserious8 · 4 months
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..My Masterlists..
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A Fact : Me as fan of heath ledger doesn't mean that i can't write for any another actor but most of this imagines is about him
My Wattpad..
Heath Ledger Imagines :
Break up with Him
Meeting your ex boyfriend
Roses from your lover
In the prison of the joker
Patrick want your heart
The joker fighting with batman
Heath survived because of you
Your boyfriend becomes playful
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Joaquin Phoenix Imagines :
Interview with him
Waking up your boyfriend
Your neighbor is arthur
Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) Imagines :
Trust Issues from Bruce
He's Your Home
He's fighting the joker for you
Your boyfriend is so sick
Smut Imagines (soon) :
Put A Love (Patrick Verona)
Birthday Gift (Bruce Wayne)
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Note : this post will keep getting updated or edited time by time in the future i will add a lot of characters and actors
Have 4 Nice Day..
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Strange - Joker X GN Reader
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Title: Strange
Joker X GN Reader
Additional Characters: N/A
Requested by Anon (Thank you for requesting! this was a cute one to write, I hope you like it!)
WC: 1,177
Warnings: Reader gets lonely, J doesn't like feelings but J likes you, knives mentioned, J trying to be threatening, possessive J, slight angst, and fluff
The night was young. The soft sounds of the city could be heard throughout the quietness of your room. You continued to flip through your magazine, shuffling deeper into your bed, head resting on your soft pillow as you read something about the top ten trending hot topics. Halfway through the article, you began to get antsy, shutting the magazine. You let out a tired sigh, tilting your head back to look at the ceiling. You stared at the ceiling fan, spinning round and round as you just sat there. Looking beside you, you brushed your fingers over the cold side of the blanket; a deep purple, almost royal. It reminded you of him. You looked over at your door, slightly ajar.
You felt an immense feeling of loneliness sweep over you. It was strange that it came with such ease. J was still in his office, working on some plan to terrify and terrorize the entire city of Gotham. You sighed again before pulling yourself from your bed and walking over to your door. Pushing it open you slid your tired feet across the hall, being careful not to actually slip against the hardwood floors as you gracefully headed to J's office. 
Your hand hovered above the handle, hesitating for a moment. J hated to be disturbed when he was working, but you wanted to see him, you needed to see him. Turning the handle, you slowly slid the door open, peeking your head inside. J was hunched over his desk, scribbling down something as he worked. His desk was dirty, covered with piles of papers, maps, and even one of his knives just haphazardly tossed around. J didn't look up as you wandered over, hands clasped behind your back as you walked around his desk, peering down at his work as you stood beside him while rocking on the balls of your feet.
Your hands were itching to touch him, it had been hours since he came home and shut himself in the office, and you wanted to cuddle with your Joker. "Hey," You said quietly as you leaned down and kissed him on the cheek; hopefully not getting any of his grease paint on you. J only grumbled, giving you a glare with his dark chocolate eyes before he resumed his writing. You bit your lip before you threw caution to the wind and grabbed J's free arm, lifting it up as you ducked under; sitting down on his lap. J growled, almost threateningly, before you let yourself get settled, wrapping your arms around his neck. His free arm looped around your waist, holding onto you tightly; possessively.
You snuggled closer to him, the smell of gasoline, gunpowder, and grease paint; It calmed you down and made you feel safe. You smiled softly as you sighed, the tips of your fingers running through his slightly greasy hair. "You need a shower, J… And new dye." You commented only to get a low hum from J as he concentrated on the notes and maps on the table before him. His fingers tapped against your waist, beating to an unknown rhythm as he worked. Oh, how you wished you could see into that brilliant mind of his. To see the inner workings, and find out what he was really thinking. You shook your head lightly before nuzzling into his cheek, inhaling deeply; enjoying the smell of smoke.
His eyes flicked away from his notes momentarily, "You got somethin’ on your face, doll.” He mumbled deeply, before going back to his work. 
You sighed, leaning closer to him, closing your eyes. "Don't care, just want to be close to you."
J clicked this tongue to the roof of his mouth, "Well, aren't I lucky." He trailed off almost sarcastically, but you knew he felt differently as the arm around you gently tightened.
You grinned softly, your chest and cheeks feeling warm before leaning back further, your legs draped over J's. "I missed you…" You mumbled, your lips brushing against his shoulder, the material of his green vest scratching against your lips. Your voice sounded so small, like a child's. J grumbled, going back to his work, scribbling more nonsense down on a piece of paper fiercely. You sat there, your cheek resting on his shoulder as you shut your eyes; sleep slowly, peacefully overtaking you entirely.
