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crescentmoonrider · 1 year
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iwai 🤝 joker : ACAB
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flananjan · 2 months
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makeup boys 🖤
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thanks to @king-krisu and @khihi for the idea hahahahaha i love being insane
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heath ledger!joker x reader
smut 18+, p in v, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, bondage, aftercare.
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“fuck yes!” i moan loudly. my wrists are bound above me to the headboard as the one and only joker fucks me with his tongue and fingers. the one and only joker i call my boyfriend, the love of my life.
“oh fuck.” i cry as he pulls his mouth away and looks up at me. his scars are gleaming with my juices in the moonlight reflecting through the cracks of my curtains. “j- please.” i beg.
“what?” he asks. “fuck me. i needa feel you.” i sound pathetic. “patience, dear, patience.” he coos. he digs back in with his mouth and fingers attacking me.
“oh yes!” i moan loudly. “fuck.” i say as i put my legs over his shoulders. he hums against me and i clench around him. “please. let me cum.” i whine. i buck my hips at the pleasure he’s giving me.
he pulls away, pulling his mouth away, and fingers out. “no. please. j, i need it, i need you.” i cry. “i told you, it needs to last all night.” he says and sucks off my juices from his fingers.
“fucking delicious.” he smirks. “please.” i whine. “darling. if you cum now, you wouldn’t feel what i want you to. that’s why you need to wait. it’ll be amazing.” he explains his logic. “oh my god.” i cry, a few tears slipping down my cheeks.
“aw, look at you. so pathetic.” he taunts. “just please. i need your cock.” i beg. “please daddy.” i add.
he quickly strips off his slacks and pulls down his boxers. his harden cock hits his slight toned stomach and he lets out a small his. “hm.” he hums as he slowly strokes himself. “please.” i whine.
he gives in and climbs on top of me. he lines himself up with me and thrusts in. “yes!” i moan as he gives me what i want.
“feel good?” he asks and continues to brutally thrust into me. “yes, j, yes!” i moan. he connects his lips to my neck while fucking me. “you’re squeezing me so tight.” he pants.
“who’s is this?” he asks. “who’s pussy is this?” he asks. “yours, all yours.” i moan, looking at him directing in eyes. “yeah. that’s right.” he thrusts into me harder.
he moves my legs so he’s thrusting into my at a different angle, hitting the deep spot inside me at a different angle. “yes, daddy. fuck me.” i moan. “yeah? what do you think i’m doing?” he smirks. “ah! god. i’m close.” i warn.
he pulls out and i let out a pathetic whine. “please.” i feel more tears slip. “i was close.” i cry. “i know. i could feel you. you just need some patience.” he drags his tip up my folds. he taps it against my clit and i let out a gasp from my sensitivity.
“please. fuck me.” i beg. “i need your cock daddy, i need it.” i’m not holding back, i’m begging and crying.
he lines himself back up with me and slowly slides in. “yes.” i moan. “couldn’t not give you want you want.” he smirks as he continues to fuck me like animals. “feels so- fuck, good.” i moan.
“oh j.” i gasp. “fucking me so good.” i moan. “you’re a vocal one.” he smirks as he points out. “yes, fuck.” he sighs. there’s a brief moment of silence where yoh can just hear our heavy breathing and the squelching sounds coming from me.
“daddy-” i cry out. he presses his lips against mine as he continues. “ah!” i moan against him. i pull against the handcuffs as the bubble builds up in my stomach.
“i’m close.” i feel more tears slip down my cheeks. “not until i say so.” he warns. “oh my god.” i groan. he gives me a few more thrusts before if shapes into me needing to pee.
“j- daddy. i need to pee.” i say. “oh just you wait. you’re in for a treat.” he coos. i feel more tears slip and he softly rubs the side of my face. “please.” i beg. “i need it.” i add.
“okay. cum.” he sighs. i let go and i feel a gush between my legs. i finish loudly around him, crying, moaning, and yelling his name and other curses. “oh fuck, yes!” i moan.
i fade out and i come back to him beside me, catching his breath. “worth it?” asks. “yes.” i pant. “see i told you, it’s better to wait sometimes.” he smirks. “mhm.” i nod and cuddle up closer to him. i feel my legs hit a wet patch and i look up at him.
“you squirted, like a fountain. it was magical.” he explains. i get embarrassed and a little bit grossed out. “it was sexy.” he softly rubs my shoulder. “i need to do laundry.” i point out.
i try to get even closer to him, taking in the smell of gasoline, gunpowder, and sweat, smells 5 years ago i would never find comforting. “darling, sorry for not seeing you.” he apologizes. “it’s okay. you were busy, i get it.” i softly smile.
“how was the warehouse? everything go okay? everyone in line?” he asks. “mhm. i didn’t run into any problems that i couldn’t fix.” i smile.
“i got you something.” he says. he gets up, putting on his boxers and digging into his coat pockets. he pulls out a medium sized jewelry box. “j.” i smile, sitting up and pulling the blankets up to my chest.
he opens it to see a dainty silver necklace with a small diamond hanging off of it. “it’s gorgeous.” i smile. “bought it this time.” he smiles and i softly laugh. he takes it out of the box and i turn my back to him, lifting up my hair as he sets it around my neck, clasping it behind my neck.
i drop my hair when he pulls away. i lay back down and he joins me. “thank you.” i smile. “mhm.” he nods. “you missed it, i made roast.” i point out. “is there more?” he asks. “i think so. check the fridge.” i nod. he gets up and disappears into the kitchen.
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ao3-anonymous · 4 months
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superdictionary · 3 months
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Pumpkin - The Joker wore a pumpkin on his head. He wore a large orange fruit on his head. Most people eat pumpkins, but the Joker wore his.
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moonlvster · 6 months
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kris somewhere in ljubljana rn:
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da-proti-toku-grem · 1 month
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These are the same pic btw :P
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succulentul · 2 years
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after all, it’s much easier to steal the futures of children who can’t fight back.
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these-written-reveries · 11 months
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Hello! i’m wondering if you could possibly write an Arthur Fleck fic where it’s y/n’s first time meeting Arthur. Possibly at one of his comedy shows, or in the apartments, which ever. In the fic, i just want them to possibly feel a connection between each other. Hopefully you see this!
Hi there!! Got a little carried away with this one, but I had a lot of fun writing it! I read comedy show or apartments and I was like “why not both!”😂 I hope I did your idea justice! Thank you for your request!
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The Spark ✧.*
‣ Pairing: Arthur Fleck x GN!Reader
‣ Summary: After years of searching and failing to find ‘the spark’ that lovers always talked about, you began to think it wasn’t a real possibility for you. That was, until you stumbled into a man by the name of Arthur Fleck.
‣ Genre: Fluff
‣ Warnings: None!
‣ Word Count: 5,158
‣ Have an idea for a fic you’d like me to write? Send a request here. But first, make sure to read my Request Info!
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You absent-mindedly swirled the straw inside of your drink, one elbow positioned on the dimly lit table beside it as you supported your chin with the palm of your hand. Glancing around the room for what had to have been the hundredth time that night, you let out a disappointed sigh.
"Stood up again, huh?" You muttered to yourself. "Just my luck…"
The crowd around you laughed, and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve assumed they were laughing at you. Rather, they were all focused on the pretentious man standing under the spotlight on the small platform stage. It was a Thursday night at Pogo’s, which meant the mic was open to any comedian daring enough to take on the task of trying to make the dreary people of Gotham laugh. This particular comedian seemed to have knocked it out of the park. Everyone was practically rolling out of their seats with laughter.
Everyone, but you.
You wouldn’t say you were a hard person to please when it came to humor. There were many things you found funny —even a lot of the darker stuff. Your humor just didn’t align with the misogynistic and overall bigoted jokes that seemed to be ever-flowing from this guy’s mouth. Having arrived at Pogo’s nearly an hour and a half ago, you could confidently say that the jokes from everyone else that had taken the stage that night had been no different. Quite frankly, you were bored.
It wasn’t even your idea to come to Pogo’s that night. Your date recommended it, raving about the comedian who went by the same name as the one currently on stage before you. According to him, this guy was the "comedian of the century".
You could feel your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your skull just thinking about it.
Dating in Gotham had left you jaded, and this was one of the many reasons why. You just couldn’t seem to find someone you truly felt a connection to. After being on so many first dates with multifarious characters —all of which never led to a second, you began to lose hope in finding that special someone to share your life with. At first, that reality stung like a hundred paper cuts on your lonely heart. But after some time, the loneliness faded, and you realized you didn’t really mind being alone. You enjoyed your own company better than most others’. And you never disagreed with yourself on things like whether pineapple belonged on pizza, if cereal was a soup, which superpower is the best, which jokes were funny and which were plain bad —you know, the important stuff. Whether or not you found a partner in the future was no longer a top priority on your list, as not only had you given up on the terrible dating pool of Gotham, but you had also finally found contentment within yourself and the prospects of being alone.
That was until last week, when you met the no-show date of yours in person for the first time. Your friend had mentioned him in conversation before, so you weren’t too surprised to find he had joined your scheduled get-together with a few of your other friends that evening. He introduced himself, and the two of you seemed to hit it off quite well. You didn't talk about very much, but you swore you felt something.
The spark, perhaps?
You had always been told about a special spark that you’d feel when you met "the one." However, nobody could seem to tell you what exactly it felt like. All you were told was, "You’ll know it when you feel it."
Unfortunately, you’d never get to find out whether you were right about that spark. You even stayed far longer than you normally would have for a no-show date like this. As much as you had yourself convinced that you were totally fine with being eternally single, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were still a hopeless romantic at heart, always seeking out that special connection, that special spark.
That’s why you stayed as long as you did, suffering through ninety minutes of ridiculously bad jokes —though you seemed to be the only one in the room with that opinion. Looking back, you were glad your date didn’t show. You deserved better than someone who thought the jokes you’d heard all night were the pinnacle of humor.
Cheers from the crowd around you pulled you out of your thoughts and back to the center of the room as the previous comedian could be seen waltzing off the stage. The announcer took his place at the mic, reading off the information for the next comedian in line. A disgruntled huff left your lips. The last thing you wanted was to stick around for another insufferable act filled with the same jokes. Besides, it was getting late, and you’d already waited long enough for a date that was never going to happen.
Getting ready to leave, you took one last sip of your drink and collected your things. You pulled out your wallet, fishing for a tip to leave the waiter, just as the announcer finished reading their script.
"For his whole life, was told that his purpose in life is to bring happiness and joy into this cold, dark world…Uh…Right. Everyone, please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!"
Your ears perked up at those words. That introduction was much more interesting than any of the others you’d heard. Still, you continued to search for the five-dollar bill you knew you had somewhere in your wallet, not paying any mind to the clapping around you or what was happening on stage.
That was, until he spoke.
"Hello, it’s good to be here." His velvety voice was laced with nervousness. He chortled, but it didn’t sound natural at all.
Forgetting about the tip, you glanced up at the man in the spotlight. Your heart unexpectedly fluttered in your chest as you observed the man —Arthur, was it?— closely.
He wore a merlot-colored vest over a white button-up shirt, paired with matching red slacks and brown loafers. His hair was slightly brushed back, little brown curls framing his face that stopped just a couple inches above his shoulders. Dark eyebrows highlighted a pair of eyes so strikingly green that you could distinctly see them from the back of the room where you were seated.
Arthur… He was certainly handsome. What concerned and intrigued you was the veil of pain over his smile and eyes and the underlying strain in his voice. There was something about him that drew you in —made you want to know more. Your wallet laid disregarded on the table as your eyes remained focused on him.
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Arthur swallowed back the growing lump in his throat. "Not now. Remember your practice." He repeated these words over and over in his head, begging the laughter not to take over again. He had performed this act once before a couple of months ago, but his condition had stolen the show from him, which left everyone laughing at him and not his jokes. He was embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but think, "What’s new?". Yet, after that failed performance, he somehow felt more determined to try again. He practiced and practiced any time he had the chance, often in the mirror or in his living room in front of an imagined audience.
He really felt like he had it down pat this time. All he had to do was get ahold of his laughter long enough to get through it.
Clearing his throat, he glanced down at the journal gripped tight by his trembling hands before looking back up at the audience.
"I h-hated school as a kid." One line down, and he only slightly chuckled. He made sure to smile like he rehearsed.
"My mother would say, 'You should enjoy it; one day you’ll have to work for a living.'"
Arthur could feel his throat closing up again. Sweat began to bead on his forehead from the stress and the hot stage lights above. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself before moving on to the punch line.
"N-No, I won't, ma’, I’m gonna be a comedian!" He held his arms out with a smile.
Scanning the silent audience, he began to feel his confidence crumble. As it did, the laughter became harder to suppress. He awaited his own doom…
A giggle could be heard somewhere in the distance. Arthur felt a bolt of excitement run through him, reviving his dwindling composure as he quickly began searching for the owner of the laugh amongst the dark sea of judging eyes around him.
Finally, they landed on you.
Arthur was immediately captivated by your beauty. You were all dressed up, your hair was done up nicely, and your radiant smile was pointed directly at him. You even laughed at his joke! Or were you just laughing at him like everyone else typically did? He wasn’t the best at reading people, but your smile seemed warm and your eyes friendly. And honestly, with your eyes locked on him in that very moment, he didn’t really care much whether he was misreading that or not. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something that drew him to you —made him want to keep making you smile like that.
Arthur took his newfound confidence and continued with his act, trying his hardest to illicit more of that wonderful sound you made earlier.
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For the first time all night, you laughed. Not even a pity laugh, like the few you’d heard sprinkled amongst the quiet. Arthur evidently had some sort of condition he struggled with, but despite that, he was genuinely funny. The more he continued with his act, the more you found yourself laughing. You didn’t even care if you were the only person in the room who found his jokes hilarious. They clearly had terrible taste, and dammit, you were actually enjoying yourself!
It seemed like after he and you made eye contact, his laughter subsided a bit, enough for him to get through things a little more smoothly. Even so, you still felt deep concern each time he seemed to choke on the laughter that forced its way past his lips. You had never heard of such a condition, but it was clear to you that his laughter was not voluntary. You found yourself admiring his bravery and persistence, even when he was continuously cut off by his painful laughter, and eventually, the announcer, telling him his time was up.
You felt your blood boil at the announcer for interrupting his act so rudely. The other comedians had been allowed to finish their full acts, even if they went over their allotted time. They just wanted Arthur off the stage.
A pang of worry hit you as Arthur’s laughter finally got the better of him and came out in full force. You felt the urge to leap out of your chair and help him as he buckled over with his back turned against the audience, covering his mouth as if trying to stuff the laughter back inside himself. You didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was, so instead, you clapped. Not once did you clap at the end of the other comedian’s acts that night. But Arthur, he made you truly laugh. If any one of them deserved praise and support, it was him.
You clapped loudly enough to fill the deafening silence in the room, standing up in your chair with a smile. Arthur turned his head to look at you, his lips tugging into a genuine smile that reached his eyes before he was abruptly taken over by another fit of laughter. Your eyes followed him as he quickly scurried off the stage, heading into the backstage area. Your heart tugged against your chest at the sudden absence of him, a sensation that confused you.
It couldn’t possibly be the spark you’d been searching for…right? You barely knew the man.
You didn’t give yourself any more time to think before you tossed a random bill onto the table and rushed towards the backstage area you had seen him vanish into. Your feet moved quickly down the stairs, your eyes scanning around for him. Stopping in an unfamiliar room, you found it to be filled with nothing but framed photos of popular comedians who had performed at Pogo’s and a TV hung in the top left corner by the stairs from which you came. It was quiet and empty, but there was a hallway ahead that you hoped might lead you to the person you were seeking.
This time, you hesitated before moving your feet. Was this weird? Creepy, even? All you wanted was to speak to him face-to-face. Tell him his act was great. But would a normal person come bursting through backstage all for that?
"Hey!" You jumped at the booming voice behind you. "Didn’t you read the sign? Performers only!"
You spun around on your heels, not even looking the person in the eye as you mumbled an apology before quickly racing back up the stairs and heading straight for the exit of the building.
