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Anonymous said: Can I request a hc where the reader and Arthur accidentally swap journals and both find out they have feelings for each other

Hello there! I sure can fill this request for you 💕 hope this is close to what you had in mind.

You and Arthur had been going to the same group therapy for a few months now. The two of you had struck up an easy friendship, sitting next to one another during each session. 

You would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for the lonely man. 

Today was journal day, your least favorite session of the month. Each patient took a turn reading something from their journal. When it was your turn, you read a very sarcastic poem about sharing one’s inner thoughts with a group.

It got a chuckle out of Arthur, but your therapist glared daggers into you. The next person to read was Arthur. He read off a short grocery list he had written, and you couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped your lips. 

“Leave it to you two,” the therapist mumbled under their breath. Your heart fluttered; the two of you were quite the tricksters. 

The therapy session ended late, and all of you had to rush to pack your things and get on home. You hastily grabbed your journal and shoved it into your bag. You didn’t have time to say goodbye to Arthur since you had work early the next morning.

That night you sat down to write in your journal, flipping to the first empty page. Except, this wasn’t your journal… it was Arthur’s. 

You would have closed the book and never looked at it again if it weren’t for your name written in bold and underlined in messy handwriting. 

Your heart pounded as you read the latest passage. I’ve got this friend from therapy. They are really nice, and I think I might be in love. I’m in love with Y/N. 

There where messy hearts drawn around the two lines, and you felt your face heat. There had been a few passages in your journal, similar to this. 

That’s when the realization hit you. If you had Arthur’s journal, that means Arthur has yours. You rushed to your phone, slamming Arthur’s number in. As the phone rang, you tapped your foot hastily.

“Hello,” Arthur’s voice sounded far away, lost in thought.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said, words rushing out of your mouth, “I think we switched journals on accident.” You wait as the line hung quietly, and you worried Arthur had hung up on you.

“So this is real,” Arthur said, awe in his voice, “I’m not just imagining this.” 

“Arthur, what are you talking about,” you asked, a touch of panic in your voice.

“I read some of your journals,” Arthur confessed, voice still distant, “I’m sorry, I honestly thought it was a delusion.” 

You took a deep breath, “it’s okay, I read your last passage too.” You heard Arthur chuckle on the other line, and you couldn’t help to laugh along with him. 

“So, do you want to get some coffee tomorrow,” Arthur asked, finally sounding in the moment. 

“Sure, how does lunch sound? I’ve got work in the morning,” you couldn’t help the giddy feeling filling your body. You did a little happy dance as Arthur made plans. 

This was the start of something special, you could feel it. 

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Cranberry Vodka, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Prompt: “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

Warnings: Cursing, drinking.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Reader

A/N: I wrote this for the #arthurfleckjokerwritingchallenge hosted by @arthurfleckjoker2019, I thought it was a cute fluffy one-shot and I hope you all enjoy!

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You have a history of getting a little out of hand when you drank. Nothing crazy like getting into fights at the bar or parading naked through the streets, but you were a little… enthusiastic about things. Like when your neighbors brought over peach cobbler to welcome you to the neighborhood you cried and called them beautiful and told them you loved them.

And when you met Arthur, you were a little more than tipsy. You were at a comedy club with your friends and sat down at the only table available, which was his. After a few more dirty martinis you were chatting up a storm, asking him every question you could think of. 

When the show ended you gave him his number and that started a beautiful friendship, and you tried not to drink around him after that.

You and Arthur had a very interesting friendship. It was quite obvious he had a little crush on you, you could tell because of the way he looked at you. He snuck glances at you when he thought you didn’t notice, with this look in his eyes. Like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. 

It would be far from the truth to say you didn’t feel the same way. Maybe not in the way he was so deeply enthralled by you, but you did think of him as more than a friend. How could you not? He was so kind, so sweet, he would do anything for you and you knew it. 

Arthur never had a friend. Sure, he had ‘friends’, but none of them were in it selflessly. At work, they’d call him their friend, but only to butter him up for favors. Other people that he saw often in his life were in no way considered his friends. His social worker, the woman at the pharmacy who would give him his prescriptions, the manager of his apartment, they were all just side characters in his own sad novel. 

But you. He adored you. You were his only true friend. The only person to help him when he needed help, the only one to check up on him out of the blue and make sure he was okay, the only one that didn’t get uncomfortable when he laughed.

So, you tried not to ruin it with your drinking. 