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J let out a small sigh, dropping his pencil on his desk as he looked down at you. Asleep in his arms. He felt his heart skip a beat as you shifted slightly in his arms. His fingers reached on their own accord, gently tracing your flushed cheek, watching as your eyelashes fanned over your cheeks; ticklish and fluttering. He scowled deeply, pulling his hand away. He hated the way you made him feel. Hated the way you got under his skin. How easily you could make him melt with just a look or whisper of your voice. Hated how he had no control over himself when you were around him. But most of all, J despised how much he cared about you. He felt weak.
He wasn't going to leave you though. You were his. No one else's. Ever. J gently moved his arm underneath you, scooping you into his arms bridal style before heading for the bedroom. You stirred briefly in his grasp but stayed asleep. The corner of his lips quirked up, eyeing the sight of his white grease paint on your lips and your nose. His eyes glinted mischievously, he'd wait until the morning to say anything. 
Setting you down on the bed, more like tossing, you somehow stayed asleep as J grabbed the blanket and tossed it over you, making sure you were covered. J watched as you softly snored, turning in your sleep to his side of the bed unconsciously. J sighed, heading to the bathroom; shutting the door as he showered and washed off all the grim of the day away. Only fifteen minutes later did he emerge from the bathroom, hair dripping and a small towel around his neck. His purple t-shirt clung to his chest slightly as he tossed the covers open on his side, getting in bed beside you. 
J laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he quickly felt you slide closer. Your arm wrapped around his waist, one of your legs hooking onto his waist as you practically laid on top of him. J pursed his lips, his tongue running along the scar lines in his mouth as he thought, before, like he usually did, wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. His breath hitched a little as your hair tickled his chin, smelling strongly of strawberry shampoo. J nudged your head up with his nose before pressing a big wet kiss to your forehead. “Mine.” He grumbled lowly, staring down at you as you mumbled and smiled in your sleep, cuddling further into him. J felt that strange warm feeling wash over him again, filling every empty space he never knew existed. 
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wandalfnation · 11 months
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A Simple Favour
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Pairing: Bruce Wayne X Reader
Word Count: 1.5k+
Rating: PG
Summary: This is the story of a budding relationship between a man and a woman. A woman who owes a very dangerous man a very, very big favour. 
Warnings: Nothing so far!
Gotham city. One of the biggest cities in the world. Every second a million different things were happening. Both good and bad. You? You’re almost sprinting down the street as your hand is gripping your hat to keep it on your head. 
You surely look a mess, with your fly away hairs, the steady trickle of sweat running down your forehead and your mislaid clothes. Yet, the second you run into the cafe, his eyes light up. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he stands up from the small table, waving you over. 
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Bruce. You know how hectic work can be.” You’re in the middle of hurriedly apologising when he places his hand on your shoulder. 
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t waiting long.” 
You let out a breath, taking a second to gather yourself as you sit in the seat he held out for you. Sitting back down, he pours you a glass of water. 
“Was it Richard again?”
“Yep,” your words sound more like a groan. “I don’t know what he has against me, it’s like he has a vendetta or something.”
Bruce chuckles, sipping at his own glass. The two of you had met around a year ago at a fundraiser. You’d been loitering around the buffet table when he walked in. You hadn’t been paying attention as everyone’s eyes were drawn to the door. You did, however, hear the murmurs going around the room. 
“Gosh, Bruce Wayne with another woman! Will he ever settle down?”
“Late, as always.”
“You know, I heard he’s going broke! Apparently he gives too much away to charity.”
You’d never seen The Bruce Wayne before but he wasn’t difficult to pick out from the crowd. What, with two Russian models hanging off his arms and a cocky, know it all, smirk plastered on his face, you would’ve recognised him from 100 miles away. 
You wish you could say he glanced into your eyes and you instantly knew he was not what he seemed. That he was putting on a playboy persona. But, he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t glance your way once, not even when he came over to grab something from the table. It was like you didn’t exist. 
Luckily for you, these gatherings had never been your thing. You’d come and stayed for an appropriate amount of time, so it was soon after that you were heading for the exit. 
Saying a quick goodbye to your coworkers, you left through the grand doors. Only, you were halfway down the grand steps when you realised you’d left your purse at the buffet. You resist the urge to smack yourself in the face, how could you be so forgetful?
Turning around, you were about to run up the steps when you ran directly into something. 
Well, someone. 
You felt your breath catch in your throat, as your eye trailed up the wide chest to the blue eyes staring down at you. 
Realising it was Bruce Wayne, you jump back and instantly start to apologise. Now was not the time to get on the bad side of Gotham’s most powerful man! 