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For days after, you couldn’t stop thinking about how ridiculous an idea that was. You were certain that if you did happen to meet Arthur then, he would’ve thought you were crazy. You didn’t know him at all. He definitely didn’t know you. All you knew of him was what you observed in less than 7 minutes of his act. You made eye contact a few times, he smiled at you, whatever. Nothing special.
So why was it that you couldn’t get him out of your head?
Weeks passed, and the thoughts of Arthur Fleck persisted. You went over the memory of him from that night about a million times. Not just that, you’d been catching yourself imagining what he was doing at any given hour, as well as what kind of person he was. The thoughts kept coming and coming, frequently hindering your focus and only growing louder in the darkest hours of the night. You were beginning to question your own sanity a little. Obsessively thinking about a stranger you barely knew surely wasn’t normal. You knew this, yet you couldn’t seem to separate him from your mind, no matter how hard you tried.
There was just something about him. The way he shined so brightly against the depressing gloom of the city, despite the odds stacked against him —that which you knew you’d only seen the smallest glimpse of. He was a rare gem in Gotham, and you felt lucky to have witnessed him in person. Your only regret was that you never got to officially meet him.
With Gotham being so largely populated, you knew the chances of seeing him again were slim to none. If only you hadn't missed your chance. You’d debated going to Pogo's again in hopes that you’d catch another one of his performances, but you lacked the time, money, and, quite frankly, the willpower to sit through any more of those other dreadful acts. You may have been bordering on crazy when it came to your interest in this complete stranger, but you weren’t THAT desperate.
So, you let him go. Tried to, at least. He still popped into your head frequently throughout your days, but you managed to accept the grief of never getting to know who Arthur Fleck truly was, telling yourself that he was probably not as special as you made him out to be in your head. Arthur Fleck was just a stranger you projected your deepest desires onto, making him out to be the kind of partner you’d always wanted to share your life with but could never seem to find out in the real world. There was no such thing as the ‘spark', the magical connection people always talked about in the movies and that your friends and family raved about. Maybe it was real for them, but not for you. Foolish, were you, to think otherwise…
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Arthur had been distracted lately, more so than usual. He frequently spent a lot of time in his head; contemplating life, crafting jokes, having conversations with himself, daydreaming scenarios that helped him cope with the harshness of his reality. But as of late, most of his mind had been consumed by one particular subject.
You.
He didn’t know you. Didn’t even know your name. But something about you left a lasting imprint on his mind for days, weeks after his last gig at Pogo’s.
Your beauty, your smile, the way your eyes perked up when they met his. Even at the far end of the dark room, you stood out so clearly to him. And the things he felt when he heard your laughter...he couldn’t possibly describe in words. Never had he been filled with such warmth from a stranger —and all you did was laugh at his jokes! Nobody ever laughed at his jokes.
Nobody, but you.
And you didn’t laugh at him once. He paid close attention to see if you would, all while hoping with everything he had that you wouldn’t. Instead, he was met with an expression filled with joy and kindness, and at certain moments, deep compassion for him.
If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have been able to get through his act. Your laughter was what kept him going and inspired him not to give up. That’s why he wanted to be a comedian in the first place. To make people laugh. To give people a sense of happiness that he himself had been cruelly stripped of his entire life. As Arthur had regrettably learned time and time again, most people found that sense of happiness in laughing at him, seeing him hurt, beating him down —but not in his jokes. Even his own mother didn’t think he was funny.
But you did. And that mean the entire world to him.
Since then, there was seldom a moment in which thoughts of you weren’t floating around his head. He pondered over everything he could remember about you. He imagined what you were like, what your name was, what made you smile, if you had a partner. He selfishly pretended you didn’t for the sake of the daydreams he created of you and him together, despite knowing that if you were to meet him, you’d probably want nothing to do with him. Hell, he wasn’t even convinced you were actually real. How could someone as perfect as you exist? Nobody in Gotham had a smile that bright. Nobody in Gotham would ever openly show him such kindness and warmth. It was impossible…right?
Arthur carried on with his life, knowing that you were likely just a part of his imagination, and he once again confused fantasy with reality. He had been watching too many romantic films lately, and it got to his head, that’s all.
But that certainly didn’t stop the persistent thoughts of you and the deep desire that you did really exist. That, for the first time, he had been truly seen by someone real.
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"Shit. Dammit. Come on," you cursed under your breath as you struggled to lock your friend’s car with one hand, all while performing a balancing act with an overflowing box of items in your arms and two bags slung over your shoulders.
You felt lucky to have such great friends —the kind that would let you borrow their car when you suddenly got evicted from your apartment. You weren’t feeling too lucky about that, but at least you had people you could rely on to help you through it.
It didn’t help that it was such short notice, leaving you scrambling to find somewhere else to live. Your friends had offered to let you stay on their couches while you searched, but as it turned out, there was only one place within reasonable distance of your job that you could afford, so your search didn’t last long. It wasn’t a great place, by any means. It looked to be practically falling apart, and it was in a terribly dangerous area of Gotham, but you would take that over being on the streets any day. Besides, it was cheap enough that you would conveniently save a few bucks a month. Not much, but it was better than not being able to afford the rent at all.
After successfully locking the car, you walked carefully towards the entrance of the apartment building. With how exhausted you were from frantically packing everything at the last minute, the last thing you wanted to do was take multiple trips to and from your friend’s car for some basic necessities. That said, you made a mental note to move your friend’s car to a safer location before the end of the day. Apparently, the area was known for a lot of car break-ins and robberies.
You walked through the entrance of the building, not having much time to look for where to go before you abruptly collided with someone in front of you, causing most of the items in your arms to fall onto the dirty checkered floor below your feet.
"God, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t really looking—I mean, I couldn’t really see where I was going, and I...I’m sorry," you said as you rushed to pick up all your belongings off the floor. Wanting to avoid witnessing the stranger judge your frazzled state, you kept your eyes glued to the ground and focused on putting things back together in a way that would allow you to carry it all again.
"It’s alright. I wasn’t looking where I was going either," the stranger responded. They seemed surprisingly understanding, something you were not used to receiving in the merciless city you resided in.
"Sorry. H-Here, let me help," he added, just as you noticed the familiar brown loafers on the stranger’s feet. Suddenly, the rest began falling into place.
Wait a minute…That voice. You knew that voice.
You shot your head up just as the stranger crouched down to help you pick up your things. Your eyes met in that moment, leaving you both frozen in place for an unknown amount of time as you each took in the familiar face of the person before you.
It was Arthur. The man you had been thinking about for an embarrassing amount of time. It had been almost a month since you’d seen his act at Pogo's, and thoughts of him still remained active in your mind all this time later, despite your many attempts to lock them away and forget about him.
The chances of you two seeing each other again were so very slim, and yet, there you were, crouched at eye level on the floor, staring at one another in shock. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you realized you had been blatantly staring at him for what would definitely be considered too long and scrambled to find something to say.
"You’re Arthur Fleck from—"
"You were the one who—"
You and Arthur laughed sheepishly, heat rising to your cheeks as you looked into each other's eyes.
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There was that laugh he’d been craving to hear all month. It filled his ears and soothed his soul. Even better, your speaking voice was the most heavenly sound he’d ever heard. The way you said his name was enough to have him on the verge of melting into a complete puddle on the floor, and it took all of his conscious energy not to do just that. He was surprised you even remembered him at all. ‘Memorable’ was not a word Arthur would even think to associate himself with. Arthur was invisible to much of the world around him. But strangely, miraculously, not to you.
Not only that…you seemed to be real. The fact that he was so shocked to find out you were the person he ran into pointed more to the possibility of you not just being a figment of his imagination. Never in a million years had he expected to find you in this dump, of all places.
"Y-Yes, that’s me. I’m Arthur." He nodded timidly. "Why are you here?"
"What a stupid question. You didn’t even ask for their name!" he thought. He tried to think of the right things to say in this kind of situation. He had imagined many scenarios of meeting you, but never like this. It became harder to breathe as he realized he had already said the wrong thing. Now you probably thought he was rude and a loser. Why did he always have to mess everything up?
Surprisingly, though, you laughed.
"I swear, I’m not stalking you!" You joked, putting your hands up in playful defense. "I’m actually moving in today." Arthur felt relief fill his being, but the threat of a laughing fit still loomed over his head. You were just so pretty, and perfect, and so much better than he had imagined. He would never forgive himself if he messed this up.
"I’m Y/N, by the way. It’s nice to officially meet you…I’m assuming you live here?" You smiled at him, radiating the same warmth he had received from you at Pogo’s all those nights ago. If he could bask in it forever, he would.
Y/N… Your name definitely suited you better than any of the ones he came up with in his mind. He avoided the temptation to repeat it aloud in front of you. He wanted to know what it felt like rolling off his tongue.
"Yeah, eighth floor," he said. "What floor are you on?" 
Your eyes grew wide, and you blinked a few times in what appeared to be shock.
"E-Eighth floor…"
Now it was Arthur’s turn to feel shocked. What a strange twist of events that seemingly led you both here. Arthur thought he’d given up on fate, seeing as his life had only been filled with one traumatic event after another, no matter how hard he tried to change things for the better. Either fate had a nasty grudge against him or everything was all random chance, and he just so happened to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. For Arthur, it was easier to believe the latter. At least that way, he still had some sense of control over his life. He’d take his chances in a battle against bad luck over some divine force that he surely stood no chance against.
As he gazed upon you now, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted once more. Maybe he was wrong about fate. Sure, it was his performance at Pogo’s that caught your attention, but Arthur certainly wasn’t the one that led you to being at the club that night, nor the reason that you were moving here —on the same floor of the apartment building he lived in, no less. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was a crazy coincidence, or maybe it was something more…
A glimmer of hope filled his heart as he smiled at you. Maybe you were real, and maybe fate was too. If all the terrible things he went through were the exact things required for him to end up here in this very moment with you, then it was all worth it to him.
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Arthur was surprisingly not much different than what you imagined him to be like. He was very sweet, and you found his timidity around you charming. Your heart fluttered every time he smiled at you. The smiles he presented you now were not veiled with pain like the ones you had seen from him on stage. They were soft and sincere, and they accentuated the wrinkles around his pretty green eyes.
You accepted his offer to help you carry your things up to your apartment. He claimed he was headed that way anyway, though you swore he had been exiting the building when you ran into him. The possibility of him dropping his plans to help you instead released a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
Arthur pressed the elevator button for the eighth floor, shifting the weight of the box in his arms as he did so. He had insisted on carrying both the heavy box and one of your bags for you, leaving you to carry a few smaller items and the other bag slung around your shoulder.
"I, um…I never got to tell you how much I loved your act! I wanted to speak to you afterwards, but…I guess I missed you," you said.
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that…" He shot you an apologetic look.
"Don’t worry about it." You smiled. "I’m just glad I get to tell you now. You’re really funny, Arthur. Funnier than all those other comedians, if you ask me."
Arthur’s cheeks turned a rosy pink as he looked down at the box in his arms, a big smile taking over his face. "Thank you. That means a lot."
The elevator door screeched open, and the two of you walked down the hallway of your shared floor, your conversation continuing on the way to your door. You both found yourselves walking slower to avoid the inevitable end of the moment you were so immersed in.
Something about the way Arthur spoke to you made you feel special. His tone was gentle, and his eyes held a deep curiosity for every word that you spoke in return. The more the two of you talked, the more comfortable you began to feel around him, and you could sense Arthur felt the same way; his previous nerves now diminished as he casually walked alongside you.
Eventually, you arrived at your destination, but that did nothing to cease your talking. Arthur amusingly pointed out the fact that your apartment was directly across from his and joked about bringing a shitty casserole to your place to welcome you to the neighborhood. You noticed Arthur’s face brighten even more as you laughed at this.
He even offered to help you gather the rest of your things and bring them into your apartment, which you happily agreed to —not only for the help but for the extra time you’d get to spend with him. You were ever so curious to know more about the mysterious Arthur Fleck, who had nearly consumed your every thought for so many days. He intrigued you more than anyone else you’d ever met, the bright light of his soul drawing you nearer like a moth to a flame.
It was at that moment that you finally understood. The spark you’d been seeking your whole life was neither a thing nor a feeling. It was a person.
Finally, you had found your spark.
And his name was Arthur Fleck.
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Saw this screenshot and needed to make a shitty renbino meme because it's radiating renbino energy for me :PPP
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psycho!noah au, what do the aftermath cast think? conversely if they dont know/dont see the show (isnt it implied to be canon in wt that they watch the show or atleast can?), how do they react to newly eliminated cast members telling them?
and then, at whatever point he gets eliminated or just whenever the cast sees him again, how do they react with that new info?
The justification I have for Noah remaining stealthed under his "stoic cynic" persona pre-reveal in this AU is a little convoluted, but I do have one. Vaguely. Which I'll try to outline here for continuities' sake.
So, to clarify; Noah only competes in Island and World Tour, just like in canon. Most things happen just like canon, with the exception of Noah lasting a little longer in Island so he and Izzy have more time to be menaces (I have no idea how I'll shift the elimination order to justify keeping him around, though). Noah's still eliminated fairly early and ends up on the Playa, where the other elimination fodder welcome him with open arms, because in Island they're only given access to the raw camera footage instead of the final cut!
I imagine it'd be pretty hard for a Brand New Show to have the manpower of a full professional editing team that can plan and prosecute the final cut of a whole ~20 minute episode in only three days (in-universe), so to keep the losers as in the know as possible in real time, they're given access to the same live camera footage Chris and Chef have, just without the confessionals.
Since the confessionals are, uh. Toilets. And no one wants to have 24/7 access to toilet stall footage.
Noah only ever really drops his ruse in the confessional, or around Izzy, so none of the losers have gotten the opportunity to see the real him in action; even when he is visible on camera, it's only during the stolen moments he shares with Izzy outside of challenges, wherein the two plot and scheme together like Pinky and the Brain. Given that the majority of them don't even bother to watch the live footage unless there's a challenge actively happening (or something else otherwise noteworthy), his true nature goes undetected amongst them as well.
And then, in Action, the show's budget and workforce increases. Suddenly, the editing team is thrice the size of Island's, and they are capable of providing a final cut of each episode within the span of 24~72 hours, allowing the show to air quicker. Which has the added bonus of allowing everyone in the peanut gallery access to the yet-to-be-aired episodes (instead of the live footage), keeping them up to date with the competition whilst also giving them the same perspective as the audience itself. Including people's confessions.
It's a good thing Noah didn't compete in Action, then. His mask of indifference lives on.
Then there's a year-long break between seasons, wherein Noah works under Chris as his personal assistant. Yada yada yada, World Tour happens. He knows that the losers are going to see his confessions. So now Noah has to choose between maintaining his persona at the sake of losing out on toying with the greater audience, or carrying on as he did in Island at the cost of revealing his 'true colours' (which, in this case, still isn't the real Noah so much as an exaggeration of his more deranged tendencies, since Noah's still essentially performing for the cameras; just with a different role).
Of course he goes with option two. He's primarily motivated by his own amusement- that was the reason for his whole charade in the first place.
(Alright, clarification over, time to actually answer the question.)
So the peanut gallery and steadily increasing number of World Tour Rejects are horrified when, in Noah's scattering of confessions- as he doesn't confess very often, so when he does it's a treat to himself and the audience- he mostly waxes poetic about how exciting each near-death experience the cast go through is, and all of the different ways he so wanted to cause the others harm (either in general, or themed around the challenges), being so much more expressive than anyone's ever seen him (concerningly so, to the point of it breaching the uncanny valley) and giddy over the prospect of performing Acts Of Incredible Violence against his castmates.
They're living in that same fearful anticipation the wider audience experienced through his tenure in Island; waiting for Noah to Drop The Act and fulfil his promises of brutal sabotage, if only to finally put an end to the constant looming threat of his self control snapping. They're horrified bystanders of a car crash waiting to happen (at least, they think they are. Noah's not actually gonna do any of the things he's suggesting, probably, but keeping the audience on their toes is one of his favourite games!) and each episode he features in is a test of both their patience and their own sanity.
