The kind of imagines you've been searching for are here; sweet and dirty. I take requests, so feel free to let your imagination go wild! I will be writing imagines about Jared Leto's role on The Joker in Suicide Squad and Jared Leto himself. It will contain a lot of mature content so if you're uncomfortable with that...
"What makes ya think you're just my toy?" "You don't care about me, you've said it before." Joker x Reader Foul language, trigger warning. Jared Leto -> Joker.
I mean Why not So F U C K I T (·_·) z| |z /\
Sophia Promise, or Sophie, lives her normal life in Gotham City. She attends superhero's parties with her friends and tries to has a good time but can't help but feel out of place. When the Joker himself escapes from Arkham Asylum and unknowingly sweeps her off her feet, will she fall victim to his malicious ways? An...
Suicide Squad imagines and preferences here! Requests are currently closed! And please feel free to read my other books as well. Thank you for reading! -G
I watched him quietly. He was the man I was most fascinated with. The man I left my house for. And he had no idea I existed.
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His huge grin is red and his eyes were filled with a certain touch of madness you've never witnessed prior. "Welcome Y/N, and may I introduce myself. I am Gotham's one and only Joker." The man says menacingly as he takes an exaggerated bow. "And welcome to my playhouse." 2016 Joker/reader story and containing some PWP...
Requests are open! Anything you can think of that involves Joker being in your life, just request it and I'll write about it.
Basically this is a bunch or word porn for you Jared Leto/ joker fans(like me). This all for you, Mistah J.
Just some Imagines I made when I was bored. Please request and I'm sorry. I don't do smut
His skin was so soft, yet his touch was so rough. The smooth calluses from the flesh of his palm squeezed the air from your trachea. His touch was intoxicating. The smell of burning flesh and the scent of fresh blood filled the air, and the aroma was addicting enough to keep you from running. How could you, when you...