“I’m so so sorry, I should’ve been looking where I was going. But I left my purse in there and was so caught up in my th-“
In your rushed words, you’d missed the twitching of Bruce’s lips. 
“Don’t worry, in all honesty it was my fault. I apologise.”
His words catch you off guard. Wasn’t he supposed to be some obnoxious prick? 
Blinking a few times, you direct your eyes down to your shoes. “I-It’s okay.”
There’s a moment of silence but for some reason, it doesn’t feel awkward. 
“So, I’ve been to a lot of these things and have never run into you before.” He says, stepping back slightly. 
“Ah yes, I actually moved here last week. I’m from New York but got the opportunity to come work here for Mr Dwight Halbert.” 
Bruce hums. “Well, I better be going but I hope you settle in well.”
You can’t stop the disappointment from flooding your chest. This is ridiculous, you’ve only just met the guy! So what if he had beautiful eyes? And the most sculptured body you’d ever seen? And a voice that felt like honey?
“Oh, okay. Have a good night Mister Wayne.” You shyly smile, looking away as he turns around and heads down the stairs. 
He just gets to the bottom when he faces you one last time. “I hope to be seeing more of you.”
His words, although simple, leave a smile on your face for days to come. At least you know how he gets all the European models. 
“Y’know, I could totally get him fired.” Bruce says, hiding his smile behind his mug. His words bring you back to the current time, the cafe, your tardiness. 
“If only I didn’t have a moral code.” You sigh, shaking your head. 
Bruce chuckles, handing you a menu. 
Your ‘lunch date’ went well, as usual. After meeting him at the fundraiser, you found yourself randomly bumping into him. Three bus stops, two trains and six aisles later. Places he usually never goes to, but you don’t need to know that. Soon after, he asked you to lunch. Casual, of course. 
You’d been meeting up on a weekly basis since. 
You both order your food and get to chatting. At this point, you feel like you know everything there is to know about Bruce Wayne. Yet, you feel like you’re only scraping the surface. Looking into those eyes, you just knew that there was something underneath. Something that very few people got to see. 
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tintsy, tiny, crush on the man. What, with those eyes, muscles and big strong arms? He could be a male model. Then there’s the way his eyes crinkle up when he smiles at you. How he gently lays his hand on your back in a crowd, a tiny gesture of public intimacy that makes you feel warm and safe. The way your name rolls off his tongue, like it was made just for him to speak. 
Okay, maybe you’re totally whipped for him. 
You try to stop the tug on your heart as you realise the undeniable truth. He certainly doesn’t like you like that. He merely sees you as a close friend. I mean, after six months of casual lunch meets, he surely would’ve said something if he wanted something more. Right? (models lol)
Lunch comes to an end far too quickly and you’re left already yearning for the next chance you get to see him. Glancing into your handbag, you reach for your purse. That isn’t there. 
“Ah shit,” you sigh, closing your eyes in frustration. “I left my purse at work.”
“That’s okay,” Bruce smiles. “I’ll pay.”
You go to resist but he’s already standing up. “But that means you owe me a favour.”
You suck in a breath as you instantly picture that moment from all those years ago. The green hair, purple suit, manic laughter and the inarguable fear you felt. A shiver runs down your spine as your face drops. For a second, you go white as a sheet. However, you quickly recover. The moment finishes as soon as it starts, as you quickly lift your lips up into a smile. It’s so brief that any normal person would’ve missed it. But not Bruce. 
His eyebrows furrow in worry, as he’s struck off guard. He goes to comfort you when you suddenly stand from your seat.
“T-Thank you Bruce.” You stumble over your first few words but regain your composure swiftly. “I’ll shout lunch next time.” 
“Of course.” 
That’s another thing you like about Bruce. He never makes you feel like less when it comes to money (or anything, really). The first time you met for lunch he tried to pay on your behalf but you denied him, insisting that you were equals and therefore, you could pay for your own meal. He caught on quickly and has happily split the bill with you ever since. You often found yourself forgetting just how loaded he is. He never used his money in a bragging type way and if it weren’t for the expensive cars or luxurious suits, you wouldn’t even know he was the richest man in Gotham. 
After paying the bill, you and Bruce say your goodbye and head off in different directions. It was always bitter when you were forced to part ways but what else could you do? It’s not like you were his girlfriend. You couldn’t just meet him at Wayne Manor and spend the night together.
You’re pulled from your upsetting thoughts when you receive a phone call from an anonymous number. Letting out a quick sign, you pick the phone up and go to speak, when you hear it.
“Hello lovely.”
You’d recognise that voice anywhere.
Stopping your hand from shaking too much, you take in a breath, and try to calm yourself down.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” The question is followed by laughter. A laugh much too dramatic for such a simple joke. If it can even be called that.