Because, could you imagine watching your friends interact and be friendly with someone who (you think) is out for their blood, entirely unaware of the danger? that's literally what they're experiencing.
And Noah, because he's a little shit who thinks he's funny (he is), sometimes goes so far as to fake-out the audience by rearing up attacks against his castmates during challenges, only to shoot the nearest camera a wry wink and a sly smile as he carries on with the actual task at hand, the others none-the-wiser.
It becomes so concerning, in fact, that every new arrival is immediately checked over for any signs of injuries or Noah's Influence and hastily given the rundown on The Situation. Which is, more often than not, met with the same incredulity as Sierra's claims- until they're shown various clips of Noah's confessions, or the fake-outs and otherwise unhinged looks he teases the cameras with.
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For the second question; I have no idea. I'm still workshopping how people will react to Noah, and how Noah in turn will react to them. Post-reveal p!Noah will, eventually, disclose the fact that he's not as bloodthirsty as he portrays himself as, but until then it's anyone's guess as to how far he'll take the bit- and who could/will get hurt in the process.
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✦「Joker x Reader」✦
ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Joker
ᴡᴇʙᴛᴏᴏɴ║Windbreaker
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║21,730 
「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
❝ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ❞
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
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Now onto the smut :)
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Hey!"
The frosted blue basically white-haired male angled his head back at the noise, his gloaming silver eyes taking in the appearance of the person that dare call out to him.
His scowl deepened, the long scar from the corner of his lip down to his jaw stretching across his skin.
You huffed audibly, clearly out of breath as the speed of your legs ceased. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face and it wouldn't have seemed out of the ordinary if it were not for the clear liquid mixing with blood.
A cut or possibly a slit was visible on your right browbone, fresh and trickling thickly.
Joker didn't speak, remaining silent as he waited for what this person would want from him. A fight, or maybe someone had sent you off to get something from him.
He expected the worse, his hands already flinching into a fist with his feet planting firmly into the ground for support.
However, he didn't expect the response to leave your lips.
"Kiss me."
Widening his silver eyes his lips parted the slightest, disbelief taking over his mind that was ready to attack.
Joker was taken aback, believing that your words must be a sick joke to play him along. But your knees were trembling and your fingers flexing anxiously.
An obvious sign of fear yet you managed to look him in the eyes, something a few would ever do. Your gaze was firm yet desperate.
You were not scared of him nor did you visibly have any ill intent towards him. A pair of loud footsteps grew closer on the street the two of you stood on and he could see your shoulders tense and breath become stuck in your throat.
"Please, kiss me!" You once again begged while taking a step closer to him.
"What-" His words were cut off when your hands grasped the front of his white T-shirt and yank him down from his threatening 6'6 (201 cm) height.
Your lips met his before he could comprehend what had just transpired. His hands flew to your waist on instinct, holding you firmly in place as your scent began to waft into his noise.
He couldn't pinpoint what the fragrance was, all he knew was that it smelled sweet with hints of the fresh flowers.
The footsteps ceased which gained his attention and a few meters away stood a young blond man visibly enraged by the sight.
He too was out of breath, blood dripping from his bottom lip with his hands scrunching into a fist. "(Y/n)!" The man bellowed, spitting what he could only assume was your voice like poison.
Your hold on the Joker's shirt grew tighter as you flinched from the noise. Pulling away from his lips your lids slowly opened to reveal your (e/c) eyes began to blur with tears.
The frost-haired male swallowed thickly upon the sight.
"If you're going to kiss me then you better do it right." Joker declared while wrapping his arms tighter around your torso and pushing your chest against his.
This time it was him who connected your lips together and moved them fiercely. He could feel your body tense up from his sudden action however it didn't take long for you to respond eagerly.
Your hands migrated from his shirt to the soft fluff of hair on his head where your nails ran through and tugged on those soft locks.
He didn't taste it before but now that his tongue intertwined with yours he could taste the bitterness of coffee yet the sweetness of sugar.
Sucking on it lewdly he could faintly hear the soft mewls of your voice, humming in satisfaction. He gripped the back of your head and pushed you deeper into the kiss, harder against his body.
From the angle of your heads, he could see the man before that called out to you was seething, shoulders shaking with teeth-gritting against each other.
Glaring at the man with his smoldering silver eyes he observed the way the stranger flinched and sprang back slightly.
It didn't take long for him to leave, muttering to himself which left the two of you alone on that street. Once he was gone Joker sucked on your tongue again before kissing you harshly, biting on your bottom lip to hear one last mewl and pulling away.
His long arms dropped from your body with a fist lifting to his mouth to wipe away the saliva that dribbled down his chin.
Your hands fell to your heart as you attempted to catch your breath, slightly dazed and out of breath.
"There." He huffed and angled the front of his body to be turned away from yours. "Got rid of your little problem."
You inhaled deeply, filling your chest with air before standing with your back straight. "Yeah, thanks for that." You replied breathlessly while swiping at the blood onto your sleeve.
Joker grumbled for a moment before turning back around and continuing down the street with the dark rain clouds crackling.
One of his hands hid in the pockets of his sweatpants while to other reached to his lips, remembering the warmth - the softness - of your own against his.
It's been a while since he let someone touch him, to get so close like that before. You could have had ill intentions and used the moment of hesitation to strike him down.
However, he wasn't thinking, moving on instinct to hold you closer and showing you what it really meant to kiss someone.
Huffing audibly he dropped his hand to his pocket and reached for his phone, feeling it vibrating against his firm thighs.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Huh, I don't know anyone by that name," Wooin spoke once he removed the energy drink from his lips and raised one of his pierced eyebrows. "Why do you ask? Sungho say anything about them?"
Joker ran a hand through the fluff of frost blue hair on his head before traveling it along his dark undercut. "No, just somebody suspicious I met on the street earlier."
The leader of the Sabbath Crew hauled himself to his feet and slipped on his Gucci slides. His distinctive Tuscan yellow-tinted glasses slid down his nose as he reached for another lollipop from his pocket.
"If she's part of another crew then it would be best to find out who she is." He stated, shoving the sweet treat into his mouth.
Joker nodded his head, the two gold dangly earrings on his right ear brushing against his neck. "If so, I'll take care of her."
Wooin grinned while sticking out his pierced forked tongue, his eyes enlarging behind those tinted glasses that did nothing to hide the menace in them.
"Oh, I hope so. I want to see the look of desperation on all their faces." The sadist laughed and sucked on the loli. "I'll tell the Grim Reaper to find any information."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"(Y/n)." You glanced up from your clipboard and spun around in your swivel chair, coming face to face with the doctor.
"Yes, is there something you need?"
The brunet stepped in and placed a few packets on your desk. "I know your internship is almost over but I really enjoyed having you as my assistant. Hopefully, you wouldn't mind enrolling in the position again with your next year of college."
You couldn't stop the grin from forming on your lips even if you tried. "Dr. Hyun-Woo, it would be my pleasure to work under you again." Your hands traveled to the packets and traced your fingers over the old notes.
The middle-aged man grinned and patted your head. "I'm glad. By the way, are you okay? I didn't have a chance to ask about that wound on your brow." He quired.
One of your hands flew to the sterile cloth taped over the wound and cleared your throat awkwardly. "Yeah. It was an accident." You stated, attempting to laugh it off but the older man narrowed his petrichor optics.
"Hmm, alright but you should really be careful. I don't want to lose my most promising intern." He responded after a moment of hesitation and patting your head one more time.
His calloused hands migrated to rest in the pockets of his doctor coat as he made his way to the door. You observed his confident movements while he exited your office, leaving you in silence.
Inhaling deeply you slouched in the swivel chair and stared intensely at the colorless ceiling. It didn't feel great to lie to your boss but what happens in your private life should stay private.
And hopefully, if you just avoided the source of your stress it would be easier to breathe. He hasn't contacted you in a few days since he saw you kissing that stranger on the street.
You weren't really thinking when you kissed that man. The desperation to be away from him was stronger than your rational thinking and you did the one thing that you knew would drive him crazy.
Speaking of the stranger, one of your hands unconsciously rose to your lips. The powder blue-haired had surprisingly soft lips for his hard appearance.
The dagger tattoo on his right cheek and long scar were threatening enough to steer anyone away from him.
He could have been involved in a gang or been a criminal. You didn't know but at the time you didn't care.
Adrenaline coursed through your veins, your legs straining from running away. If only you pushed yourself a little father maybe you could have run into someone else.
But you could barely even run any longer and he was the only one there on the streets so you didn't even hesitate to use him for help.
You just needed to kiss him briefly, but he held your body with his long arms and took your breath away.
And when he intertwined his tongue with yours you could taste him. Like he ate an orchard of fresh apples that fermented to be strong of liquor.
You swallowed thickly, just briefly remembering the taste that had you yearning for more of it.
Slapping your hands over your warm cheeks you shook your head to free yourself of those thoughts. It was just a moment of weakness - of desperation - and something that most definitely would never happen again.
Hopefully, your ex-partner got the hint and will stay far away from you like you had been begging him before.
Glancing at the clock on your desk the time read a quarter past midnight. The night shifts tended to be your favorite, time seemed to go by faster when darkness took over the sky.
But recently, it felt as if it was dreading on.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Two weeks went by since the incident with the stranger and your days progressed normally. Sleeping during the day, working at the hospital at night till the sun rose.
There was not another incident with your ex and nowhere had you seen that mysterious stranger. It had to have been a good thing, he appeared dangerous and you didn't need any more violence in your life.
You saw enough of it in your childhood and even more at the hospital. It seemed as if the city was become overrun with brutality with the number of people that came in injured.
"Your shifts over."
flickering your gaze up from the monitor you smiled at one of the nurses and nodded your head. "Ah, I didn't even notice. Thanks for reminding me!"
The older woman nodded her head and left the main room as you stood up behind your seat at the receptionist's desk.
Sunlight had broken past the horizon and now drifted into the clear wide windows of the sanitarium. You felt its warm rays on your face and inhaled the clean scent of the sterilized building.
Heading to the changing room you switched out of your uniform and into regular civilians before leaving your place of work.
It was still chilly out, cool wind kissing your body through your clothes and permitting goosebumps to arise all over your skin.
Your breath was visible with every exhale and you took notice of it as you traveled down the streets to your apartment.
Cars and other vehicles drove past, the humming of their engine coming and going with every passing.
The thought of owning your own car sounded nice but they cost a considerable amount. You were already putting so much money into your college tuition and being an intern didn't provide as many funds as you would like.
You needed to save as much money as you could before you could even consider owning another vehicle. If your ex never towed that damn thing and completely obliterate it in that crash you wouldn't be walking alone like you are now.
Everything was always his fault, you put up with him for far longer than you should have. It felt weird not having him constantly around you but that was only because you had been with him for so long.
He didn't like it when you were out of his sight or away from him.
The sound of a screaming hub broke you from your thoughts as you glanced around to see the source of the noise.
Raging silver eyes met yours for a moment as the stranger skidded on his bike, sliding around your body that just barely missed you.
His tires burned at the friction of the concrete and abruptly the back wheel popped which sent the male forward.
The powder blue-haired man collided with the sidewalk as his back skidded against it. Your lips fell agape for a moment before you ran towards him on instinct and kneeled next to his fallen frame.
"Are you okay!?" You quired, hands reached out to his shoulders but he smacked them away as they were going to hurt him.
His black jacket fell upon his biceps to reveal his white T-shirt that began to blossom outwards with a thick red liquid.
Your lips pursed curtly together as you once again placed your hands on his shoulders. Even though your hands only touched him through his shirt you could still feel the warmth of his skin. "You're injured, let me help you."
He glanced up at you through his bangs and huffed audibly. "I'm fine." The man pressed but it was obvious you weren't going to take his rejection.
"Don't deny help, you know. You're bleeding profusely."
Standing to his feet the young male flicked your hold off his body and grunted as he reached for his Cinelli 2013 Mash Histogram bike.
He hauled the thing over onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing and started his way down the street away from you.
Your right eye twitched from his coldness before you picked up your backpack and rushed over to catch up with him.
"I have some spare tires so if you would just let me take care of your injury I'll change yours for free."
The unknown male halted in his steps and angled his head to glance down at your frame. You sucked in a breath from having to catch up and rolled your shoulders.
"You helped me before so let me repay you." You stated but he grumbled under his breath.
"I'm not into owing anyone favors." He replied which permitted you to slap a hand against the wound of his back.
His silver optics widened, his lips parting as his whole body tensed. Blood darkened his already ink-black jacket and you knew he must have scraped off so much skin it was down to the muscle.
"I don't care that you're a woman." He breathed and stepped closer to you, using his menacing 6'5 (195 cm) height to threaten you.
You swallowed thickly before exhaling audibly and placing a hand on his chest to push yourself away. His pectorals felt firm, burly even and you could only assume he was well built underneath his clothes.
"Come on, just let me help you. I'm not trying to get a favor from you, I'm trying to repay you for your help a few weeks ago."
The cool wind fluttered his soft hair, catching your attention as you watched it dance across his forehead.
He was handsome, too handsome.
Clearing your throat you pointed your hand down the street and inclined your head in that direction. "My apartment is just down the road over there. It won't take very long." You spoke while removing your gaze from his face.
Instead of replying with words he dwelled in silence and ambled down the sidewalk to your apartment.
A proud grin morphed on your lips as you scurried after the male and walked alongside him, having to walk faster than usual to keep up with his long legs.
It was a quiet walk, the two of you remaining tight-lipped while advancing to your home. Coming across the gate to your apartment building you inputted the code and opened it for the male to follow.
The lobby was silent, the security guard napping behind the desk which permitted you to chortle in your throat.
"That old man should retire already. Can barely even keep his eyes open for more than ten minutes." You jeered and glanced along the walls of mailboxes.
You took out your mail and newspapers before locking the small window and strolling over to the elevator.
It was awkwardly silent inside the machinery, his threatening build towering next to you. Your (e/c) eyes flickered over to his frame before you adjusted the straps of your bag.
"So...What's your name?"
He glanced down, his face portraying the same unemotional expression that he has never strayed from once.
"..." It appeared as if he was contemplating whether to tell you. "Joker."
"Joker?" You tested his name on your tongue before slowly nodding your head. Displaying a grin you turned your body to face his and held out your hand for him to shake.
"Nice to make your acquaintances...again. I'm (Y/n)."
Joker's silver eyes stared at your hand as if it was filthy. The bell to the elevator dinged meaning you reached the top floor and the male exited it first.
You swallowed strenuously at his coldness but pushed it aside and stepped out of the lift. The male followed behind as you led him down to the end of the hall where a chiffon white door rested.
Your hands reached for the electronic smart lock but you paused upon seeing dirty scuff marks where the deadbolt was.
It was unnerving, you don't remember the markings at all when you left last night. You glanced behind you down the hall before feeling Joker's burning gaze on your frame.
"Okay." You told yourself before turning around to face the door. "I just need to put the code in."
It was a long-digit code, something you changed right after you left your ex-partner. A ringing beep reverberated into the air as the red light glowed a shamrock green.
Opening the door you entered in first and held it open for the man to step inside your home. You could see him looking around, glimpsing at your furniture and decor, observing everything that was in his sight.
Good thing you had random motivation the other day to clean your residence, otherwise he would have seen a pigsty of a home.
"Here, you can place your bike there and we can deal with your wound first." You stated while slipping off your trendy shoes and stepping down the hallway to your bedroom.
Searching for the medical supplies that you stashed away in case of emergencies you didn't want to make the powder blue-haired man wait any longer.
When you came back into the living room Joker stood motionless in the entryway which permitted you to shake your head.
"What are you, nervous?" You jeered with a grin and reached your dining table. Kicking out a chair you glanced at him and directed your hands at the seat. "Come now, I don't bite."
Joker had no reaction to your words other than stepping up onto the wooden floor and approaching your figure.
He didn't even need to try, he just emitted a threatening aura and you knew it was his way of reminding you to not play any games.
