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Hi guys, I've been writing for Jared Leto's Joker since The Suicide Squad came out (Joker x Reader fanfi...
Well, it happened and that's all there is to it. Cross your fingers and hope for the best. At least he didn't try to kill you...yet. T__T
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"Oh, wow...this is going to be an amazing night," you manage to utter, letting your body collapse on top of the Joker's, starting to unbutton his shirt while kissing him.
"Anything I can do to keep my Pumpkin happy," he snickers, panting with desire. "God, I really missed you". His blue eyes look for yours and then you both stop for a few seconds, gazing at each other.
"You were gone like, for two days J, " you smile, teasing him.
"Yeah, and I missed you. You didn't miss me?!" he frowns, biting your neck line, making sure to leave a few marks.
"Well...it was so nice and quiet..."you start telling him when you suddenly feel the pinches go down all over your body and he finally violently gropes you, satisfied he made you squeal.
"Why are you misbehaving, hmm?" he growls, pulling down on your skirt.
"You know why, baby" you wink, quickly jumping off him, backing out towards the wall.
"Hey, get back in bed, Kitten!"
"Noooope," you lick your lips, starting to undress. "You come over here."
"Ohhh... my naughty little minx. Daddy likes!" he purrs, getting out of the bed and slowly walking towards you, tossing his now unbuttoned shirt on the floor.
Suddenly, you can hear Emma's cry coming from her room.
The Joker freezes for a moment, panicked, then before you can move, he is very fast in trapping you against the wall. His knee goes in between your legs and his hands on the sides of your head, grinding his silver grill in annoyance.
"You're not going anywhere!"
"J, she's crying, probably had a nightmare," you chuckle, amused he's behaving like this (again).
"NO, I need you!" He's pushing himself against you even harder.
"Come on, baby, let me go," you plead, struggling against his body.
"No, you have to pay attention to ME!"
Crying intensifies.
"I have to go, she won't stop," you beg, kissing him softly and trying to look as disappointed as you can.
"You're mine, I don't like to share. I saw you first," he mutters, knowing the battle is already lost.
That doesn't sound childish at all.
"You're 39, she's not even 2. I think you have a better chance of surviving this...yes..?" you try to reason with him and he's sulking.