One night though, your neighbors brought over a bottle of vodka, assuming from their first meeting with you that you enjoyed alcohol. You very much loved alcohol, you loved to drink, but hard drinks like vodka were one of the worst things you could consume. You always got lonely and invited people over, and if you were with people you became way too flirty. 

It just so happened, you were alone on a Friday night and opened the bottle. The cork popped open and you made yourself a Cape Cod, your favorite mixed drink. Cranberry juice and vodka, with a lime on the edge. 

After your first two drinks, you reached the lonely stage and called up Arthur. 

It took a few rings, but he picked up. 

“Hello?” He answered, sounding as if he didn’t expect a call. You looked at your watch and realized it was nine P.M. You hoped you didn’t wake him or his mother.

“Hi, Arthur. It’s (Y/N).” You smiled into the receiver, laying back against your couch while you took a sip of your drink. It was smooth, sweet, with a little surprising tang.

“Oh, (Y/N).” His tone brightened and you felt your heart warm at the change in his voice. “How are you, how was work?”

“Work was fine, boring, as usual.” You found yourself twirling the phone cord around your finger, grinning like you were a high-school girl talking to her boyfriend late at night. “How was your day?”

“Uh, fine. It was fine.” 

“Are you busy? Or anything?” 

“Uhm, no. No, I’m not busy. Why, is something wrong?” The sudden concern in his voice was evident, new nervous thoughts running through his head. 

“No, not at all. I was wondering if you uh, if you weren’t busy maybe you could come over?” Your mind raced to think of an excuse, normally when you asked him over at night it was for dinner or if you had a funny story about your day. But your day was uneventful and you had eaten dinner in town. You didn’t even have left-overs to offer.

“Sure!” He said before you could lie your way out of awkwardness. “My mother, she just went to bed. So sure, I can come over.”

“Okay!” You breathed out a shaky laugh, taking another sip of your drink in an attempt to calm yourself down. “Okay, well, I’ll see you soon!”

The two of you hung up and you went to freshen up your makeup and pour yourself another drink. He took a while to get to your place since he walked, and you would have offered to pick him up if you hadn’t been drinking.

Arthur rang your doorbell shortly after you prettied yourself up and drank two more cocktails.

“Arthur, hi!” You beamed as you opened the door, welcoming him into your house. 

“Hey.” He smiled sheepishly and walked past you, taking his coat off and hanging it by the door. “I saw a cat on the way over.”

“Aw, a kitty?” You swooned over the thought and closed the door behind him. 

He raised a brow at your strange dreamy attitude but said nothing about it, only nodding. “Yeah, a brown cat. Looked old.”

You led him to your living room and quickly picked up your empty glass, not wanting him to know you were drunk. In your state of oblivion you had no idea that it was painfully obvious how drunk you were. Not to mention the sweet smell on your breath and the way the cranberry juice had stained your lips. He gave you the benefit of the doubt though, since you weren’t acting nearly as out of control as the night he met you.

“So, how was your day?” You drew out your words, which of course, didn’t go by Arthur unnoticed. 

“You already asked me that. On the phone.” He was amused by the way you were acting. The way you slurred your speech and stumbled around the room was funny to him, you acted much different than his coworkers when they drank. Randall invited him out once to drink with them. Accepting his invitation was a decision he regretted almost immediately. 

You were much nicer, though, much more warm and comfortable. 

“Oh, right.” Your laughter, oh how he could melt just listening to it. “Well, do you wanna watch a movie? Halloween is coming on soon.” 

Arthur was a bit confused as to why he was there, every time he had come over to your house, it was for a specific reason. No one had ever invited Arthur over to just ‘hang out’. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t happy, though, it meant you enjoyed his company enough to have him over for no other reason than to just be with him. 

“Yeah, sure.” He shrugged, not even trying to keep the bashful smile from his face. 

You sat close to him on the couch, maybe too close to him, judging by how stiff he sat. Every time your arm would accidentally brush against his, he would tense up for a few seconds. It was adorable. And the fact that you were well past drunk only made him more appealing to you. 

“Ease up, Arthur.” You said after a while of him doing this over and over. “It’s just me.”

The way you spoke only made him more nervous. He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to say something, but his throat felt far too dry to speak. He barely managed to croak out an ‘I’ before he choked on his own words. 

Did you truly make his that nervous so easily? You could have toyed with him a bit, been cruel and made it worse for him, but you couldn’t bare do something like that, not when you were in the state you were in. 