Slipping off his jacket the man dropped it by his legs and reached for the ends of the shirt, pulling it over his head and holding it in his lap.
Your mouth fell agape, your eyes darting across every inch of his skin. His muscles were burly and well-defined.
His back was wide and his waist curved in to accentuate its width. Not only was he beautifully decked with muscles, but most of his skin was marked with scars.
Some appeared to be years old while others could be fresh as a month ago. Tattoo's covered all up from his wrist to his shoulders, delightfully attractive.
The wound that he acquired when he fell was definitely unappealing.
His epidermal layer had been skidded raw to his muscles, no longer oozing blood and scabbing over with fresh clots.
It was a miracle he wasn't flinching or whining from the pain because you were sure it must have been stinging like no other.
"Does it hurt?" You quired but the male merely grunted and flexed his back as he hunched over, his forearms resting on his thighs.
Rolling your eyes you reached for a disinfecting wipe and hovered it above his skin. "I need to clean it first. Let me know at all if I'm hurting you."
Its strong fumes had taken over the smell of your incense but you didn't mind it at all. It was a clean odor that reminded you of the hospital, your safe place.
Lightly you pressed it along the wound, Joker's back tensing with him inhaling a soft quiet breath. "I know it burns." You mumbled. "But you're doing really good, just a little longer."
It seems as though the soothing tone of your voice allowed for the male to relax his body. Not wasting any time you finished disinfecting the wound and made sure to soak up any fresh blood with a rag.
The injury was much larger than you anticipated so you placed sterile wrapping cloths against the wound and held it in place with white bandages.
You wrapped it around his chest, your fingertips grazing against his pecs and muscles on his ribs. He didn't appear to have much reaction but you could feel your face smoldering with heat.
It wasn't often you were able to heal or take care of such a handsome patient, more or less right here in your own home.
Crossing some of the bandages over his left shoulder you taped the end of it to the rest and placed the remainder of it in the medical bag.
"There, all done. Let me see if I have any clothes for you to change into, putting on an already stained shirt can get the wound infected."
You didn't wait for a reply, already assuming he wouldn't answer, and entered your bedroom again. With the size difference between the two of you, there weren't any clothes you had that could comfortably fit him.
The biggest you had was your favorite royal blue oversized sleeping shirt. Sighing you headed for the living room while humming to yourself.
When you entered Joker had stood to his feet, his back to you as he assessed his bare arms. His calloused fingertips danced across the tattooed skin before he turned his gaze to face you.
"Here, it might not fit the best since it's my shirt but it's the biggest I had."
Remaining silent the man grasped it from your hand diligently, grazing over your fingers slightly before bringing it to his chest.
He observed the plain tee, testing the texture between his fingers before dressing himself with it.
It just barely fit, the shirt almost skin tight with his muscles stretching the fabric to its limit. The heat on your face and ears felt like a fire was ignited underneath your skin.
You had to stop yourself from being a pervert and eye goggling his body.
Clearing your throat you began down the hallway to a storage room. "Anyway, I got some extra spare parts that my...my dad gave me. I'm pretty sure they'll fit your bike style."
Joker reached for his cycle while you took out a toolbox and the extra wheel. You sat on your bottom while the male kneeled, his large hand already reaching for a tool but you smacked it away.
"Hey there, I said that I would be fixing it so let me do it."
He stared down at you, face expressionless before he shielded his silver eyes behind his lids and exhaled deeply.
"Thank you." You hummed, grasping the wrench and undoing the bolt so you could extract the wheel.
Removing the dust cap you pressed on the nut and released any air that was left in the popped tire. Squeezing on it to get the last bit of air out you reached for a tire lever to remove the bead off the rim.
You worked in silence and it wasn't much of a bother but you couldn't help but want to start a conversation.
"So..." You started and grunted as you tugged the last bit of the deflated tire off the rim. "Do you race? These types of bikes are you mainly used for that."
Joker nodded his head, his eyes watching your hands work with not much interest in it.
Rolling your (e/c) optics at the lack of words you reached for the new tire and began working the bead onto the rim.
"Professionally or just in the prize matches?"
"Matches." He replied and even if it was just one word you managed to hear how deep and pronounced his voice was.
Humming you closed your eyes, reminiscing in memories while you worked with fundamentally muscle memory.
"My dad used to race in the matches before he got some sponsors that allowed for him to bike professionally. He taught me how to fix his cycle so I could help him when he needed it."
Joker glanced up from your hand to your face and sat down upon his bottom. "He still races?"
You cocked your head to the side, opening your eyes to look at the man. To have him ask a question first felt like an accomplishment and you displayed a small grin.
"Nah, got too arrogant, too jealous of anyone who biked better than him and it ruined his career." Standing to your feet you reached for the pump and dragged it closer. "You could be the best biker in the world but if you got a sh*tty attitude you can have the whole world turn on you."
Clipping the pump to the valve you began to pump air into it and the two of you watched the tire begin to inflate.
"This is a really expensive brand, you know. So take good care of it or I'll snatch it back like that show called Car Repo."
Joker clicked his tongue but the stitched scar on his left side twitched the slightest as he fought a grin.
"Do you bike?" He once again asked a question on his own accord whilst you finished the pumping and placed the dust cover back over the valve.
"Nope. Dad ruined it for me. Probably haven't ridden one since I was thirteen. I prefer to walk anyways, lets me take my time to observe the world around me."
Silence resumed in the air but this time it was much less awkward. You only needed to wrench the wheel back on and it took less than half a minute.
"And would you look at that, way better than what you had before!" Grinning at the satisfactory job that you did, you reached into the toolbox and took a sticker.
You glanced up and met the frost-haired male's gaze and waved your hand dismissively. "It's so you don't forget the kindness I showed you."
Oddly enough the words were a neon (f/c) that spelled out 'FIGHTING!'. You placed it on the top tube so every time he would look down your sticker would be there.
"Just in case you're racing and feel like giving up, you have a little encouragement."
Joker's expressionless face observed the smile on your lips before shaking his head and standing to his feet. His chest flexed against your shirt as he reached for the curved handle of his bike.
"Thanks." He muttered under his breath.
Your grin grew as you nodded your head and dusted your dirty hands on a rag. "You're very welcome, Joker."
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"What's with that shirt?" Wooin questioned, laughing to himself as he swiveled his tongue over a fresh lollipop.
Joker wasn't known for wearing tight clothes or any apparel that showed off his toned figure. Typically the male favored loose garments that allowed for him to move freely.
"It's nothing." He replied and stuffed a hand into his pocket.
The ebony-haired male furrowed his brows while stepping closer to his crew member. "You smell like a girl." He stated.
Remaining silent Joker stared down into those Tuscan yellow-tinted glasses with his expressionless face.
Wooin clicked his forked tongue and turned away. "I bet you were with that girl that you kissed. You got that dumb look on your face."
The frost-haired male rolled his silver eyes and sat upon the seat of his bike. "She's not part of any crew, I think she works at the hospital. Her ID card was left on her counter."
Sabbath's leader rose his hands upwards and pumped it in the air. "Woah, woah. Slow it down, you mean to tell me you were at her house?" He quired which prompted Joker to nod his head.
"My tire blew a flat and she offered to give me a new one for free."
Wooin glanced at the new tire and narrowed his eyes. "You think if I kissed her with tongue she'd give me expensive tires too."
Joker flung his gaze to the male, his silver eyes burning into his skin. "I'm joking!" He jeered and stuck out his forked tongue. "Geez, if you're going to be protective like that then just make her your girl already."
With another look from Joker, Wooin scrunched his nose and bit down on his loli. He spat out the paper stick and reached for his own bike.
"You got a fight tonight?" The ebony-haired man asked.
Joker nodded his head and rolled his shoulders, the joints cracking audibly. "A lot of money is riding on this one." He stated which permitted Wooin to grin sinisterly.
"Make 'em bleed, Joker. If you win maybe you could use some of that extra cash on that (Y/n) girl." The shorter male flicked his hat and grinned however the latter appeared unamused.
"Wooin, do you want to die?"
"If you're offering."
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Time passed by since Joker was at your home and you wouldn't have believed he ever was in your apartment if it wasn't for his forgotten jacket and T-shirt.
You washed it as soon as possible and thankfully the stains had come out, leaving both apparels clean and untainted.
The only reason you met him the first place was a coincidence and the second time was also a coincidence as well.
He seemed like someone you wouldn't meet if you were actively looking and you shouldn't be. You shouldn't have even invited someone so dangerous, mysterious into your home.
After everything that has happened in your life, you should have known to be more careful and cautious.
Just because you were physically attracted to him and you liked how his kiss took your breath away doesn't mean you should have lowered your guard.
Your ex-partner had once made you feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the world, the only one he ever would ever look at.
And now look how it all ended.
Groaning you hit fell upon your bed, face landing between your pillows as exhaustion took over your body. Your shift ended later than usual, the sun already marking its place high in the sky.
You were grateful for the blackout curtains you bought on sale, the gloaming darkness of your bedroom assisted in enabling you to welcome the sereneness of sleep.
Still, in your work uniform, you were too exhausted to change or shower. You would have loved to strip off all your clothing and only wear that oversized royal blue shirt but you gave it to the frost blue-haired male.
Hugging a pillow to your chest you stared into the darkness of your room and thought of him. You wondered if he had ripped it considering how skin-tight it was on his torso.
Hopefully, he had been taking care of his injury on his back and it was healing. That type of marking could leave a massive scar, his back was already so perfect the way it was.
"Ahhhh!" You squealed to yourself and turned onto your back, gazing at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling.
Joker was just a boy you had met only briefly and you knew nothing about it him. The physical attraction was strong and you couldn't help but yearn to kiss him again.
To feel his long tattooed arms wrap around your body and hold you close to him as if he was afraid you would run away.
The smell of a man - of him - was intoxicating, like you could just taste him on the tip of your tongue. Fermented apples soaked in liquor, something that made your stomach fulfilled and your mind hazy.
"Why are you always horny!?" You asked yourself aloud and sat up, feeling your heartbeat in your cl*t.
Exhausted you may have been before but now that your body began to burn with heat and yearn for the touch of a man - of Joker - you were awake as if you just consumed an energy drink.
A shower was in order, a cold one if you wanted to rid yourself of such thoughts and get some rest since you had another shift that night.
Stripping your clothes from your body and grasping a towel and robe from your closet, you sauntered over to your bathroom only to freeze when your smart lock buzzed.
Your brows furrowed with your lips pursing curtly. All of your friends were busy with work or wasted beyond belief, no one should be showing up at your door and the was only one person who could be trying at this time in the late morning.
It had to be your ex-partner.
Dressing in your robe you opened a suitcase from under your bed and snatched the handgun. You observed it for a second before snapping in the magazine.
The buzzer rang again and again, annoyingly persisted which promoted your right eye to twitch.
"I'm coming, stop ringing the bell!" You announced, your bare feet padding against your wooden floors.
Holding the weapon with two hands you peered at the camera on the smart alarm and instead of seeing that disgusting b*stard of an ex, it was Joker with an unknown ebony-haired male.
You raised your brows in confusion before swiftly unlocking the door and opening it abruptly. The two males glanced at your figure however all attention was drawn to the gun that was placed against the shorter male's forehead.
"What are you two doing here and how did you get in through the gate?" You questioned whilst your lips tugged into a scowl.
"Woah, you didn't tell me she was a bada**?" The unknown male told Joker as he rose his hand in the air.
You pulled the hammer down and switched the safety off. "Answer my question or I'll be blowing your f*cking brains out."
The ebony-haired man's lips pulled into a coy grin, his pierced brow lifting suggestively as he gazed at you through his tinted glasses.
"Well now babe, I wouldn't mind getting some mind-blowing head from you-" Joker grasped the man by his neck and forced him to bow, the veins atop his hands pulsating and protruding against his bloody knuckles.
Upon the sight of blood, you lowered the weapon and took the chance to examine their frames. Both of them were covered in dirt, their faces bruising and bleeding with other dark-colored contusions decorating their visible skin.
"What the hell happened to you both!?" You couldn't control the volume of your voice. Not even waiting for a response you ushered the two in and slammed the door behind them, locking it again.
Smacking the gun against the smaller male's head you forced them both to sit at your dining room table. "Strip off your tops so I can clean your stupid injuries." You uttered before leaving the two of them alone.
You hastily rushed back into your bedroom to place the weapon away and change into a pair of shorts and a light-washed sweater.
Returning back you made sure to bring your medkit and clean rags for all the blood. The two of them sat on opposite sides, stripped of their top layer revealing massive bruises and cuts that were for damn sure going to need stitches.
"Why didn't you two go to the hospital!? I'm not even a doctor yet!" You bellowed, plopping the bag on the wooden table.
"It was faster to come here," Joker responded while leaning back in his seat.
Your right eye twitched again as you directed your gaze on the ebony-haired male. He rose his pierced left brow and shrugged his shoulders. "It's as he said. I'm Wooin by the way."
Wooin had 6 visible piercings on his face: one on his lower lip and eyebrow and two on each of his ears.
He maintained his tinted glasses on his face while swiveling a sucker in his mouth.
His chest was well defined as well, proportionate to his 5'10 (177 cm) build. However even as fit as he was, he was nowhere like Joker.
"How did this even happen?" You quired before groaning and rubbing your temple. "I don't even know where to start..."
"We got into a fight," Joker stated cooly, his expressionless face maintained throughout the entire ordeal.
"And we won!" Wooin expressed, sighing dreamily as if he was reminiscing on the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Scrunching your noise and tugging their chairs closer to you did you pound your fist into their heads. Both of the boys gasped allowed, unprepared for the impactful contact that left them dazed for a moment.
"The h*ll is wrong with the both of you? I have seen - watched - people die being brought into the ER from fighting."
Remaining silent the boys kept their gazes on the ground as you snapped. "F*cking idiots!" You coughed and reached for your disinfectant wipes. "I have to give the both of you stitches! Trying to look like Frankenstein!?"
Wooin's lips parted as laughter rang into the air but he immediately ceased once he witnessed the intense glare from your (e/c) eyes.
"Wanna laugh, huh?" A glare of light glimmered in your optics. "I'll start with you first."
"Wait, ahh-" He hissed when the sterile wipe came across his busted lip and reached forward to grasp your wrist however he was stopped by Joker.
The frost-blue-hair male pulled his arms down against the table and remained hushed as usual but the glare in his silver eyes was menacing in itself.
It was a silent threat that if he so much as touched you he'd have to answer to him.
"Tch, you're annoying when you're love-struck." Joker kicked Wooin under the table. "Ow! Okay! I'll shut up now!"
Grateful for the shorter male's cooperation, you cleaned away the blood of every visible wound and bandaged every cut to the best of your ability.
However, Wooin's left waist had a gash deeper than a regular cut and required stitches.
"I don't have any fast working painkillers so how does Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany 192 from Poland sound? ABV 96%." You quired, lips quirking into a grin while the male simply stared at you with lips agape.
"Dude, your girl wants to kill me." He muttered while glancing at Joker which promoted another kick to his shin.
Portraying an innocent smile you left them in the living room and entered your kitchen, grasping two whiskey glasses and the heavy bottle.
"You're both going to need some so I hope you're not drinking on empty stomachs~!"
Wooin turned to Joker who turned to him. "We're going to die."
Smacking the back of the shorter male's head you undid the cap and poured a glass for him to take.
"While you're preparing to down it all I'm going to ready the suture needle and strings."
Like a professional, there wasn't any time wasted as you prepared to stitch the wound close. Wooin shot back the glass like a pro himself, cringing from its strong taste as the contents of it already made his stomach heavy.
"Oh woah, I'm drunk as f*ck." He declared eyes gazing at the ceiling whilst he barely even registered you suturing his wound shut.
Only a minute or two must have passed as you finished and tied the minuscule knot at the end. "That should do it. Hey, Hey!" You snapped your fingers in front of the dazed man you giddily laughed to himself, his face flushing with ruddiness.
"You need rest. Can you help me lift him up and put him on the couch, Joker?" You asked the taller male.
