β π½πΌππ α
πππππΏ α
ππΌπ α
α
π'π α
πΌα
α
π½πΌπΏ α
α
π½ππ α
ππ α
ππππ α
πππππππ πΌ α
πππΌπππ!!!
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
Me disappearing for like almost four months. Hi everyone! I'm sorry for not being on here. I just been so busy with life, and I haven't been in the best state right now, but I hope everyone's fine. I do miss rping though. Thank you guys for checking up on me. I do appreciate it. Hopefully I'll get some free time on my hands.
21 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
So i know i haven't returned, but i came down with the flu. I'm sorry everyone for the delay.
12 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
Hey everyone! I won't be active this weekend. I got tons of things to do.
5 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
It's still hard to believe this is happening. All theses years of the Joker keeping his distant, driving his unresolved feelings aside. Not acting on what he wanted because Batman would probably push him away, but not this time. He's here. Living what feels like a dream. "Oh, don't tease, bats," The madman doesn't believe he's done all the scars, even if he likes the idea of it.
The Joker is loving every second of this. Lean fingers circles around his abs. "Y'know what? i think i like that better," He slides his right hand in his briefs while he leans his body weight on him.
A pointy nose kisses his neck, warm breath ghosting his skin, as he wraps his hand around his cock.
"Oh my! I think I'm in love," Joker moves his fingertips gently over his cock, just to tease him. Lips brushes up and down his neck in one area. He keeps the touch light, trying to drive him crazy. "You look so beautiful like this, batsy" He trails his digits back up to the head of his cock.
The scars were all from the Joker, yes and there were times when he hated them. But most of the times he found himself looking at them from time to time, touching them, missing their interactions. With a nod he watched as the Joker traced them with his fingertips. This would make anyone's skin crawl. But not Bruce, in fact it only turned him on even more.

" You did them all... " Bruce whispered softly. At least the ones in the front of his body. The back was mainly from his fights with Catwoman. His eyes soon watched as Joker's hands slowly moving down her chest and this only drove him more insane. Now he understood all the years of Joker's insaneness that was caused by himself, for now he was doing the same to him.
" Want you ? No, it's more like a need. " Bruce whispered as he moved his face closer to Joker's face. His cock so hard by this point it was painful. Pressing his lips to Joker's neck he hummed softly into it. The hums soon turned into moans as he felt his keens shaking almost ready to give in and to be honest, he could have cum right then and there.
" I need you... " Bruce whispered into Joker's ear then softly bit down on his earlobe. "Please...Touch me...Make me yours...Just for tonight."
13 notes
Β·
View notes
Note
[ answer ]Β your muse answering a question meant for mine .Β (IDK why but i imagined them specifically being caught in the same place on accident by the police, maybe, and ana telling the police something to get them off joker's back even though the question wasn't for him? or you could go any other way you'd like with this,, i just miss you + our interactions AHHH)
"Yes, that's what happened," The Joker finds himself agreeing with the other's words. The two policemen stares at one another, before giving them a suspicious stare. He can only hope no one see through the disguise.
"We kinda got a busy schedule, y'see? Can we get back to this another time?" He tries to comes off almost sweet.
0 notes
Text
"Ew?" He throws his hands in the air, only to drop them back down in his lap. He looks to be offended by the other's words. "Have ya' ever even tasted one of theses, darling? He flashes a pair of pearly whites at the man. "It tastes delicious,"
He laughs. "Oh, please dum dum. You don't know her all too well, do ya'?" The Jester plops his feet on the desk. "Her and that stupid bat used to screw each other," He grins. "Me on the other hand i never saw the appeal, ' y'know?" He slaps the man's hands away from him. "I don't know ya' oversize dummy, and franky i don't care."
"first off. ew." heeso groaned as he watched the clown eat the rest of the bird and looked away until he was done, rolling his eyes at the answers. "clown, we aren't poor. can't you tell?" he tugged on his high fashion brand shirt before looking over to the joker. "she isn't with the disgrace of a superhero." heeso huffed and rolled his eyes once more because it is true, batman aka bruce wayne is a disgrace. not even offering to help find selena, not with his fancy toys.
"she left a message to go see you." the hybrid turned to shove a finger into the joker's chest, not at all afraid of the maniac clown. "so again, where the fuck is she?"
4 notes
Β·
View notes
Note
β [reverse] oops
"What the actual fuck kat?" He growls bitterly, flapping his hands in the air to dry his hands off some. He's furious, that's obvious. The madman doesn't like when his suits gets ruined by negligent.
"Did ya' forget your eyes on the way here?" He captures her jaw with a sturdy grip. "Did ya' do that shit on propose? Or you're just an idiot?"
1 note
Β·
View note
Text
For just a split second he wonders if he is ready for this. For a moment he feels his heart slamming in his chest. He exhales when Bruce is down to nothing more then his underwear. His lean fingers brushes into his long neck, as he swallows roughly. "My, my, what a sight to see?" He flatters happily, green irises looking him up and down. The scars. The scars catches his eyes. Bleached fingertips traces them in wonderment. He loves it.
"Oh brucie! Did i do some of those?" He nose grazes his neck. "Would it hurt to say they look good on ya'?" He soothingly whispers into Bruce's ear. He looks at Bruce, listening to him. "Oh! You big lug. Don't get arrogant on me just yet," He grins. "Oooh!"
Joker gladly lets his jaw be grabbed by Batman. Something seductive lingering on that red mouth. "Oh, darling, darling, i can finish the job perfectly," He roams his hands down Bruce's chest until it reaches the waistband.
He glides the tip of his nose softly across his cheek. "Say ya' want me?" Ruby lips hovering over Batman's now. "Say it, baby?" He touches his mouth with his lightly, letting warm breath ghost them. "Just once for me" He yanks the waistband, only to for it to pop back.
There was no holding back like normal, tonight was just going to be the two of them. Without the pain, violence or death. It was just going to be about them. Bruce knew this couldn't last forever but at least he would have this moment for the rest of his life.