You didn’t see your next action as malicious. Really, you didn’t think much of it at all. You only wanted to be closer to him. But if your goal had been to relax Arthur, you had done the complete opposite. You leaned in closer to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He smelt so good, aside from the smell of old cigarettes. You could barely put up with that.

Arthur fucking froze. 

“What cologne do you wear?” You asked, turning your head so you could smell him better. Doing so, your nose brushed against his earlobe, sending sinful chills down his spine. He had no fucking idea what cologne he used. It was the same bottle his mother had bought him for Christmas all those years ago. 

“It smells so good.” You continued when he didn’t answer, only nuzzling your face further in his neck. 

He had no idea what to say. He was a thousand miles beyond nervous, his heart was slamming 200bpm against his chest, and his right leg bounced uncontrollably. He’d never felt his heart beat like that before. He imagined this was what cocaine felt like.

Apparently, leaning your head on his shoulder wasn’t close enough for you, so you looped your arms around his waist and curled into his form. 

Okay, it was time for Arthur to start asking questions. “(Y/N),” His voice trembled as he spoke. “What are you doing?”

What were you doing? Wasn’t it obvious? “Do you not like it?” You asked, ready to move if he so wished, but for the moment you remained where you were. 

He answered immediately, tripping over his own words. “No! I mean, I like it just fine, I just, don’t know why you’re… being like this with me.”

“Uhm,” You laughed, looking up at him. “Because I like you. And I want to.” 

His heart jumped to his throat. “What did you just say?”

“I said… what did I say?” You giggled, trying to play with him a little. You’d always been a playful drunk. 

But Arthur was having none of it. “(Y/N), please,” 

The tone of his voice was enough to make you understand the seriousness of the situation for him. “Okay, I’m sorry.” Leaning up so you could look him in the eyes, you smiled. “I said I liked you.” 

If you could burn one image into your head for the rest of your life, it would have been the look on his face when you said those words. His features went slack, all but his lips, they twitched into a smile of disbelief. Seeing him go through a range of emotions at once was an experience all on its own. 

“Wait,” Suddenly, he didn’t look so happy anymore. “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” He furrowed his brows, glancing down at your cranberry reddened lips. 

“A little.” You admitted, biting your bottom lip. “But, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.” 

His eyes scanned over your face, searching for anything he could use to help him understand what the fuck was going on. You were drunk, he had known that since he walked in your house. So what did that mean? Were you lying? Was it the alcohol talking?

“Arthur, you’re thinking too much.” You sighed and reached up to brush a stray brown curl from his face. “It’s not hard to believe, is it? I mean, I invite you over for dinner all the time, we go out together every weekend-”

Arthur leaned forward, his heart racing, and kissed you. 

You hadn’t expected him to be so bold. You kissed back, boy, did you kiss back. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and sighed, thankful he had made the next move.

When you pulled back from his lips he was silent for a moment, only to lick his bottom lip and chuckle. “You taste sweet.” Before he even realized what he was saying he had said it. For a split second he panicked, but when you giggled and leaned in to kiss him again his fear subsided.

“I’m actually really glad I’ve been drinking.” You admitted once the second kiss was broken. Arthur listened intently as you sat back in the couch, resuming your position of cuddling him. “I don’t think I would have told you that if I was sober.”

Arthur smiled to himself as he felt you relax against him. Yeah, well, in that case, he was really glad too. 

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Hair Cut

@nothing-but-a-comedy requested: “I was getting my hair cut today and while they were shampooing, I was enjoying the feeling of the water and the massage and thought “I wonder if Arthur would love this as much as I am.” So I thought maybe you could write something about how the reader is a hairdresser & Arthur comes in for a haircut that he rarely gets to do. And he really enjoys the physical touches and is all cute and blushy. And lol somehow the reader notices and wants to meet him again or spoil him with free haircuts.” 

Okay so sorry not sorry, but I didn’t write this as a “x Reader” because I couldn’t get it quite right. Anyways this is from Arthur’s perspective (I guess?) so I hope that’s okay!!

___

Arthur looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked tired. The dark circles under his eyes looked more prominent, and he felt like he looked older than usual. He tried to make himself smile, hoping that the gesture would make his face look younger.

He scowled at the result; his eyes looked dead as his lips curled upwards.

Arthur sighed and tried to focus on the other aspects of his appearance.

He smoothed down the front of his shirt, tucking and untucking it into his pants. Arthur pursed his lips at his reflection, tapping his fingers nervously along the rim of the porcelain sink.