He stood his feet and scooped the other by his waist, thrusting him over on the sofa with a lack of care. Once the ebony-haired man rested on the soft cushions he hummed to himself in satisfaction and swiftly began to doze off.
His soft snores filled the room which promoted you to roll your eyes. "He's funny." You mused and the male snorted.
Joker set himself back into his chair and leaned a tattooed arm back over the backrest. You observed the way his muscles flexed and tugged against his skin.
The bruises and contusion along his body were dark, contrasting against his pale complexion. His lip wasn't busted like Wooin's however, his nose was bruised and dried blood dripped from his nostrils.
"You look like a mess, Joker." You stated with a much more soothing tone of voice. "How does a big strong man like you get all beat up like this?"
Joker's lips were tightly lipped, his gaze fixated on the table as if he was contemplating his response.
A few moments passed by with silence so you expected him not the answer but he spoke aloud and rose his gaze to meet yours.
"I fight - in the underground cage fight." He rolled his shoulders so the joints popped. "It's good money, pays for my brothers' education."
Your hands halted above the disinfectant wipes, taking in his words carefully before glancing up to look at him.
"Some of the guys that lost their bets wanted their money back after the fight, Wooin got caught up in it since he came to watch."
It made sense why his body was already covered in scars, marked with imperfections in his smooth skin that you thought was enthralling.
An older brother sacrificing a lot for his younger brothers was rather poetic, heroic too.
Not being able to think of any appropriate response you nodded your head and turned to his body. "I see." You murmured.
Joker's body tensed the slightest bit upon the sterile wipes but forced himself to relax so he didn't make your job any harder.
Being so close to him again, smelling his cologne, and feeling the warmth of his skin wafting onto yours was intoxicating.
You weren't the one drinking however you felt inebriated by his presence. Swallowing thickly you bandaged and wrapped his wounds before reaching towards the alcohol to pour a glass for the stitches you needed to perform.
"Bottoms up, Joker."
He washed around the clear liquid in the glass before exhaling deeply and down the contents of its in one gulp.
His adam's apple bobbed, the veins on his neck protruding against his skin from the burn whilst his fingers dug in the glass.
"I know you can handle pain but the gash on your shoulder is pretty deep." You expressed soothingly, ringing out a cool rag to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "I also know we don't know each other well but regardless I still don't like to see you in pain."
Allowing time for the alcohol to work its magic you decided to wipe away another dirt or scuff mark so he was virtually clean of the mess.
Your body was in between his spread legs, his firm tights engaging your own as he laxly sat on your chair.
With some time passing by you decided that it was time to suture the wound close. You used a different sterilized needle and began sewing the surgical thread
At first, he seemed unaffected but once the needle dug a little too deeply he inhaled a profound breath with his hands flying to hold onto your bare waist.
Your shirt had been riling up from your previous movements which left your tunny and waist visible. With his warm calloused hands grasping your body you almost forgot to breathe.
That tight grasp, the pads of his fingertips pressing into your flesh sent jolts of pleasure across your body.
Your heart must have skipped a beat with the way you had to swallow thickly and breathe a little louder than usual.
"It's okay, you're doing really well and I'm almost done." You responded under your breath. "Do you want another drink?"
Joker nodded his head, his golden dangly earing grazing his neck and clinking together.
Nodding your head you carefully held the needle with your tweezers and poured less than before considering it was such a strong liquor.
The frost-haired male reached for it swiftly and downed it as if he couldn't live another second without it. He groaned quietly, his chest rising before falling from his deep inhale.
You could smell the vodka off his tongue and it was as if it was getting you drunk, like second-hand smoke.
His hand returned to your waist as he swallowed thickly and leaned his head back, his silver eyes shutting to the world as he controlled his breathing.
In your hastiness to answer the door, you didn't place on a bra which left it easy for anyone to see your hardened nipples through the thin cloth.
You were thankful that the male had shut his eyes, the embarrassment of him seeing such a lewd thing would have driven you mad.
And they only grew harder when Joker's thumbs subconsciously drew circles along your skin, close to your navel before dropping so low to the hem of your shorts.
Was the god(s) torturing you, punishing your disobedience from your premarital s*x, and drinking?
You didn't want to rush but you needed to take that shower to cool yourself down. A little nymphomaniac you were and it sucked that you were in this dilemma.
Finally, after what felt like forever you finished the suture and tied a knot at the end. Swiftly turning around to hide your breast, his hands fell from his body while you put away your medical applications and collected the dirty clothes in a toxic disposable bag.
You were about to step out however those familiar large hands seized your hips and pulled you backward.
Your bottom landed in Joker's lap with his arms entrapping your midsection to hold you close to him.
A gasp of surprise left your lips, dazed at the action and unfocused until the man grasped the back of your head and turned it so you could face him.
His silver eyes stared down at so intensely, you felt as if he could see everything. All of your insecurities and vulnerabilities, both physical and mental.
"You smell so good." He voiced in such a low coarse tone it went straight to your cl*t. The alcohol had clearly taken its effect and influenced his actions.
Your lips parted to speak but the words evidently became stuck in your throat. The predicament you were in was testing your morals and you didn't know whether to give in.
"Mind tasting me on your tongue one more time?" He quired and you watched the scar along the left side of his face twitch from his minuscule grin.
F*ck morals, you were giving in.
Grasping his warm cheeks you pulled him down to your lips and the two of you wasted no time ravishing in the taste of the other.
The alcohol was so strong on his tongue you were already falling to its effects. It was obvious why the vodka remained unopened, a gag present you received for your birthday that everyone knew you wouldn't touch.
Your tongues intertwined with each other, fighting for dominance that you utterly lost against. He sucked on your tongue lewdly, tasting coffee and sugar once again that filled his empty stomach.
One of his hands snaked under your tank top, slithering up to your bare breast and grasping one in his heated palms.
"A-Ah~." It was a quiet moan that had his d*ck harden underneath your bottom. You felt him bulging right up against your c*nt and you unconsciously pressed down on it.
He huffed against your lips and trailed his tongue to your neck before clamping his mouth around the soft flesh.
He sucked and nipped at it, breaking apart the capillaries below and gifting you a few dark-colored hickeys's the size of a softball.
It took everything in you not to cry out from the pleasurable stinging, instead, you focused on your breathing that became labored and erratic.
You were getting wet, you just knew it and you were sure the male could tell with the way his sweats drenched where your c*nt pressed down against him.
His fingers tweaked at your nipple, your body jolting and pressing harder against him as he migrated his lips back to your own.
Kissing back feverishly you ground against his growing bulge that was becoming ever so stiff beneath you.
Your whole body felt hot - flushed - and more frantic than ever.
"Woah! You both look so desperate it's turning me on!" The sadist hollered which stole both of your attention.
Your heads whipped to see the ebony-haired male grinning, his cheeks flushed as gazed at the two of you through his tinted glasses.
For a moment you were frozen from Wooin's sudden words but once the weight of the situation was situated in your brain you basically flew off of Joker's lap.
"I'm going to take a shower, you pervert!"
You ran out of the living room and slammed the bathroom door shut, the apartment once again being enveloped in silence before Joker turned his head with jerking movements to face Wooin.
"What?" The shorter male questioned.
"Let's head outside so I can kill you."
"W-Woah!" He slurred and sat up, waving his hands frantically. "You two didn't have to stop, I was enjoying it."
"Never mind, you're dead now."
"H-Hey, Joker-Ow!"
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Stepping out of the cold water and wrapping yourself in your robe you inhaled deeply. The cold water did wonders for controlling the heat and you felt clean and fresh.
One thing was for sure and that sleep was going to hit differently.
You exited the bathroom and stepped out into the living room. Wooin had a prominent black eye, visibly passed out on the couch in an awkward position.
Joker rested on the love seat, his back resting against one of the armrests with his legs dangling off of the edge.
No wonder it was oddly silent, the two resting from what must have been an eventful night and that strong liquor making them fatigued.
You couldn't help but smile at the sight, it's been a long time since you had people over. Your ex-partner would rage at the thought of anyone coming over, woman, man, and even non-binary's.
The control freak isolated you from everyone you once knew and made it to where your life revolved around only him.
Well, not anymore.
Entering your bedroom you wore an oversized anchor grey shirt with short soot-black shorts. You scoured through your closet, grasping two thick blankets before strolling into the living room.
Dimming the lights you ventured over to Wooin's sleeping frame, covering him in a blanket before moving over to Joker.
You opened the blanket to lay it on his large figure but he groaned aloud and glanced up at you. He sat up slowly, his chest still bare of his shirt as he scratched at his dark undercut.
"Sorry...for earlier."
For this cold man to apologize it felt as if the sky had fallen.
Shaking your head lightly you gave him a small grin. "No, it's okay. I liked it." He didn't say anything to words, just staring with his intense eyes that had you clearing your throat.
"The uh, the love seat is really too small for you. As long as you promise not to do anything...well you can sleep with me in my bed. It'll be a lot more comfortable."
He hummed, standing to his feet with slow movements so you could watch him grow with every inch until he stood to his full 6'6 (195 cm) height.
That intimidating but also alluring stature worked to his advantage most of the time.
"You think I can keep such a promise?" He questioned under his breath while bringing a finger to lightly graze against the large dark hickeys on your neck. "When you lay next to me and look at me with those eyes?"
You hummed at his words and rose the blanket so it could press against his chest. "Unless you want me pulling out my gun on your d*ck you won't do anything against my wishes."
He leaned down from this towering height and placed a lingering smooch on the bruises he created. "I'm a man of my words." He whispered in your ear, his warm breath fanning your labyrinth. "And if I say I won't touch you against your will, I won't betray my promises."
You rose a hand to push his face away and stuck out your tongue. "Stop, I took a shower already. Now hurry up, I have to get up and go to work soon."
Joker followed after you to your gloaming bedroom that was dark from your back-out curtains. You crawled onto your bed and flopped back against your favorite side.
The frost-haired male carefully crept onto the mattress, the smell of your laundry detergent and fabric softener flooding his senses and becoming a relaxing fragrance that brought about his heavy exhaustion.
He managed to cover both of your bodies with the comforter which was gladly welcomed in the air-conditioned apartment.
Remaining on his side he observed your figure relaxing with your back turned to him. Your hair rested on the pillow and in the faint light he could make out the contusions he created and marked your skin.
The sight was something that made him feel rather proud but also frustrated. He wanted to go farther however Wooin's sudden awakeness had frightened you which left the two males alone.
He reached out a hand to follow the curve of your waist and hips before he found himself pulling your frame against his chest and holding you in a firm clasp.
"Joker." You had called out to him in a groggy voice.
"Hmm." He hummed, shutting his silver eyes as the weariness took over his body.
"Sorry for yelling at you earlier...I'm not the biggest fan of violence but what you do for your brothers is extremely selfless. Do what you need to do but-" Your hands migrated to rest above his. "-Don't put yourself in seriously bad situations. I'll be sad if I had to lose you. So don't die, okay?"
Joker kissed the top of your head and ran his calloused fingertips over your bare stomach.
"Okay."
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"Invite her to the race tonight."
Joker glanced up from his apple and removed the fruit from his succulent lips. "No." He stated without a moment of delay.
Wooin huffed as he sat upon the park back and kicked his foot to rest on his bicycle seat. "Come on, man. You can impress her by annihilating the other team and winning the match. Maybe you can even use the prize money to get her a gift."
"No." The frost-haired male didn't even budge and resumed eating the fruit in his hand.
"Don't be f*cking lame, bro." He glanced up at his friend through his Tuscan yellow-tinted glasses and rested his hands behind his head. "It's already been a couple of weeks since that time she fixed us at her house and you didn't even give her your number. She could have moved on."
Wooin flung his head forward to avoid the hurling apple that was thrown his way and laughed to himself.
"Come on now, no need to get all pissy. You're lucky I snagged her number when the two of you were cuddling in her room."
"And you're only telling me this now!?" Joker remarked while standing to his feet.
"Well, I forgot," Wooin exclaimed before taking out his cellular device. "You should have been man enough to do it yourself."
He clicked on his contacts before wagging one of his fingers suggestively. "I'll only give you her number if you let me watch you f*ck the sh*t out of her."
"You wanna die, Wooin?"
Sticking out his forked tongue the shorter male turned his phone around to display your number and Joker added the contacts to his device.
"I'm only playing. It's not every day you get to see The Joker all hung up on a girl-"
"It's not like that," Joker interjected but the other male simply clicked his tongue.
Standing to his feet Wooin placed another lollipop in his mouth and swiveled it around. "You were sucking on her neck like she was candy."
The frost-haired male raised a clenched fist in a threatening manner however the shorter one just laughed to himself.
"Why are you mad at me, I'm right!"
Ignoring the Sabbath Crew's leader, Joker set himself on his bike and rolled himself back and forth as he contemplated what to text.
"She's probably not even going to answer and she works the night shifts so she's most likely sleeping." He mumbled to himself.
Wooin leaned over to glance at the phone and shrugged his shoulder. "Don't cut yourself short, bro. I think she genuinely likes you."
Remaining silent he pondered on what to say.
He typed a short sentence at first but quickly deleted it, remarking it as cringe. Typing and deleting multiple sentences he was wasting his energy before finally he just decided on one.
+82 XX XXXX YYYY
Hey, this is Joker. Wooin snagged your number back at your apartment and I just got it.
Grumbling to himself he sent it the message and started at the checkmarks before turning it off and stuffing it in the pockets of his sweats.
"Damn, I was the one getting anxious just watching you struggle. You're acting like a virgin." Wooin remarked which promoted Joker to slap his hand down on the shorter male's hat and knock his tinted glasses off his face.
Opening his mouth to speak the sudden vibration against his thigh stole his attention. He swiftly pulled out his cellular device and unlocked it.
And to his surprise, it was a message back from you.
(Y/n)
Hey! Sorry for replying so fast but I was just about to go to sleep. What's up? Do you need some medical help or something?
A sigh of relief left his lips and responded back almost too eagerly. He began to become a bit anxious as he typed out his next message and his throat tightened from the possibility of being rejected.
+82 XX XXXX YYYY
No, I'm going to race tonight for once and Wooin said I should invite you. We're going to eat before then though.
"You're sweating," Wooin commented while swiveling the lollipop in his mouth and scrolling through the new message his boss sent him.
Joker merely ignored him and stared at his screen, his thumb hovering over his device. A minute or two passed before he saw the bubbles in the corner pop up to indicate you were typing.
(Y/n)
Wow, you're actually inviting me out with you two. Warming up to me now? 😜😜
I'm down for some food if you're paying and if you're going to race then don't embarrass me and lose. :)
The frost-haired male laughed in his throat and released his tensed shoulders. Leaning his arms over his curved handlebars he typed carefully.
+82 XX XXXX YYYY
I'll send you the address of the restaurant, we'll be there around 630.
Once he glanced up from his phone he observed Wooin's lips stretching into a coy grin, his forked tongue sticking about.
"You're blushing! You really are love-struck." He spoke while laughing to himself. Joker clicked his tongue swiped his soft bangs out of his eyes.
"Shut up, it's not like that. Now, what does Sangho want us to do this time?"
Peering up at the taller male through his tinted glasses, his grin grew sinisterly. "Special delivery."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
His fingers flickered between the keys on the keychain whilst his silver optics stared out the window, observing every car and pedestrian that passed by.
Resting his chin in the palm of his hand he glanced down at his phone screen and tapped it on.
No notification.
He sighed audibly and leaned back in his seat, his fingers intertwining on the table.
"We literally came ten minutes early, your desperation is not appealing right now," Wooin uttered while chewing on the last remnants of his lollipop and spitting the stick out the window. "Girls usually tend to be late if they're dressing up for a date."
"It's not a date," Joker interjected. "You're here."
The ebony-haired man rolled his eyes behind his tinted glasses and leaned back in the booth. "Why are you so reluctant to just admit you like (Y/n)?"
Joker crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. "I don't like her. This isn't high school." He pressed.
"Then you just wanna f*ck. You're going through an awful lot of trouble for some p*ssy." Sabbath leader voiced and reached for another loli.