" And this is what you longed for, for such a long time, isn't it ? " A small smirk formed on Bruce's lips as he watched the Joker's movements carefully. To be far he too wanted this for a long time, to be naked in front of him. But not just his naked body but with all walls down and him just bare. The side not many got to see.
The Joker's words made Bruce's heart race and now he could feel himself harden from the interaction. He then slowly started to remove his outfit and allowed Joker to see him stripped down to his underwear.
" You want to touch me, go on. " Bruce spoke softly. Then he took hold of Joker's chin and looked deep within his eyes once more. "But don't start something and not finish it." Panting a bit he leaned in and pressed his lips onto the Joker's once more. But this time he forced his tongue into his mouth and moaned softly.
13 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
I'll get to things a little later. I'm working right now.
1 note
Β·
View note
Text
"Last time i check," He proceeds closer to him, till they're a few inches apart. "You came out on your own to play hero?" He cocks his head, smiling pleasantly. Honestly he had no idea Tony would suit up that day. "What's that exactly? Really, I'm all ears?"
tony watched him and sighed "y'know, joker, i'd like to very much keep my retirement." he moved to lean back against the light post "a shame, the conversation was nice but now i got roped into something that i wish i wasn't." he hums, tilting his head.
7 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
The Joker loves the little groans and moans he's receiving from bats. Both of his hands are now tangled in Bruce's hair, as he capture Bruce's mouth into a inpatient kiss. His white teeth clamps down on Batman's lower lip, tugging it slightly, to let it pop back into it's place. "Delicious"
He notices the contented smirk that's on Bruce's face. "I always was yours, baby," He smiles against Batman's mouth. This feels like a dream. It feels unreal. Batman is actually kissing him, and enjoying it too.
And, god when Bruce tears the gloves off with his teeth, it has the clown blushing like an idiot. He throws his head back laughing in delight when. Bruce's arms are around him again.
The 'TELL ME' has the clown arching his neck a little. Moans escapes ruby lips, then he presses another kiss to his mouth. He is fully aware that Batman just craves to hear him say it, and he doesn't hold back. Not tonight.
His lips grazes his right ear. "Lemme have ah feel," He bites down on his earlobe, fingernails digging into the nape of his neck. "Now tell me," He leaves soft kisses on Bruce's jawline. "How to get this thing off, bats?" He is referring to the costume he's wearing.
Feeling his hair being pulled and the roughness the kiss was turning into, Bruce felt himself letting go, something he hadn't done in so long. Soft little moans slipped from his lips as he felt the roughness, hungry and lust within the kiss and now he needed to match same longing, for he too felt all of those feelings himself.

