《JOKER || DDLG IMAGINES》Cherry || Twentyfive
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It was hard to communicate with him
when things got serious.
Screaming matches about your behaviour,
his behaviour,
about something that happened long
in the past or yesterday.
He would speak to you like you were
an adult and your mental space
didn't match up to that.
He knew you were fragile but his chaos
didn't keep that in mind.
"I'm fucking tired of this shit"
He ran a hand through his hair,
a tired look on his face because he came home
at three in the morning,
leaving you alone for two whole days
without so much as a warning and
without a good excuse.
"What do ya want me to do huh?
Fucking baby you all the time even when
you're being a bitch?"
"Daddy"
You choked out,
pushing his insults to the back of your mind.
"I haven't seen you in two days.
You didn't tell me that you wouldn't
be coming home.
You kissed me and said that you
would see me later"
"Yeah little girl"
He scoffed.
"Two days later"
"What?"
You breathed out.
"Daddy,
that isn't true.
What were you even doing?"
His intense blue eyes falling onto you,
an irritated sigh left his mouth as he stared
at you blankly.
"You were with girls,
Weren't you?"
You asked him quietly,
your little heart beating erratically
in your chest because you hated confrontation
or conflict of any kind,
especially with the person who was
supposed to make you feel safe.
Looking off to the side,
he didn't give you an answer
and you knew that it was true.
A part of you said that maybe
you could understand.
Taking care of you was like a full time
job sometimes,
maybe he wanted to fuck a women without
as much responsibility.
The other part said that you deserved more
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but it wasn't like you were ever going
to do anything about it.
Tears brimming your eyes,
you left him sitting there at his desk,
shutting yourself into the bedroom and
climbing into your bed,
crying into your pillow softly.
When you woke up,
it was light outside,
opening your eyes to see him sitting there,
a cigarette in his mouth as he lit it,
his shirt unbuttoned and his hair starting
to lose its slick,
falling into his face slightly.
"You okay baby?"
He asked you lowly.
Staying silent,
you didn't want to talk to him,
the ache in your heart duller than it was
last night but still raw and alive.
Glancing at you with those intense blue eyes,
he reached out,
placing his hand on your thigh,
the rings around his fingers cold
against your skin.
"Hm?"
"I'm fine"
You replied barely above a whisper,
prying his hand from you and
sitting with your back against the headboard,
holding your knees to your chest.
"Are you doing anything today?"
"I don't feel like it"
He stubbed out the cigarette,
pulling his slacks up slightly to get to his laces,
taking his shoes off and leaving them
on the floor which was unlike him because
he was usually such a control freak,
laying on his side,
his eyes on you.
"Did daddy hurt you baby?"
"It doesn't matter"
You answered him quietly,
avoiding his eyes on you.
"It does fucking matter"
He pulled you closer to him by
your ankle,
a grin on his mouth as he leaned down
kissing your lips softly,
his hand squeezing at your waist,
deepening it,
touching the tip of your tongue with his
because it always made you laugh.
"Daddy!"
You giggled,
pulling away from him.
"Stop it"
"You wanna make milkshakes?"
He smirked.
"With cream?"
You looked at him suspiciously.
"And marshmallow pieces
with a cherry on top?"
"Anything ya want"
He grabbed at your tummy,
making you cry out in laughter
because you were ticklish,
the room falling silent.
"Who's my little baby hm?"
He knew the answer
but he still wanted to hear it.
"I'm your baby daddy"
You whispered against his lips.
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