"Hey, sorry it took me so long!"
The two males jumped in their seats from the sound of your voice and flung their gaze towards your direction.
You stepped over to the table and allowed them to observe your figure. Trendy clothes that fit your body well, a black choker around your neck, and make-up adorning your face.
Your hair was styled with a small golden dragon clip in it.
Sliding into the booth seat next to Joker, you placed your backpack between your feet and clasped your hands together on the table.
The two males remained silent which prompted one of your brows to raise curiously. "You guys okay?" You questioned.
Wooin coughed and nodded his head, muttering a quiet 'yeah' as Joker merely grunted while shifting his gaze to the open window.
Nodding your head slowly at their odd behavior you reached for a menu and opened it. "Have you guys ordered yet?"
"Nah, we were waiting for you." The ebony-haired male replied.
Joker reached for his menu and glanced down at it, his eyes attempting to remain on the words but they slowly drifted over to your frame.
You looked...You looked really good.
Your facial features that he had only ever seen bare were now pronounced by your makeup. It was pretty, you did a good job.
"Is something on my face?" He heard you ask and he realized that he had been staring for a considerable amount of time.
He swiftly turned his head away to look down at his menu. Wooin bit his lip to stifle a laugh that only had Joker kick his shoes against the shorter male's shin.
"Ow, f*cker!"
Joker gave the male across from him a warning glare before glancing back down at the words on the paper.
It didn't take long for the waitress to arrive and ask what refreshments the group desired.
"Soju." You murmured, continuing to glance through all the options. Wooin announced a low 'same' while Joker merely raised his hand to indicate he wanted the low percentage alcoholic drink.
"Are ready to order or do you need more time?" The waitress quired.
"I'm ready, how about you guys?" You questioned, glancing up at the two males. They nodded their head absentmindedly so you turned back to the waitress and pointed out one of your favorite meals.
Wooin pointed over to a meal and read it off for the waitress who hummed in acknowledgment before turning her gaze to Joker.
Once her eyes connected with frost haired male she swallowed thickly, his intimidating gaze making the back of her neck sweat.
She quickly turned her gaze to her iPad and cleared her throat. "A-And you, sir?"
He wasn't even in the mood to eat anymore, he barely could manage to read the menu to pick anything out.
"Whatever she's having." He murmured under his breath and reached for his phone. The waitress quickly left once she received everyone's orders which left the three of you to yourselves.
A message popped on the Joker's screen, a text from Wooin.
Adrenaline Junkie
'It's not like that' my f*cking a**
🙈🙈🙈
You're such a simp
His silver eyes flung across from his phone at a grinning Woojin, his forked tongue sticking outwards and he spun his sugary sucker on the extremity.
Joker pursed his lips, scratching at the scar on the left side of his face before turning off his phone and placing it down on the table.
Glancing over to your frame he witness your brows furrowed and your eyes narrowing at your phone screen.
He raised an eyebrow at your uneasy expression and moved his leg so it could knock against yours.
You glanced up from your phone and quickly turned it off, displaying a smile that could easily be seen twitching downwards.
"It's nothing. Just some annoying pest that won't leave me alone." You answered.
"Really?" Wooin asked, his expression morphing into something much more sinister. His sharp eyes narrowed behind his tinted glasses, his forked tongue sticking about to display his tongue piercing. "Want us to get rid of them?"
You opened your lips to reply however the words became stuck in your throat once you observed Joker's expression.
His eyes appeared dangerous, his jaw clenched with his lips tight against each other. One of his hands turned into a fist atop the table and the veins protruded against the skin.
Letting out a peal of laughter you shook your head to de-escalate the hostility and stuffed the device in your back pocket.
"Nah, don't waste your time on someone like him - Oh look, our drinks are here!" You reached for your Soju bottle while the waitress placed shot glasses in the middle of your table.
"Your food will come in a few minutes." The worker announced before dismissing herself.
Unscrewing the cap you began pouring drinks for the three off you and cleared your throat once you were done.
"A shot for luck, although I have a feeling you won't need it, Joker."
His throat tightened at hearing his name as he reached for the glass along with his crew leader. The way you looked at him, grinning with glimmering eyes had his stomach swirling with a heavy sensation.
Joker brought the soju drink closer to himself and observed his distorted appearance in the liquid.
He was right, you were dangerous.
"Bottoms up," Wooin announced as the three of you simultaneously threw it back in sync.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Observing Joker leaning back on his back, his long legs holding up his bike while they waited for the race to start.
The sun had already set, the abandoned printing factory lit up by neon paint and glow-in-the-dark accessories. People were already raving with the band on stage warming up with practice vocals.
You leaned over the fence and glanced up at Joker who was slipping on his grey racing gloves.
"Hey."
He peered down from his hands to your face where you gave him a smile on your glossy lips. "Good luck and be careful."
The frost-haired male hummed as he reached out and placed one of his large hands on the top of your beanie.
His face was expressionless as ever but there was a glint in those silver optics. Your grin couldn't help but grow from his action, warmth setting on your cheeks that burned beneath your skin.
"Okay lover birds, the race is about to start." Wooin voiced while stepping forward, his hands hidden in the pocket of his sweats.
Joker turned to glare at the shorter male while you merely looked away and pushed off the fence so his hand fell from your head.
The monitor on the wall behind the band turned on, the riders visible on the screen with the host announcing the prize and contestants.
When the camera shifted to Joker he kept his gaze forward, unaffected by everyone's eyes on him. He looked so cool from the angle, his jawline prominent with his dangly earrings clinking together.
"You're drooling," Wooin murmured.
"What?" You asked with your hands flying to your lips only to feel nothing but your gloss. Scrunching your nose you whipped around to face the crew leader who was grinning at you.
He reached into the pocket of his snakeskin jacket and pulled out a lollipop. "Here, help distract you from your horny thoughts."
"Wooin!" You snapped, the heat on your face growing hotter even on that chilly night. The ebony-haired man simply laughed aloud and pressed the candy into your hands.
"Come on, it's starting."
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the two of you stepped over to the finish line where another enlarged monitor stood on a stand.
People could be heard making bets in the background as the music raved on, loads of money that you could only dream of receiving on a paycheck were put on Joker.
Somehow pride swelled within your chest, your lips twitching into a grin as you shifted your weight on one foot and leaned into Wooin's embrace.
As soon as the announcer started the rest of the contestants pushed off with incredible speed. There was a crowd of cyclists biking at the same pace with only a few ahead.
Your eyes immediately latched onto the vibrant neon number tag that was placed on Joker's windbreaker and he appeared to not have even broken a sweat.
He was way ahead of his appointments and he was even easily twisting around curves and unsteady gravel with one hand stuff in his pants pocket.
The frost-haired man was a lot cooler than you had imagined before.
Your phone vibrated in your back pocket, jolting you out of your though as you reached for it and turned it on.
Private Number
WHERE ARE YOU
You knew exactly who it was and scowled at your screen. He was annoyingly relentless and no matter what you say he would never listen.
The best thing to do was ignore him so you were about to turn off your phone but another message popped up.
Private Number
YOU LEFT YOUR LOCATION ON
Sweat began to drip down the back of your neck and dampen your hair.
Private Number
WHOSE THAT HOLDING YOU?
CHEATING ON ME WITH ANOTHER PIECE OF SH*T ARENT YOU!
IGNORE ME AGAIN AND YOU WON'T LIKE WHAT I'M GOING TO DO
SO TURN AROUND
Inhaling a shaky breath you ambled your head back and through the crowd, you could make out his recognizable fern green eyes.
Air became stuck in your throat as the blond tilted his head to the side and began trekking out of the factory.
This was it, you were tired of him. Tired of him still having a grasp on your life even when you kicked him out and broke up with him.
You were finally ready to move on and experience the freedom you never had. He needed to know that he didn't have his claws in the back of your head anymore.
"Hey, I'll be right back." You shouted over the music and removed Wooin's arm from around your shoulder. Not waiting for the male's reply you maneuvered past the crowd to the exit doors.
Chilled air caressed your skin, the music muffled in the background as you pulled your jacket tighter around your body.
"Alright, I'm here, Junsu!" You announced.
A rustling could be heard before the man kicked himself off the wall and stepped closer to you so he stood under the lamp post.
Scoffing you crossed your arms underneath your chest and stood firmly on the ground. "What do you want?"
The tan male clicked his tongue, his fingers tightening around the phone in his left hand. "I want you to stop acting like an sl*t and cheating on me. I deserve an apology from you."
"Huh!?" You snapped and cocked your head to the side. "Apologize? To you? You're the b*stard that cheated! We broke up months ago but you're the one that's still constantly harassing me! You owe me a f*cking apology!"
Junsu scowled at your words and stepped forward so his tower height could appear more threatening but it was nowhere like the frost-haired male's.
"I never agreed to us breaking up. You're the one that threw all of my shit out of our apartment-"
"My apartment!" You interjected and pointed a finger against his chest. "Only my name is on that damn lease, I was the only one that paid rent. You lived like a f*cking bum not doing sh*t but cheating and sleeping!"
His hand flew to your throat where he grasped it in a firm hold and lowered his face to be in front of yours. "Don't act as if you weren't flirting with all those guys behind my back. I treated you like a f*ckin princess and you wanted to be ungrateful about everything I did for you. I should have disciplined you better, I should have hit you harder."
Your nostrils flared as you snapped your leg out and connected it with his d*ck as hard as you could. He wheezed audibly, his hold on your throat loosened enough for you to pull away,
Pivoting on the balls of your feet you attempted to run back into the factory but your wrist was snatched. The blond yanked your body backward which caused you to tumble to your knees and scrape them against the rocks on the dirt path.
"Ow!" You exclaimed only to choke on your words when he grasped your lower jaw with his hands and haul you to your feet.
He slammed the back of your head against the walls of the factory with his body pressing right up against yours.
The pain from your crown making contact with the metal walls left you dazed, unable to think as you attempted to collect yourself.
His hands could be felt tugging at the ends of your top and pulling them up to reveal your bare stomach.
"I should have put a baby in you when I had the chance." He muttered, his brows furrowing deeply.
Groaning audibly you reached for his wrist and attempted to push him off but it only enraged him more.
One of his hands came down upon your face, the force knocking your head to the side and busting open your bottom lip.
You hissed from the pain, the inner corner of your eyes stinging with tears swelling over. "Junsu, p-please." You begged however he merely gripped your jaws and forced you to look up at him.
"You belong to me. No one else and I'm going to make sure everyone knows what a filthy little b*tch you are." He seethed while his other hand trailed down to your jeans.
Struggling was useless as he undid your belt, his other hand migrating to squeeze your throat to stop any loud cries of help that were already useless against the blaring music inside.
Tears trickled from your eyes, make-up smearing across your cheek with the blood from your wound smudging over your chin and jaw.
Your zipper echoed out into the night as the man laughed down at you. "Pathetic." He whispered and placed his lips against your bloody ones. "You're so pathetic it's cute."
It seemed as if the world was caving in, the pain buzzing into a cold numbness while your ex-partner continued his assault on your body.
You were scared, so scared but also so disappointed and disgusted in yourself for allowing the situation to transpire.
All of a sudden Junsu's hands were yanked off of you with such extreme force that you fell onto your bloody knees.
Your blurry gaze flung upwards and to your surprise that recognizable frost-haired male stood a few meters away from you.
"Wait, you're the-" The blond's words were replaced with a grunt as Joker's fist connected with Junsu's cheek.
He wailed audibly and grasped his cheek, his bottom lip busted as he touched it lightly to see the blood.
"You f*cker, I'll-" And again Joker landed another fluid punch that was followed by multiple others.
The music that was blaring ceased while the crowd that was once infesting the abandoned building began to flow out to witness the commotion.
It was as if a beast had taken over the 6'6 (195 cm) male with the way he brutally battered against your ex-partner.
Wooin gripped your shoulders and shook your frame, attempting to gain your attention but your gaze was transfixed on Joker.
You've never seen him fight before and it was absolutely terrifying. It was as if he couldn't feel pain with how he pounding his fist over and over again against Jinsu's face.
The blond's tan skin was now drenched in his own blood, staining Joker's white shirt and with flecks along his cheeks.
Suddenly Junsu's fern green eyes rolled back in his head to show the whites.
"S-Stop! Joker, stop it, you're killing him!"
You pushed out of Wooin's hold and rushed forward to kick the tall man of the fallen ones. Joker tripped onto his bottom, his hands splaying out behind him to catch his body.
Falling to your knees you hovered your ear above his nose to hear if he was respiring. "He's not breathing! Call one-one-two! We need an ambulance!"
You were still dizzy from your head being thrown against the wall but you pushed through it to intertwine your hands and begin chest compression.
People around you were shouting, screaming at each other and it all just made your head throb with intensity.
Movement in the corner of your eye gained your attention. Glimpsing upwards you witnessed Joker staring at you with an expression other than emotionless.
He looked hurt, his silver optics enlarged with his lips parted. The furrow in his brows was deep with a prominent scar on the left side of his face twitching.
You couldn't forget that look like he lost control as he beat down on your ex-partner. His strength, the amount of force he could produce, was terrifying.
Realizing that you weren't breathing you snapped your gaze away and focused all your attention on resuscitation.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
You stared at the agonizingly bright screen again for the nth time that day, rereading your unread messages over and over again.
He ignored every single one of them, ceasing any contact with you since that night. You don't remember much after the ambulance had hauled Junsu to the hospital.
It was all a blur at one point, recognizing that you rode in the vehicle to the hospital to explain what happened and where most of his injuries occurred.
You were still shaken from the incident, both Junsu's assault and Joker's attack. Make-up stained your face and if it wasn't for Wooin's help, you probably would have ended up passing out on the side of the road.
Messaging Joker you asked if he was okay but he never even read the text. You waited a few more days before sending a couple of other texts but he too ignored those.
It was unnerving to be receiving the cold shoulder from him now and even more upsetting when you asked Wooin what was going on and even he didn't know.
The silence from him had been lasting for weeks and you didn't want to appear annoying but you worried about him.
Heaving a heavy sigh you turned off your cellular device and threw it on the other side of the bed. Thunder rumbled outside of your apartment building with the sound of pounding rain hurling onto the roof.
The ambiance of the storm would have been enjoyed but your despondency weighed you down like lead.
You couldn't sleep, your mind was restless whilst your stomach ached. Rolling over onto your back you stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars and sighed once again.
Goosebumps arose on your skin from the air conditioning but you merely wrapped yourself tighter in the comforter.
You worked that night, your body was in need of as much sleep as possible however the same scene just kept playing over and over again in your head.
it was like you could hear the sound of his fist hitting bone again, the sound of Junsu wheezing and begging for him to stop.
How could you forget that fighting was what he did for a living? He was surrounded by violence and flourished off of it.
Maybe it was best that he was distancing himself from you, that type of lifestyle wasn't what you needed in your life.
And who knows, he might one day turn his fist on you as Junsu had done before.
A strike of lightning flashed outside of your window that was followed by thunder a few seconds later. Your room was lit up by the light which promoted you to stand to your feet and amble over to the sliding doors.
Grasping the curtains you were about to close them however something in the distance caught your attention.
Recognizable frost blue hair was dampened and flat from the pounding rain, splotches of red all over his face and hands.
"Oh my god." You breathed and snatched a jacket that hung on your computer chair. You carelessly dressed in it as you slipped on a pair of shoes and skirted down the hallway.
The elevator would have taken too long, he might have already left so you trekked down the stairs and rushed through the lobby.
Already out of breath, you passed by the security guard who was asleep like usual. The sliding doors opened automatically as you rushed out into the rain over to the male who stared up at your apartment building.
"What the h*ll are you doing!?"
His gaze lowered to meet yours, his expression unreadable with blood dripping over his left eye that was being washed away.
Rain drenched your hair, trickling down the back of your neck and soaking your clothes. The water was cold, your body freezing as if you had submerged yourself in a frozen lake.
"You're going to get sick." He murmured, his low voice barely above the raging storm.