“I do have the right number, don’t I?”
You feel a shiver with each syllable. 
“Yes.” You finally get your voice back and reply. “Are you finally using your favour, Joker?” 
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steeldaisies · 2 years
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So I have a type apparently. Can we talk about the fact they look so much alike!!!
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hhoneyribbons · 1 year
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Eye contact :: ledgerjoker! X female reader
WARNING :::
SMUT AHEAD!!!!
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A/N : I’ve not written in such a long time and i finally found the time to , so i hope you enjoy and this is rather messy and its my first smut so i hope you like eek okay please enjoy luv ya !!!
summary : joker had been so busy witch causing chaos in Gotham city so much that you and him haven't seen each other in almost two months,one night you come home from working only to see Ur porch light on and things take a turn for the best....
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it's been two months since you've seen...touched and been with your madman, of course, you were more than worried... but you thought of yourself as crazy to be worried because the man lives for chaos ...but you still missed him and would bundle yourself up in one of his shirts and a blanket that smelt of him... the intense yet calming smell of grease paint and gun powder with a hint of liquor ...
your shift ended 5 minutes ago you pull your white coat on over ur black dress and pack up ur purse walking out to your car getting in and driving off home you turn on the car radio listing to a cd joker made for you, you looked at the dark night sky and feel a lump in ur throat thinking to yourself... " no no y/n don't cry he's okay, and just busy" you shake your head getting rid of the bad thoughts and continue to drive home
 20 minutes later
you get out of the car your cheeks turning pink from the cold November air as the wind blows hard you walk up the many steps to your apartment and your heart beats as you see the porch light on worrying if you left it on... you felt more than paranoid. you grab your keys from your purse to open the door but as soon as you put ur hand on it,
it slowly creaks open...  'what the...' you said to yourself and slowly step into the apartment walking down the hallway you stop in your tracks as you step into the living room...
His eyes watch you stop as if you were frozen in time.  his face bare with vulnerability no war paint to cover his exhaustion his body slouched in your loveseat chair his dirty blonde hair pushed back as he wears only a black dress shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned. your eyes never left his you were too much in shock that you were actually seeing him …
   it's like he was playing a wicked game with your mind ... his slightly tan skin that you only would ever dream to see and touch.  his red lips that would hold a proud mischievous grin now dark pink lips that were scarred.
your breath became uneven as you gently drop your bags next to your feet and slowly walked to him plopping down into his lap and pulling him into a tight hug almost whimpering out as his warmth surrounded your cold body    'j...it's really you, you softly spoke to him as his head came up and stroked the back of your head gently
 he licked his dark pink lips licking over his scars and lets out a deep breath as if he's been holding it
   'mm hi doll...' he said in a deeper voice instead of his normal clowny voice
your heart was racing miles as you held onto him tightly gripping his shirt as tight as you could
he hummed out enjoying your hold " it's been a while J I've missed you...so much " you said moving back to look up at his dark brown almost black eyes you both stayed in silence looking into each other's eyes trying to read each thought and emotion in one another ... the air slowly became heavier making it almost hard to breathe as then ur eyes slowly found jokers lip
   "mmhh~ I've missed you too baby doll.. m' just been so busy " he spoke out to you and bit his lip   as his eyes wandered over you " maybe too busy..mm? " he asked in question
you hummed in response as joker moved his hand to your knee rubbing up it slowly with his warm rough hand on your soft skin your body shivered as his hands moved up your dress rubbing your thigh and ass lovingly but his grip told otherwise his grip was tight making your body tremble in all the right ways, your eyes shut as you spoke breathlessly
  " y-your so wicked Joker..mm " you whimpered out  he slightly dug his nails into ur thigh he grinned
" you as well baby-mm"
  your eyes open as your hands move with a mind of their own your thumb finds his scared cheek rubbing over it his body tenses as he moves back slightly he released out a deep growl eyes flickering shut almost warning you..daring you to continue, " you're so beautiful " your eyes water as your mouth speaks your thoughts. without much thought, you sniffled as tears fell and leaned in kissimg him deeply
he responds back to the kiss faster than lighting, his hand gripping your neck and snarling into your mouth as his tongue pushes through your lips and you both fall into a messy makeout hands pulling clothes off his shirt on the floor as your dress and jacket is thrown somewhere in the living room.