All his ? A small smirk soon formed on Bruce's lips as he slowly moved his hands down Joker's sides, feeling every itch. But even this wasn't enough. So, Bruce moved his hands to his own mouth and ripped his gloves off with his teeth and throwing them to the side. Then he placed his hands back on Joker's sides.
" Tell me... " Bruce whispered softly while he pressed his lips softly on Joker's neck and kissed down it. "What it is you want." Of course, he already knew the answer to this, but he wanted to hear it out loud, hear it from Joker's lips. "Tell me what you want and I will give it to you."
13 notes
Β·
View notes
Note
β [reverse] (on purpose)
"Romy you bitch," That's the first thing that comes from out of the Joker's mouth, when the hot coffee is spilled all over his purple jacket. "Bastard," He wipes his hands at his jacket, as if it will help.
"You did that on purpose, didn't ya'?"
1 note
Β·
View note
Text
The Joker couldn't contain the smile that spreads across his mouth, hearing that from Bruce Wayne. Yeah, maybe, just maybe, even so he will conceal this memory somewhere safe. Somewhere nearly called forgotten. "You're an adorable idiot," Joker's familiar with the insults clothed with affection.
And when Bruce leans down to kiss him, Joker frankly is to flabbergasted to respond at first. Then all of sudden his lips moves against Batman's. Joker's anything but gently though. Spidery fingers grasps a handful of Bruce's hair, bringing him in to deep. but hungry kiss. a smaller frame leans on him.
"C'mon bats? Don't hold back!" The madman wants Batman to kiss him like his life depend on it. "I'm all yours for the keeping,"
Joker's words hurt deeply but Bruce knew he was right. After tonight they would just go back to being the same two people catching each other in this endless game of cat and mouse until the day one of them died. Apart of him was ok with it and apart of him knew he HAD to be ok with it. But yes, they had tonight to make the most of it, the most of whatever this was between them.

" We will always have Paris " Bruce said softly as he now placed both of his hands on Joker's face, moving ever so closer to his face. Crushing their lips together, Bruce kissed him deeply and yet ever so softly. For there was a hint of sadness within it. A sadness that both of them would understand but didn't need to speak of it right this second.
13 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
Send β for my muse to spill coffee on your muse. Β
Send + [reverse] for the reverse.
55 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
Send β¨ to receive a compliment from my muse!
229 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
I know my responses been slow lately, however it's probably going to stay that way for a little while. I have a lot on my plate right now, but feel free to send me things. I honestly don't mind. I love them all very much. It'll just be slower replies, that's all.
5 notes
Β·
View notes
Text
For the first time in his life the clown has truly let someone seeps through the pores of skin. Pick at his heart, emerge the feelings he had buried so long ago. The bat has somehow absorbed his very existence. What they have between them is twisted and wrong, and yet it feels so right. He hates the emotions ushering up. He wants to make them disappear. He needs them gone. He's the Joker. He doesn't care. He doesn't love. He doesn't need. He kills, cause havoc.
Joker eyes bears into Batman's one's intensely. Since he's taken the mask off. He closes his eyes when the glove hand touches one of his cheek. It's unreal. It's so unreal it hurts. "He'd say why turn a light switch on that's already broken, it'll never work," He leans his forehead on Batman's. "And why try to fix it when ya' don't know how to?"
He laughs softly. It's laced with anguish. "So why start and stop halfway in" He smiles sadly at him. "But can we have just tonight,"
Bruce couldn't help but to feel something he hadn't felt in years, a feeling he thought he had locked away, not wanting to ever feel it again. But there was something about the Joker, something he never really admit out loud, not even to Alfred.

Removing his mask from his face, his eyes slowly locked with Joker's eyes. God he hated it, he hated that the clown was right. He had always been right. There was a time when Bruce hated him, felt as if he was dirt at the bottom of his shoe. But now, now Bruce felt as if he couldn't live without him.
" And what if he does ? " Bruce asked softly. "What if the Bat does feel the same way? What will the Clown do? Turn a new leave or keep doing crime? " Shaking his head, Bruce didn't want to hear the answer to that question, for he feared that he already knew what the answer was.
Without giving it a second thought, Bruce slowly moved closer to Joker's face, allowing one of his hands to slowly move to his cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb. "Don't answer that." He said softly. "Because we both know the answer to that and that is why it could never work, we can never work."
13 notes
Β·
View notes