Scoffing at his words you opened the gate and snatched his wrist, tugging him towards your apartment building.
He made his body heavy, his feet planted firmly that stopped him from moving. Twisting around to face him your hand that was around his wrist rose to slap him across the face.
His head snapped to the side while his gaze remained on the ground. Blood from his facial wounds stuck to your hand before quickly being washed away by the rain.
"I don't give a f*ck." You snapped and grasped his wrist again, this time succeeding in yanking his body towards your building.
His feet trailed behind him as he followed, water droplets blanketing the tiled floor of the lobby as the both of you entered the elevator.
Your hand continued to rest on his wrist; however, he made no attempt to remove it. The elevator chimed once it reached the top floor and you continued to drag him to your apartment.
Only silence surrounded your figures as you unlocked the door and stepped in, the chilly air from your air conditioning freezing the soaked clothes upon your bodies.
A puddle of liquid was quick to form beneath your feet in the small foyer that reflected your distorted appearance.
Fat raindrops continued to pound against the building with thunder reverberating in quicker loops. Releasing his wrist you spun on the balls of your feet and faced him, assessing all the cuts and new bruises on his face.
The sleeves of his jean jacket were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his tattooed forearms that were bruised with other cuts covering them.
His knuckled bleed profusely, dripping down into the puddle of water and distilling.
"Why have you been ignoring me!? Why do you look like this!? You were fighting, huh!?" You exclaimed, hands scrunching into a fist by your side.
The male simply stared down at you with his cold silver eyes, his wet frost blue basically white hair sticking to his forehead.
He made no attempt to react to your words as he just stood there, bleeding while dripping frigid heavy water.
Rage coursed through your veins, the blood below your skin boiling with fury.
"I was so worried about you! I couldn't sleep, I barely could eat and Wooin was the one telling me of how you could barely move because of all your injuries!"
His jaw clenched, his chest expanding from his deep inhale. "Don't act as if you care." He remarked with his deep rumbling voice.
Your lips fell agape with a laugh of disbelief escaping your mouth. "Excuse me!? If I didn't care do you think I would be checking up on you all the time!? Worrying myself sick for you, wishing you would just tell me that you're okay!? All you needed to do was just talk to me!"
Joker began visible fume, his shoulders trembling with a vein on the side of his neck throbbing. Those smoldering silver optics formed a menacing glare.
"Don't lie to me..." He seethed under his breath and you never heard such threatening words leave his mouth. It made chills run down your back. "You were worried about him."
"Joker!" You snarled with a finger pointing at his chest. "He wasn't breathing!"
His fist came flying towards you, and immediately you braced for the impact; however, it never connected with your body.
Instead, it landed against the wall next to your head with a loud bang reverberating in the room. "I heard everything he said! He was going to r*pe you for f*cks sake! You think I was going to let that happen!?"
For the first time since you had known the giant man, you had never heard him raise his voice or yell. It made your knees tremble, your breathing erratic with your heart skipped a beat.
He looked so dangerous above you with his towering height and sturdy build. You felt like a small prey with a perilous predatory waiting for the right time to attack.
"He needed to get his f*cking face caved in and you stopped me! You protected that b*stard!"
"No!" You had cried with a bellowing voice that echoed within your apartment. "You were going to kill him!"
He leaned down, his face so close to yours that you could see his deep scowl. "So what!? He deserved it!" He scoffed.
You wanted to appear strong and confident but your (e/c) eyes betrayed you. They stung as blurred tears shimmered within your optics, your lips quivering and teeth chattering.
Overwhelmed with emotions, you could barely breathe, a pounding headache forming against your temples.
"He deserved it enough for you to go to jail if you killed him!? Who's gonna take care of your brothers then!? You were going to leave them to fend for themselves!?"
The tears cascaded down your face as if you were back in the rain and you wished you were, it was embarrassing for him to see you losing control over your emotions.
Your nose stung, your face burning with heat contrasting against your limbs that were covered in goosebumps from your damp clothing.
"I-" You swallowed strenuously and shook your head slowly. "I am not important enough for you to throw your life away like that."
Joker sucked in a breath, his fist falling from the wall only for his hands to reach under your thighs and heaving you upwards.
Your (e/c) optics widened, your hands flying to grasp his wet shoulders as he pressed your back against the wall.
His body rested in between your legs that held onto his sides. He was so close, the scent of his cologne wafting into your nose.
The heat of your bodies fought against the cold of your wet clothes with his grip on your bare legs basically boiling.
"I don't want to hear you ever say that." He seethed through tightly clenched teeth. "I would do anything for you."
Looking into his smoldering silver eyes he held your gaze, his grip on your thighs growing tighter.
"It just pisses me off that you cared so much about him." He leaned forward so his nose brushed against yours, the metallic smell of his blood prompting your tummy to churn.
"Anything?" You whispered under your breath.
He nodded his head, his breath fanning your lips. "Anything."
Your hands rose from his shoulders to his hair where you tangled your fingers within his drying locks.
"Kiss me if you really mean it."
Joker sucked in a deep breath while the corner of his lips tugged into a rare minuscule grin that made your tummy coil. "I'm still mad at you." He whispered above the pounding rain.
"Then take it out on me."
The male didn't waste another moment as he connected his lips with yours. You responded eagerly and pulled on his hair to deepen the kiss.
He hummed in between your lips, his chest pressing against yours with his heart beating at a rapid pace. Your own was at an irregular rate, beating within your ears that grew louder with every passing second.
Intertwining your tongues together you could taste him. He was sweet like sugar yet bitter like alcohol, like fermented fruit that made you dizzy.
His grip tightened, the pads of his calloused fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed your crotch against his.
It was so desperate with the way the two of you drove your lips against each other, like two frantically hopeless people longing for better.
Your body heated as if he ignited a fire beneath your skin and only added fuel as he kissed you fervently.
His body grounded against yours, a bulge pressing against your c*nt that began to stiffen. The frost-haired male pulled away to breathe for a moment, his eyes half-lidded with his fingers trembling.
You gazed up at him swallowing thickly as drool dribbled down the corner of your lip. He groaned silently, pushing against your body before capturing your lips in another amorous kiss.
Succumbing to his dominant manner you allowed for his tongue to enter your mouth, exploring the inside and making sure to taste every bit of yourself.
A hum echoed out that was swallowed out when he kissed you hard enough to take your breath away. Your head felt light from the lack of air, you had to tug harshly on his hair to get him to release your lips.
He huffed aloud, pulling his head back far enough to witness your heavily debauched expression. Heat wafted off of your face that only burned hotter under his gaze.
Suddenly your back was removed from the wall as he traveled out of the foyer and into the living room.
Joker set you down upon the dining table where he released your thighs only to yank away your soaking wet jacket and top.
Your chest was left bare with streaks of water dusting your heated skin. It felt as if your nipples were burning under his gaze, hardening visibly that was taunting him.
He leaned forward to kiss your lips one more time before trailing down your jaw to your throat so he could suck and nibble on the soft flesh.
You gripped his shoulders, your legs pressing against his side as the stinging pressure shot down your body.
His hands trailed up from your sensitive tummy until he reached your chest. His thumbs pressed against your nipples which immediately had you shiver.
The giant moved his lips from your throat that was beautifully decorated with his love bites to your shoulder.
He lightly kissed it until he clamped down and nipped at the exposed flesh. Bucking your hips you slowly lay back against the table while his hands dropped from your breast to pull down your bottoms and shoes.
Completely bare beneath the handsome man you began to grow self-conscious but when he pulled away from your shoulder to look at you, it slowly melted away.
His pale face flushed with color while he swallowed strenuously. The look in his eyes could only be described as lascivious, full of s*xual desire, and pent-up l*st.
Placing a hand against his warm cheeks you cocked your to the side and swept a tongue over your bottom lip. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
He leaned down and gripped behind your knees, forcing your legs open so everything was visible to him. You clenched over nothing from his action and swallowed thickly.
Joker's lips pressed against the valley of your breast before he trailed wet lingering kisses down your sensitive tummy until he reached your cl*t.
Kissing it he had you jolt against the table which provoked a deeply satisfying hum from within his chest.
"I don't think. I know you are." He stated in between your thighs.
Your stomach coiled from his words and your heartbeat dropped to your cl*t.
The giant angled his head to kiss your left thigh, nibbling on it softly to arouse dark-colored love bites to adorn your skin.
Each sensual sting went straight to your lower region which only made everything twice as sensitive. Gripping onto his fluffy frost locks had promoted him to lift his gaze to meet yours.
His warm wet kisses resumed their assault on your skin as he rose up your leg, advancing up your inner thighs that had you already trembling.
By the time he finally reached your c*nt he could visibly see the strings of slick attaching to your bottom.
He could feel the heat wafting off of it and swallowed. Releasing your legs he removed his jean jacket and sweater so his own torso was bare of any clothing.
As if your thighs were marked with his name his hands resumed their spot on your legs and pushed them apart.
Whimpering under your breath you clench over nothing, tightening from his stare that couldn't help but make you feel embarrassed.
"Call out my name," He murmured lowly, his breathing hitting your sensitive c*nt which yielded a transient short inhale from your puffy lips.
You swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth and rolled your hips to urge him closer. "Joker, please."
His lips placed a lingering kiss on your throbbing cl*t before kissing down along your moisten slits. His actions brought about shivers that danced up your legs and continued all the way up to your spine.
The giant was on his knees, preying upon the sensitive areas of your lower body. He forced your legs even farther apart with his strength so he was allowed space to kiss ubiquitous.
Around your cl*t, along your slicked lips, and in the crease of your thighs where all places he smooched like a man appreciating priceless art.
Your body burned with undeniable l*st, pleading for any sort of friction to ease the throbbing in your cl*t.
Tugging harshly on his fluffy hair you urged him to go farther and it only resulted in him grinning against your heated flesh.
"You think I'm going to give you what you want when I'm still mad at you?" He jeered in his low voice that rumbled against your body.
Your eyes narrowed while your hips bucked and rolled against his lips. "I'm sorry." You spoke over the raging storm.
The giant sucked on one of your moistened slits before kissing your aching cl*t. "Not good enough."
You whined and yanked on his hair. "He means nothing to me!" Lighting flared in through the windows which were followed by rolling thunder. "You're the only one that I want..."
Joker froze in his spot while the grin fell from his lips. You could hear him taking a deep breath before tightening his hold on your bruised thighs.
"F*ck, that made me hard." He murmured under his breath.
Before you even had a chance to reply his mouth was felt entrapping your cl*t and sucking.
"Ah~!" The gasp left your lips unconsciously as your hips jutted upwards with your hands tugging on his hair.
He removed his mouth from around your cl*t so he could lick along your entrance that secreted your arousal.
Your slick was hot, practically burning against the flat pad of his tongue but he devoured it like liquor and craving more like an addict.
"Oh god(s), just like that." You murmured under your breath, shutting your eyes to indulge in the man's touch.
As he greedily consumed your essence, sweat coated your skin while your hair stuck to your jaw, and your bruised neck.
Joker gazed upon your ecstasy-filled expression, observing with extreme inquisitiveness at your trembling limbs and throbbing nipples.
He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.
It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming nearly too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.
You were becoming lost in his endearing touch, your mind entirely only focusing on his tongue. It was your body moving on its own, grinding harder against his mouth for more that caught Joker's attention.
He gave your little cl*t a single last lick before his tongue dragged downwards across the rest of your c*nt. The action caused you to shudder and contract your tummy.
Lightly he pressed his teeth against your bud compelling you to cry out and raise your hips. Releasing his firm hold on your thighs he lightly trailed his fingers down to your hips before resting on your waist.
His hands felt as if they belonged there, fitting so firmly like a trophy on a pedestal. Tenderly his thumbs drew circles and caressed your sweaty skin.
Your moans mixing with screaming wind and pounding rain was a melody reverberating within his ears.
While he continued to lick and taste your private area, your stomach rose and fell with every brief astute breath you bore.
And finally, his tongue entered your burning, sopping wet hole.
The pressure of a part of himself penetrating into you had your stomach fluttering. Your toes curled, thighs flying to press against his head and hold him in place.
He hummed at your reaction, his lidded gaze meeting yours for a moment as he observed the way you could barely even breathe properly.
It was as if his belly was not only becoming full with your juices, but also the sight of your lecherous expression.
Words couldn't explain the way your abdomen tingled and spread throughout all of your veins. The tugging on his hair only grew harsher the more the ache in your belly grew.
In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as you dripped all down your bottom.
You wanted more, the sensation of reaching a peak so close but so far. Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.
He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within your living room.
There was this feeling in your lower abdomen, it was a pulsating sensation that was growing stronger by the second, alerting you of your nearing climax.
The frost-haired male could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and wailed audibly.
His left hand that had been holding your waist migrated lightly to your thigh where he intimately trailed his fingertips up and down your leg.
It was overwhelming with how good he was as if he already knew every nook and cranny of your body.
Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched off the table.
Teasingly slow he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.
He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth again before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.
Heaving a satisfied sigh he spoke against your body. "I knew you'd taste good but f*ck, I'm obsessed."
Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers tugging harsher on his soft fluffy locks.
He was speaking to you much more than he normally did.
You were so close.
The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated.
You were approaching the end, right at the edge of the cliff where you'd plunge into a reservoir of dazing fulfillment.
And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body, surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.
"N-Ngh, ah~!" You cried over the storm, bellowing out within your apartment.
Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing down on his long tongue.
Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.
With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted.
The sight itself was astounding to the giant man who relished in viewing your climax. Unadulterated ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up too.
He couldn't have been any prouder of the fact that he had you in such a vulnerable state, shaking, barely even able to breathe because of the intense release he brought you to.
You were blundering mess from just his tongue that could make you c*m so intensely, he was was triumphant from that fact.
Joker leisurely lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against the soft pads of his tongue.
It had you shaking profoundly beneath him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open, fatigue took over all your limbs leaving you limp and quite feeble.
Reluctantly he pulled away slowly and kissed your cl*t as if saying he'll come back to it later. The action had you jolt in your spot and pull his head away from in between your legs.
His lips were a coy grin that dripped with your climax, the long scar in the corner of his mouth tugging against his flushed skin.
Seeing the usually expressionless cold giant smirking at you was continuing to add fuel to the fire he ignited a long time ago.
Releasing his hair you grasped the back of his neck and pulled him down to connect his lips with yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue that mixed with the taste of himself.
Greedily sucking on his tongue you wanted to share the taste and kiss him again.
Joker's hands reached down to your bruised thighs so he could heave you upwards and carry you off the table.
Blinking your heavy eyelids you watched as he brought you over to the couch and lay you on your back. He grasped the armrest while he slid down his pants and briefs so his hardened c*ck could spring out and tap his naval healthily.
Your mouth hung open at the scenery, greedily taking in the sight of his pretty rosy d*ck. Thick veins protruded against the skin of his c*ck that was flushed with color. Its tip added to the size of his length that was glossy from pre-c*m. His girth was almost threatening but at the same time made your mouth water.
You knew he gave off big d*ck energy but holy f*ck everything about him was big.
Removing his clothes and shoes he was completely bare next to your figure on the couch, every single inch of his body being drunken in like a starving heathen.
His free hand reached down to his length, pumping it a few times to smear his secreted lubricant across it.
Leaning upon your elbows you angled your head to the side so your tongue could lick across his wide tip.
The giant sucked in a breath, his stomach contracting slightly as you parted your puffy lips to suck on the head.
Your lecherous gaze rose slowly to meet his, once again aroused by that desperately erogenous look in his smoldering silver optics.
"F*ck." He cursed under his breath while his hand reached out to move your hair out of your face and caress your jaw. "You look so pretty with my c*ck in your mouth but you'd look even better with it buried deep inside of you."
Your cl*t fluttered as you clenched over nothing.
Pulling back to spit on it you began smearing it along his length, needing to use both of your hands to pump him.
"So you're not mad at me anymore?" You quired in a purposefully innocent voice that had the male sweep his tongue over his bottom lip.
"Oh, I'm still mad which is why-" He removed your hands from his body only to grasp your waist to sit you up.