your lips leaving one another as joker moves his kisses down to your neck " J-J ahh~nmm" you panted out as he sucked bruises onto ur neck  your hips slowly grind against his he growled out his hands hitting on your ass as you jump with a squeal    he moved his lips from your neck looking at you
" naughty naughty girl..mm" he looked at you darkly as his hands rubbed up your waist slowly moving to ur bra strap   you sucked in a breathe nervously as the bra was moved from your body you nipples stood hard at the cold air no matter your shyness joker kept eye contact with you grinning as your blushed face
   his hands moved to your breast cupping them up into his warm hands " so pretty doll-mm my pretty babydoll  " joker dirty talked as he started to bounce his knee against your pussy you gasped out holding onto his thigh and whimpering
" p-pleasemm.. please" you pleaded to him with soft doe eyes biting your lip he chuckled darkly at your pleading and licked over you hard nipple sucking on it grazing it with his teeth growling out you huffed in pleasure and you pulled at his dress pants " please.. please d-daddy I need you so bad mm joker" you whined out
 he smirked around your boob pulling off your nipple with a flick of his tongue" mm you sure know how to get a guy going doll~" he huffed out his breathing became uneven as well you lifted up off him to let him pull down his pants with his boxers  your eyes winded at his cock.  
his cock was hard and glistening with pre-cum your cold hand slowly moved to his cock grabbing as he hissed out clenching his jaw as you stroked his cock gently biting your lips joker watch you and pulled your pantie band making it snap against your skin you giggled as his patience was running out and lifted up once aging pulling your panties off.
  you slowly sat back down into the joker's lap, the joker grunt " ohh come to daddy mm~ how I've missed you" his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in rough but slow circles you blushed and grinded against his hand whimpering as he moved it away
only to rub his tip against your entrance slowly pushing his tip in you dug your nails into his arm throwing your head back as he pushes his cock in all the way into ur wet throbbing pussy " o-oh fuck j mm feels so good in ahh ~" you moaned out rolling your hips
 he held a grip of your ass in his hands grunting out and slapping your ass " mm ride my cock baby uhh.. be my good slut" he growled out as you started to bounce on his cock you moaned loudly arching your back and making your chest hit into his face as you rode his cock harder gripping onto his hair slightly and tugging it which led to the joker letting out an animalistic growl his hands gripped ur ass making you go faster on his cock and forcing his cock deeper hitting against your g-spot making you feel close to the edge
 you screamed out trembling as the joker bruised and teased ur nipples while his hips kept thrusting up into you " c-cumming mm I'm gonna cum please fuckk-mm" your head became hazy wanting to feel the pleasure of your climax  
joker groaned out almost being able to hear small whimpers from him " mm ughh cum doll agh fuck cum on my cock baby f-fuck ah y/n mm cum with me"
 your eyes rolled back as Joker's nail clawed down into ur thighs as you scratched marks into his you both cumming on and in each other with moans and groans. you fall limp into jokers lap your hips and his never stopped moving but slowed down
and you laid your head on jokers chest listing to his heart " mmm i would have come home earlier if I knew id get a treat"    
you giggled at jokers words and looked at him " oh only want in for the sex hm? player" he grinned " well it is a plus " you playfully smacked at his chest which landed you a small spank from the joker as you both smiled at each other and kissed together again...
the end...
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ransprang · 6 months
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how about heath ledger's joker and corruption kink? hehehe
Kinktober 2023
Joker x Corruption Kink
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Joker’s eyes widened as he smacked his lips in amusement looking down at his phone. You stood before him with your face contorted with worry as your eyes brimmed with tears and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “Please keep your phone down…”
Joker looked up at you “this is horrendous, horrible, might I say degenerate.”
He continued “didn’t know you are such a misfit y/n” he laughed loudly chucking the phone at the table in front. You looked horrified, Joker had found your tumblr.
You walked up to him and held his arm “that was supposed to be my little secret…” hoping this won’t make the man leave you. Joker looked you in the eyes his expression suddenly all serious “you’re filthy muck of this society, you could never be one of them. Pervert.” He smacked his lips as he cupped your face intimidatingly in his hands, Joker brought his face close, his nose touching yours as he said “Why…so serious?”
You were shocked as the man instantly pulled away and laughed while howling “you really thought that would disgust me? Come on now? I’ve thought worse for Batman.” He continued while getting breathless from laughter.
A sigh of relief escaped your mouth, you smirked back. You were disgusting and he loved that. “What kind of thoughts do you have for Batman?” You said twirling your hair hoping to draw ideas for your next post.
Joker now laying on the couch hopped up with a jolt “y/n you won’t understand them, no no no you won’t” he walked around the room shaking his head.
- “haven’t you seen my content? Of course I would.” You retorted.