Looking up at his hair, he couldn’t help but laugh at the juxtaposition between his prematurely aged face and his boyish haircut.

His mother had insisted on giving him haircuts even though her shaky hands often left him uneven with too short bangs. It had been some time since her last attempt at playing cosmetologist, and his loose curls were almost starting to reach past his shoulders.  

It was always the same processes. She kept the scissors in the vanity. She’d had the pair for as long as Arthur could remember. She would sit him down on the toilet and snip, snip haphazardly until enough hair had come off to seem like she had done a semblance of a good job.

Arthur leaned back looking out the bathroom door and across the hall to where his mother sat on the bed watching another news caster interview Thomas Wayne. He didn’t want to disturb her to ask her for a quick cut. And besides, he was getting rather annoyed by her lack of skill with a scissors.

Arthur let out a deep breath. He mentally calculated how much of his last paycheck he had left. “Fuck it” he said out loud, “I can’t look like this anymore.”

He poked his head into the bedroom. “Hey Mom, I’m going out, do you need anything?”

Penny looked over at him, her eyes blankly registering his presence. “No Happy, just check the mail when you come back up.”

Arthur fake smiled and nodded, not bothering to remind her that it was Sunday, and there would be no mail regardless.

___

Walking down the filthy street, Arthur kept his head down. Although he craved attention, he felt that he didn’t deserve it. Arthur wanted nothing more than to stand out from the crowd, but today, the thought of someone looking at him made him nervous and embarrassed.

He turned the corner and saw the blinking “open” sign humming in the window. Squeezing his hands tightly into his pants pockets he mustered all his confidence and pushed the shop door open.

A bell softly rang as Arthur entered the salon. It smelled like hairspray and cleaning supplies. Oldies quietly drifted over invisible speakers.

A young woman sat in one of the barber chairs. She was reading a trashy fashion magazine, her long red manicured nails mindlessly flipped through the pages. Her hair was pulled into a high slicked back ponytail.

Arthur could see her dark eyes glossing over the images, thick winged eyeliner gave her face a mysterious illusion.

She hadn’t noticed him yet. Arthur felt self-conscious about watching her. He contemplated leaving, but finally her eyes snapped up at him.

“Jesus! You been standing there long?” She asked, her voice had a hint of an accent, but Arthur couldn’t place it.

“No, not long.”

She blinked at him a few times before turning the magazine out towards him.

“What do you think of this nail color?” She asked, pointing to an advertisement.

“It’s nice.” Arthur felt his face blush. She was very pretty. Now that he was able to see her whole face, he could see her high set cheek bones and perfectly shaped lips.

She scrunched her face back at the page before quickly shutting the magazine and standing.

“So, what to do you want?”

“Um, what?” He asked, thinking this was a mistake, this was a mistake.

“Like what kind of hair cut do you want?”

Arthur suppressed a laugh he felt building in his chest. He felt embarrassed, he wanted to leave. I should have just asked Mom, he thought to himself. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. The young woman looked at him expectantly and he felt a familiar tug in his stomach. She was the first woman who wasn’t his mother to talk to him in a long time.

She asked your opinion, she cares what you think, a voice in the back of his mind whispered.

She moved towards him and lead him to the chair she had just been sitting in.

Arthur sat, feeling the warmth from her body still lingering on the seat.

She grabbed a bit of his hair, her fingernail running along the back of his neck. Arthur shivered.

“You have great hair,” She said, “very soft!”

“I don’t know what kind of haircut I want.” He admitted. “I’ve never had my hair professionally cut before.”

Her mouth popped open in shock. “You never…never cut professionally!” She brought her hands to her hips and tsked at him. “Well, I guess I’ll have to give you the full salon treatment!”

Arthur blushed, and allowed himself to laugh.

Taking Arthur’s hand, she led him over to a small sink near the back of the salon. She sat him in the chair and hummed to herself while she turned the water on and checked the temperature. She pushed Arthur’s shoulders back and leaned his head into the sink.

“That feels nice.” Arthur giggled as he felt her fingers against his neck and head.

“Oh, just wait for the shampoo, you’ll love that!” She said, wiping water off his forehead. Arthur closed his eyes and felt himself blissfully smile.

She was right of course. The sensation of her nails gently rubbing against his scalp was delightful.

She would softly run her hands down the sides of his face and across his forehead too, careful to not get soap or water on him.