He set his tattooed figure in the middle of the couch before tugging you onto his lap, his c*ck resting in between your already swollen slits.
The pressure against your cl*t had you swallow thickly, your hands flying to grip the man's bare shoulder.
"-you're going to do the work."
Joker's hands lowered to your hips where he ground your body against his thick length. He observed your reaction with intense eyes, already viewing the way you began to unravel and he hadn't even entered inside.
A soft mewl echoed out from within your mouth as you felt yourself quiver and ache for him. You wanted him so bad.
Raising your hips you reached down to his c*ck and pressed the fatty tip at your entrance. Its bulbous tip twitched against your body, pulsating as it too desired to be within your body.
Gingerly you sank down and gasped, your head throwing itself back whilst you shut your eyes from the intense sensation.
The frost-haired male could be heard inhaling deeply with his hands tightening their hold on your hips, his calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your bottom.
Your free hand gripped onto his tattooed wrist, piercing your nails in his forearm as you took every inch of him carefully.
The shape of him inside was such a prominent sensation that it was the only thing you could think of. You felt so full, taking in as much you could until he pressed right up against your cervix.
A bit of him was still left unentered however your seething hot juices that dribbled down were enough to stimulate it too.
You were already shaking, your stomach tightening and tingling as if another org*sm was right around the corner.
Your walls stretched to accommodate his massive length before ultimately molding perfectly around him.
It was as you were made to be together. Like you were a lock and he was the only key that could fit inside and unlock the sensations that no one could bring about.
Even if he was so different from you, from a whole different world, he was the only one you had ever known to feel so right.
"You look as if you're about to c*m."
Slowly you opened your eyes and leaned your head forward in an almost drunken manner.
His hair was a mess, clinging to the side of his face as a bead of sweat trickled down his neck. Your eyes rose to meet his half-lidded gaze, his c*ck twitching inside and throbbing in desperation.
"I could-" You swallowed the saliva in your mouth and inhaled a deep breath. "-I could say the same about you."
He leaned forward so your nipples brushed against his broad chest and placed a smooch right below your ear. "Then you better get going." He whispered, and a roar of thunder boomed shortly after.
With shaky movements, you rose your hips. The sensation of becoming empty was a strikingly exasperating feeling, something that made you desire to be full of him more than ever.
Using the force of your body weight, you lowered down on his shaft and spasmed, your thighs tightening around his with your nails drawing blood.
He hissed softly under his breathed and jutted his hips upwards, kissing the entrance to your womb while grazing over sensorial nerves and spots deep inside.
"Oh, god(s)." You whimpered your nerves on fire and continued to burn with every passing second.
Joker hummed, the deep rumble vibrating off of his chest against your own. Perky nipples that were already sensitive on their own rubbed along his skin, desiring to be pulled and touched.
Your hips moved with a rhythm, the muscles of your thighs flexing while you used your strength to keep yourself steady.
It was the simplest thing anyone could do, but you struggled to even focus. With the close proximity of your warm bodies, and his soft groaning in your ear, there was too much to concentrate on.
"S-So...So big." You murmured and trailed your hands to reach his chest and plant firmly against them.
"Yeah?" He quired under his breath while leaning forward to kiss your lips. You responded back eagerly; however, he pulled away too quickly for your liking. "And yet you take me so well."
Your tummy fluttered.
"Stop." You laughed under your breath and ground slowly on him, feeling the ridges of his thick veins grazing against those mind-boggling spots deep and shallow inside.
One of his arms wrapped around the small of your back while the other reached upwards to hold your face in his large palm.
His thumb caressed your bottom lip while he breathed erratically, his broad chest expanding with the vein on his neck pulsating.
"But you're doing so good." He murmured.
You whimpered and rose your hips with the help of his arm around your lower back. A divet in your spine as you pushed your bottom out to bounce and jiggle every time you landed on his lap.
The pleasure, the passion, the desire, it was so strong and shared by the two of you. Sweaty bodies pressing against each other and lips moving together in a desperate manner.
He tugged your body to press against his chest as he dropped his head to your best. His tongue swirled around a swollen nipple as the hand around your face migrated to tangle within your hair.
Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. You rode him to the best of your ability, high off the shared intimacy.
The once chilled, frigid apartment now felt feverish, with heated bodies rubbing and grinding against each other.
His long scar could be felt along the sweaty skin of your best, and it only added to the delight. Every sensation, every single thing about him, was driving your insides to flutter and bring forth another org*sm.
Only incoherent rambling and mewls left your lifts and echoed into the apartment that mixed with the storm.
Soft grunts and audible breathing left Joker's plump lips. Although they were small noises of pleasure, they went straight to your cl*t that was throbbing.
His attention switched to your other breast; he tugged on your n*pple with his teeth before sucking on, gazing up at you so you could watch him devour the sensitive buds.
Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your peak was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.
With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.
You swore under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible from how heavy your tongue felt in your mouth.
With toes curling, your thighs pressed against his toned ones as you squeezed around the pulsating c*ck inside of you.
He grunted noisily, releasing your nipple so he could kiss all around your bruised throat and shoulder.
Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up while you sucked in your stomach.
A second org*sm raked through your body as your breath became caught in your throat. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, muffling your cries of delight with your hands flying to tug on his fluffy frost-blue hair.
The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, trickling down the small part of him that couldn't fit inside and drenching his light-colored pubic hairs.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins as adrenaline would.
Your insides were fluttering, spasms with your heart beating so intensely in your cl*t.
You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could catch was the man's muffled guttural grunts and groans in your ears.
Just having another intense climax not even a moment later had made everything extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.
Suddenly a blaring alarm from your bedroom zoned into your hearing. You attempted to focus on it but Joker's hand around your body that moved you along with his rolling hips were making it difficult.
"W-Wait." You stuttered and jerked your hips from the overstimulation. "My alarm..."
He rose his head, so his lips rested against your ear. "For work?" He quired.
You nodded your head, brows furrowed with your body jolting.
To your surprise, the man carefully stood to his feet and pulled you off of him only so he could carry you over one shoulder.
You gasped in surprise, your arms dangling along his back where you could see his toned round bottom.
"J-Joker!?"
He didn't respond as he ambled through the living room to your bedroom, where the blaring ringing grew louder.
Placing you on the bed as if you were a weightless doll he had you rest on your hands and knees. You stared wide-eyed in the dim room with him reaching for your phone and dismissing the alarm.
"I think you should call into work." He offered, and you could basically feel the grin off of his comment.
"Not like this-" The words became stuck in your throat when he grasped your hips and prodded your dripping hole with his glistening tip.
You clenched over the bulbous head and huffed. Reaching for your cellular device, you unlocked it and clicked on your contacts.
As soon you clicked on the hospital's number, Joker drove himself inside and grazed against those sensitive spots that could have you c*mming in an instant.
A wheeze left your lips; your lips parted with your eyes rolled in the back of your head. The angle of your body in the doggy position allowed for him to press downwards and kiss the deepest area inside of you.
You didn't even notice the call was answered until the receptionist on the line called out a few times.
"H-Hanguol." You stuttered out before clenching your teeth together to stifle a moan.
"(Y/n)?" She quired while shuffling echoed into the phone.
"Yeah, I was just calling-!" Your eyes flew open when the giant dragged himself out so he could plunge back inside with a force that had your hands holding up your weight almost giving out.
The man above you snickered and jutted his hips, stealing your breath away with the thunder rumbling and rain pounding against the outside of the building.
"Are you okay, (Y/n)?" The woman asked on the other line.
Grunting, you nodded your head even though she couldn't possibly see it. "Yeah, I'm not doing too good right now." You managed to convey before whimpering when one of his large calloused hands came down upon your bottom cheek.
You whipped your head around to glare at the man, but he merely grinned down at you, a glint of mischief in his smoldering silver optics.
"Stop." You mouthed, which prompted him to shake his head and lean down so his lips were by your ear.
"I'm not stopping until you can't say anyone's name but my own." His deep voice rumbled against your back, your heartbeat dropping your cl*t once again.
"Really? What's going on?" Hangoul's voice rang into your room which gained your attention again.
"I-I think I might have-" You sucked in a breath when he pulled out in a slow and taunting manner before driving in so hard his ball slapped against your cl*t. "-caught the flu!"
The squelching noise of his body beginning to rock and roll deep inside of your soaking-wet walls echoed out in the room, and you prayed to the heavens that your co-worker couldn't hear it.
"I'm not surprised." The woman murmured, and her nails could be heard tapping on the computer keyboard. "All those damn idiots don't know care to wear a mask, selfishly spreading around their nasty a** germs."
You laughed awkwardly, gripping onto the bed sheets with your back arching from his consistently deep thrust.
He grunted quietly while whispering filthy and sweet praises in your ear. Each deep guttural compliment, both sweet and dirty, felt as if they were manifested into hands that caressed your body, tugged on your nipples, and stroked your throbbing cl*t.
Inhaling a deep breath, you attempted to speak without wavering. "Yeah, so I won't be able to work t-tonight or tomo...rrow..."
The words slurred as he reached for your hair to pull back, bending your back inwards with your chin pointing towards the ceiling.
Your silky, velvety walls molded around him, sucking him farther inside even though he was already so far in. Once again, incoherent mumbling was leaving your lips, as well as ragged breathing.
Your mouth felt dry, your mind blanked, and the heat of your body increased. You couldn't help but feel a little dizzy from it all.
Two intense org*sm already, and he drove so deep to bring about another one. Your tummy tingled at the feeling of being so full.
"It's understandable. You're a pretty proficient worker, so I'll make you get a few more days off to rest. Have a good night."
"Y-You too! Bye!" You quickly ended the call and released a groan that could be heard over a roar of thunder.
Joker hummed and released your hair only to press down on your head. Your arms gave out with your face descending to the side of the bed.
He used the angle to hit deeper, to reach farther with more force that, he had your toes curling.
Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips as your teeth drove against each other tightly.
His c*ck twitched inside, and if possible, it felt as if he grew a size bigger. "A-Ah." It came out from you broken, high-pitched.
His hand on your hip burrowed into the flesh of your skin, finding the warmth from your body overwhelming to him.
You clenched down securely, and the little butterflies that were felt dancing around in your tummy intensified.
Joker used every muscle of his body to penetrate you deeply and ripple pleasure through your veins, dragging his prominent vein c*ck along your insides.
Its ribbed texture was an additional bout of delight that had another org*sm already arising through your abdomen.
The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck kissing the entrance with every single profound stroke.
Your core that was gripping down on his c*ck fitted tighter around him, your mind focusing on every overwhelming and stimulating rocking of his body.
The pace of his delightfully rolling hips grew.
Your moans of pleasure grew louder from his actions, your own body writhing and crying out for more. Joker could barely make out some of the mumblings he was hearing from you but there were some things he could hear.
The force he used to rock his hips made your body bounce on the mattress. Your bottom clapped every time he connected with yours, and it was music to his ears.
Rhythmic music that he wanted to hear more of.
He suddenly pressed your stomach harshly into the cushion and used the support to angle his body and raise your hips higher.
Joker hit so f*cking deep, rubbing against the sensitive areas inside your body that had you squirming. Your ribs pressed against the muscle and flesh of your chest, your spine became ever so visible from the large arch.
That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing.
Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The pressure of your tummy pressing in the cushion added an extra sense of pleasure.
Joker grunted and doubled the pace of his thrust. His crotch hit your own as his c*ck began to twitch and throb at the entrance to your womb.
Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your peak was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.
His rolling hips increased, sloppy but intense as he focused more on reaching deep and hitting your sensitive areas.
Your body that was already as tight as can be held even tighter onto him than before, causing another low grunt to leave his lips.
With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.
You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible from your heavy tongue.
Your toes curled, your shins pressing against his toned thighs and squeezing him as tightly as you could.
Every muscle in your body contracted with your insides tensing up while you sucked in your stomach.
A third org*sm raked through your body that flushed all through every single nerve.
The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and surrounded your head in a haze of bliss. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins as adrenaline would.
You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could catch was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.
He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so tight as he absolutely dominated your frame.
The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.
As the 6'6 (201 cm) male continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your bottom cheeks.
Everything was extra sensitive, and you believe it was because this wasn't just f*ckint, it was lovemaking. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.
Joker could feel you trembling underneath him while the sticky liquid connected your skins together every time he pulled away.
A disgusting er*tic sigh that had his thighs tense.
And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.
Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out thick hot jets of c*m that pooled within your womb.
He painted your insides white as he pressed his chest against your back and wrapped his arms around your torso. He pressed himself so hard against your body it was as if he was trying to connect your bodies together forever.
The sensation of his release spilling into you felt ever so warm, like a heating pad atop your abdomen where your womb was.
"Sh*t, (Y/n). You feel so good." His voice was right in your ear, the deep gutturalness of his tone rattling your bones.
It was the first time he had ever said your name and the way it made your cl*t throb and tummy ache was unspeakable
He slowed his hips until he was unmoving and still inside of you. He pumped every bit of what he had inside and drove it as deep as he could inside your body.
You hummed softly, shutting your heavy eyelids to swallow the saliva that pooled within your mouth. It quenched the itchiness in the back of your throat and subdued the uncomfortableness.
Slowly Joker released your torso, allowing for your body to fall off his c*ck that was still semi-hard and swelled healthily.
Your knees buckled under the weight of your exhausted limbs and you fell onto your stomach.
The frost-haired male watched his c*m spilling out of your hole in such an er*tic manner. Sloppily it trickled down your thighs and spread across your skin.
"Come here, (Y/n). We're not done until you can't even remember that f*cker's name."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
He threw on his jacket over his sweatshirt as he exited the elevator, his limbs aching with every step he took, but he ignored it.
His gaze remained on his phone screen, rereading the same message over and over again from Wooin with furrowed brows.
Sungho had another issue that he wanted him and the Sabbath leader to take care of. His grip grew tight, the cellular device digging into his skin as he exited the lobby to your apartment.
Of all the times he was needed, his boss decided now he would use him, and just remembering the dejected look you gave him when he had to leave made his blood boil.
He'll just finish this job as quickly as possible and return back to you, back in your arms.
The storm had just reached an end, its hurling rain no longer plundering upon the earth, and the roaring thunder now silenced.
His footsteps echoed out in the quiet night, with the sun mostly hidden behind the horizon. Gloaming rain clouds still shrouded the sky, which shielded the view of any light or stars.
He reached for the gate with his bruised hands that pushed it open, the hinges creaking with water droplets falling onto the wet cement.
"Hey!"
His head whipped around, the hood of his sweatshirt falling to reveal his fluffy frost-blue hair. Your face came into view, water splashing against your legs as you run through puddles.
You stopped a meter or two away from him, your hands resting on your knees that he knew were aching.
"Kiss me."
He rose his head and dropped his hand from the gate.
Inhaling deeply, you straightened your back and pointed a finger at him. "Who do you think you are!? leaving without kissing me?"
A glimmering of light danced across your face as the clouds parted, the golden glow only lasting for a second before it was completely taken over by the moon.
His body moved on its own, rushing forward so he could grip your legs and pull you onto his body. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you squeezed your legs around his waist.
Not a moment later did your lips connect, moving together feverishly as if you hadn't seen each other in months.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
This is gonna be a book. No if and or butts.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out
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flananjan · 3 months
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jance this, bokris that –
*LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER* WRONG!!!!!!
[BOJURE BEAM]
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bepoucorp · 3 months
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(Deviously) I dare you to have a delightful holiday season this year
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I WILL!! and I dare you to have a wonderful holiday season as well Razz (deviously) 💚
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ao3-anonymous · 3 months
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Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (12/11/2023)
Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.
Overall:
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Over 1,000 Fics:
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Over 5,000 Fics:
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Over 10,000 Fics:
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Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard
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mpsideadump · 2 months
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You know how a bunch of fanworks for a game with a silent protagonist usually have them talking?
And then when you've indulged in enough fan content that you sometimes forget that they don't actually talk in game? Or at least don't have them voiced in cutscenes?
You guys got any particular characters that come to mind for this?
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