Joker smacked his lips now bringing his gaze to your eyes “filthy filthy y/n let me share with you a story.” He twirled and continued “there was once a man who had a fantasy, of tying another to the walls of his house and kissing till both were breathless. As his hot thick penis throbbed to enter the walls of the human in front, he teased his own tip, cuz FUCK the pleasure of other people.” He began laughing.
You looked at him invested, now sitting down on the dining table with your face cupped in your hands. Looking at him starry eyed. “Please tell me more!” Joker immediately stopped laughing as he cleared his throat. “ah yes, well then he rubbed his bare chest on the soft skin, the chest of the one tied on the wall. The friction made his heart beat faster, his Dick throbbed. Ached to be rubbed. Hands struggled against the ropes, as I touch myself and start stroking my shaft, looking at the nude body in front of me.”
Joker stood by the window, staring into the twilight sky. It looked like he was searching the horizon, as he spoke in a low voice “I increase my stroking speed rapidly as I feel the burning desire within my body, the chains clank as the body whimpers. Oh to deprave someone of touch when they want you so badly, I feel my tip tingle as my stomach contracts and I release my thick white cum.” He takes out a cigarette and smokes it blowing the smoke into the light breeze outside the window as his smile is now gone.
You get up fascinated, you have respect in your eyes. You love this man, he inspired you. You ran and hugged him from the back tightly, knowing you were going to write many fanfics thanks to your dear boyfriend. “I love you” you whispered. He continued smoking…as you said again “can we please do this today?” Joker shuffled his feet and turned around to face you. He hugged you back and calmly said “I’ll get the ropes and chains out” As he walked away.
your joker,
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wonderdustwriting · 8 months
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A New Step
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Summary; Joker returns to you injured, which leads to a first in your relationship.
Pairing; Joker x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings; Mentions of non-sexual nudity
A/N; I'm making an effort to write more. Requests are open
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Joker crept into your home with careful precision. Sliding through the window like a predator stalking his prey. As Joker stood to his full height, with his torso stretched out, he was reminded of his injury. The Batman had got a lucky shot tonight.
Joker slipped off his purple jacket, dropping it onto the couch, you wouldn't mind. You never minded when Joker slipped in like this. Joker smiled when he caught your silhouette coming from the kitchen. Joker would never comprehend how he managed to capture your attention. Someone so pure, so innocent, everything Joker wasn't.
"J, is that you?" You called out, barefoot padding into the living-room.
"Why? Are you expecting someone else?" Joker called back, when he finally got a glimpse of you. Out of your usual work clothes and changed into comfortable clothing.
"Of course not, you're the only man for me. You know that." Your gaze dropped to his bloody side. Crossing the living-room, you lifted up the shirt to witness the extent of the injury. A jagged cut, deep and bloody stood out compared to Joker's white skin.
"It's just a scratch Bambi, nothing to worry about."
" We need to get it cleared up. Go, get in the shower, then I'll patch you up" Your body turned, ready to retrieve the first aid, Joker dragged you back towards him.
"Now, that's not the warm welcome I was expecting. Bambi, haven't you missed me at all?" Joker's eyes met with your s briefly, before he turned his head to capture your lips with his. At the last moment, you pulled away.
"Bambi!" Joker growled, pulling you tighter in his embrace.
"Not until we've sorted this wound." Joker sighed rubbing the fading face paint.
"Fine-fine. I'll get in the shower, but you're coming in with me" Joker saw you swallow harshly. Hesitation filled your gaze as you were suddenly confronted a new milestone in your relationship.
Hesitation was quickly replaced by defiance, as you pulled away from Joker's grasp, slipping your shirt above your head, it landing on the floor with a thud. Joker smirked, pleased with the view.
Joker pulled off his clothes, following behind you hastily. No longer being considerate of his injury.
You were already waiting in the shower. Joker was quick to catch you in his arms. Giving in you wrapped your arms around Joker's neck loosely.
Joker ran his hands over the curves of your body as he took in your naked body flush against his own. Joker felt his agitation rise as you pulled away from him once more, yet softened instinctively as you opened up the cap to his face cleanser. Slowly and gently you cleaned off Joker's face paint, a whirlpool of white, red and black circled down the drain. Revealing the ma n you knew, that someone else got to see.
jomer leaned heavily into your touch, relishing in the gentleness. This time when Joker leaned in to capture your lips, you met him halfway as your lips danced together. Joker's grip remained from as your hands tangled in his hair deepening the kiss.
Eventually, the two of you pulled away, gasping for air. Joker rested his forehead against yours, chests rising and falling in perfect symmetry.
"Let's get you patched up." You tugged on Joker's hand to remove him from the shower.
"Not until I've kissed every inch of you first"
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ajokeformur-ray · 8 months
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I've been wondering about this, How would J react to falling in love with reader but reader only wants to stay friends, would he get mad and leave the reader or would he understand? Love your work feel free to ignore request 🩷🩷🩷
Haven't written for J for a long time so I hope you enjoy!! Thank you for requesting.🥺💖
J is very intelligent. When he plans a heist or something equally heinouss, he has plans, back up plans, contingency plans, contingency plans for his contingency plans... he's calculative, manipulative, and he knows what he's doing. If you think he doesn't, if you think he's acting purely on impulse, that's what he wants you to think... right up until he doesn't.
He's a dog chasing a car; he doesn't know what he would do if he finally caught one. Just like he didn't know what he was going to do when he realised he'd caught feelings for you, but he did know and he does know that he's not telling you unless he is very sure that his feelings are reciprocated.
For the most part, people are just pawns on the chess board to be moved from one position to another or taken off the board entirely. Their feelings are predictable, and people show who they really are when they're dying. To an extent - and it's a small one - J is quite selfless with his feelings for you, because unless he's as sure as shit is brown that you return his feelings, you're not going to even suspect that he loves you. It's selfless because it saves you from any potential guilt you could feel from not loving him back. But it's selfish because he's also doing it for himself - what you don't know won't make you uncomfortable and it won't make his life difficult.
So if he fell in love with you but he could tell that you didn't love him (body language, the way you treat him, your pulse when he's around, pupil dilation, conversations, and the like), then J just wouldn't tell you and he'd never treat you any differently. He might disappear for a day or two, to get himself in order, but when he comes back, it's as if he never left to bury his feelings for you so deep that he can tell himself he never felt anything for you at all.
But if he fell in love with you and you do return his feelings? Then J's lighting up Gotham's sky with the most obnoxious and expensive fireworks to literally spell it out to you. Grand gestures are what people appreciate, so it's just as well that he's a man of action and a man of his word!💖
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ledgerserious8 · 4 months
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For My Lover | Heath Ledger & Reader
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Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing
Genre : Flutter Lovely Relationship
Summary : In The Park with your boyfriend Heath..
Word count : 1.0k
Your foots was taking some steps with his foots nothing can be heard just the sound of the air in this evening and the sound of the breath of the two of you
You was the first girlfriend into his life first love first relationship first time first everything and first..lover
Your eyes noticed him was silent just staring at your face with this cheeky smile
What are you doing?" - you asked him calmly as smiling at him
"I want to give you a rose, baby" - he explained and smiled as he gave you a red rose
Your fingers holding the red rose making his fingers can't stop caressing yours
Heath I'm shy - you confessed as your cheeks was like the rose color
Then he gave another rose and put on your hair
He put all his love and his feelings into that rose, so he hope you really like it
"My lover - he said to you while smiling.
Baby please don't make me blushing - you begged him as getting blushing more
"I can't stop it, baby" - he chucked and put another rose on your hair
"It's so beautiful, just like you" - he added it slowly while looking at you
It looks like he love you more and more day by day
He really like to give you rose on your hair just to see her blushing because she's really cute and beautiful
Baby - you called him cutely as blushing making his hands cupped your face
He still look at you while you're blushing and melting you
He put one more rose on your hair again and then he kiss your forehead it's made your eyes closed
After that he pull you again toward him so he can kiss your lips the both of you was so close
This time he control himself so he didn't kiss you for a long time
Even so, the kisses he gave you always made you blushing because he put all his love into it
"I love you" - he whispered to you between those kisses
I love you too' - you whispered as looking into his eyes making him melting
He's getting closer and closer again to your until the lips of two od you finally touched again
"Mmm" - he mumbled between the kiss as his fingers touching your waist
He's not hold himself anymore and he's already kiss your lips with all his passion
He can't wait to spend all his days and free time with you every day and every minutes
The kisses he gave to you are more and more passionate than before
He pulled away from the kiss slowly and opened his darkness brown eyes to look into yours
I can give you all the roses of the world my beautiful girl' - he whispered softly as smiling making you hugged him tightly
Heath loved you so much and he meant it with every action he was doing to you because he's a gentleman
He can give you all the roses of the world and looked at your eyes while saying one simple line
For My Lover..
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misfitgirlwrites · 20 days
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The Joker Masterlist
I feel like I have enough fics to make this its own separate post, and I'll add the link to the masterlist instead :)
Where else do I write?
Wattpad | Ao3 | Fanfic.net | Quotev
IMPORTANT LINKS
Writing Request Info | Commissions Info | General Masterlist
UPDATED 3/30/24
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CW Guide
🔞 | Smut
💀 | Gore
✨️ | Fluff
💔 | Angst
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THE JOKER (Heath Ledger)
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We'll Laugh Together Masterlist
Til' Death Do Us Part Masterlist (Sequel)
Overprotective!Joker x Reader ✨️
Mistletoe ✨️
Don't Tell Me You're Jealous 🔞
Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️
NSFW Alphabet 🔞
Rainbow Hair ✨️
100 Degree Adventures 🔞
Clumsy Bunny ✨️ | x reader ver.
Ace 💀 ✨️ | x reader ver.
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THE JOKER (Jared Leto) [I NO LONGER WRITE/TAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS CHARACTER]
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Late Night Inconveniences 💀 ✨️
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ARTHUR FLECK
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Arthur Fleck/Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️
NSFW Alphabet 🔞
Deep Breaths 💔 ✨️
Arthur with a Touchy-Feely S/O ✨️
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JEROME VALESKA
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Rain 💔 ✨️ | Ice Cream (Part 2) 💔 ✨️
Speeding Ginger ✨️
Cart Rides & Samples ✨️
Let's Rob A Bank! ✨️
New Year's Destruction ✨️
Jerome with a Cheerful S/O ✨️
Just Picture Them with Their Heads Blown Off! ✨️ | x reader ver.
Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞
Until We Meet Again ✨️ | x reader ver.
One More Time 🔞
Height Exceedment ✨️
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JEREMIAH VALESKA
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Death By Pleasure 🔞
Pre-Spray Jeremiah Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️
You're Mine (Post-Spray Jeremiah) 🔞
Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞
Dream Blurb ✨️
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By now I've 100% put my focus on other fandoms, but any request for The Joker is welcome ALWAYS
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into-crazy · 2 years
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short girl problems
Ledger!Joker x Reader
Here are some random headcanons about J with a shorter s/o. When I say short, I'm thinking probably anything below 5'4" since I am an inch below that and I think that's pretty short. But you can go off of what you want, since J is like a solid 6'0"
Warnings- J being an ass but otherwise none, it's mostly fun and fluff
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When you drive, J always laughs at how far up you push the driver seat to reach the pedals.
At home, he will occasionally catch you practically having to jump into the washer(top loader) to grab the clothes. He finds it amusing every time. Sometimes he'll even come up behind and scare you or give you a little butt smack.
You have to stand on your tiptoes all the time in order to get something off of a high shelf or from a cabinet. Yet there are occasions were you still can't reach certain items so you'll have to resort to calling J to get it for you. He's once caught you climbing up onto the countertop to get a salad bowl from the cupboard and NEVER AGAIN were you allowed to do that.
Then when J does grab things for you, he'll hold them up from your reach so you still can't get them. It never fails to make him chuckle watching you grow frustrated and trying to jump for them.
"Come on J, that's not fair. Give it here!"
"You'll have to try harder than that if ya really want it doll.. Uh, almost had it! Try again."
A QUICK PRO- You are easily a lot quieter and sneakier. So you have an advantage for wanting to give J a little jump surprise when you're up for it. Just be expected to deal with the chase that comes right after.
When J has something in his hands that he wants to show you, you have to kind of raise yourself up a bit higher to get a better peak. He just forgets to take into account how small you are sometimes and he'll find it cute how you have to do that. He'd never admit it though.
ANOTHER PRO- You can be a lot quicker, so it's easy for you to slip out of his reach or duck and dodge him when he's playfully chasing you around.
Wearing heels or platforms and still being shorter than J. You only want to feel taller sometimes and his height will continue to mock you for trying. Heck, he'll be the one to laugh and say it's adorable how much you try. And he'll say it mockingly too.
"Aw, does my little bunny wanna be taller? How adorable."
"Shut up J.."
ANOTHER PRO BABY- Hugs from J feel very warm and comforting. He's so big and his arms wrap entirely around you, giving you that much needed security. Let's not even get started on the cuddles, because oh boy.. two words- the best!
It's a lot easier for J to move and adjust you, whether you like it or not.
Play fights and wrestling is something you and J tend to do together. However you always lose almost instantly because you're at a disadvantage.
He gives you condescending head pats, usually when you’re mad or such. Which you have to remind him that you're not a child. In turn, he’ll laugh at your pout and say that you can act like one.
PROS EVERYWHERE- But J also gives you the best head pats. Say when you've made him happy or if you really needed it. He'll be there to provide them for you. They feel really nice during those times.
I added some pros in there as well because it's not always about the problems😆 Anyways I hope that you guys enjoyed, I had fun writing them!!
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New / old picture of BTS the dark knight ( 2008 )
P.s. I found these on my Pinterest and have never seen them🫶🏻
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