Arthur was in heaven; he wanted the pampering to never end. No one had ever touched him like this before. He felt completely calm as a total stranger washed his hair, an action that seemed oddly intimate to him.

But the washing did end, and Arthur was led back to the barber chair, a hot pink cape whisked around him.

The young woman began combing out his hair and Arthur wanted to sigh with pleasure. He waited in anticipation to feel the soft scratch of her nails on the back of his neck, along his ears, and hairline.

I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this my whole life, he thought to himself. He watched her in the mirror, and he was fascinated by her lips blowing pink bubbles with her gum, and the furrowing of her brows when she came across a particularly difficult knot in his hair.

“Okay so, let’s talk length and style.” She said, her hands resting on his shoulders.

Arthur snapped out of his daydream trance, forcing himself to focus on what she was saying and not the lovely way her mouth puckered out when she spoke.

He nodded. “I don’t care what you do, as long as it is even.” He said with a slight chuckle. She smiled too.

“Whatever you say, boss. If it’s house choice I just hope you like it!”

She began to cut Arthur’s hair. He watched as the pieces fell to the floor around him.

“So, want do you do?” She asked tugged at a lock behind his ear.

“I’m a comedian.” Arthur blurted out. “Or trying to be.” He quickly clarified.

“Oh, okay I see you!” She smiled approvingly at him. “Can you tell me a joke?”

Arthur thought for a moment. “Gotham City Public Transit.”

She gasped in mock shock before letting out a healthy laugh. Arthur watched the joy spread across her face, her smile made his heart race.

“So, he does have jokes!” She laughed to herself again. “Tell me another one.”

Arthur offered her his best material, each joke or bit elicited to the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard. She whipped a tear away from the corner of her eye. “Whew! You’re a regular joker, you know?”

Arthur smiled and blushed under her attention.

“Okay, Mr. Big Shot Comedian, you’re all done.”

Arthur’s heart sank at the thought of having to leave her presence. She made him feel warm and welcomed, and that was a rare thing to find in this awful city.

But then he looked at himself in the mirror and his eyes grew wide. Is this really me? he thought to himself.

She had trimmed his hair to chin length, his soft curls framed his face. She had slicked back his hair too with a sweet-smelling gel.

Arthur looked older, but in a good way. His features looked sharped, and more defined.

“So, thoughts and feelings?” She asked brushing a few stray hairs behind his ear.

“I love it.” Arthur couldn’t believe how good he looked. He smiled up at her. “I really love it.”

She pushed the jar of gel into his hands, and explained what she did, but Arthur was barely listening, instead he was focusing on himself. He couldn’t get over how good looking he was.

As she rang him up at the cash register—charging him only for a small trim—Arthur tried to think of something witty to say to her. He nervously drummed his fingers against the side of his leg.

“Here is your receipt” She said, offering him the slip of paper between her long nails. As Arthur reached for it, she reached out and grabbed his hand. “And here is my number” she said flipping the piece of paper over.

“If you want to get your hair cut, or if you want to try out any new jokes, you call, okay?”

Arthur nodded and carefully folded the piece of paper, placing it in his pocket.

He walked out of the salon, thinking about a song only he knew, and danced down the street.

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I made a custom font from Arthur’s handwriting in his journal. It’s not perfect, but it’s fun to make cute little love notes from Arthur to yourself 😍😍😍

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No one:

Arthur Fleck in his living room: Hey Murray :D

hey murray Hey Murray, thanks for-

~Hey Murray~

Thanks for having me on the show

It’s been a

Lifelong dream of mine

Hey Murray

ThatsveryfunnyMURRAYyouknowimacomediantoo?

What’s that? You want to hear a joke?? Yeah??

OK HERE GOES

Black Snake Moan, Joker x Reader

Ask: Could u please write a NSFW smut where reader teases joker and flirts with like one of his henchmen just to make him mad and then joker puts reader in her place and makes her know who she belongs too?!?!! Just really bratty reader with a kinky dom clown daddy joker 😩💦. Thankyou I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! 💖

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Pairing: Joker x Reader

A/N: Hope you like this! I loved writing it!

***

The week had been going by painfully slow. Excitement was at an all-time low, even law enforcement hadn’t been making much noise. There was almost nothing to do, nothing to discuss in Joker’s midweek meeting, and it was driving you insane.

Even Joker himself had been eerily quiet. Normally he was full of life, full of excitement, he could always make a boring day fun. But there he sat at his makeshift desk in the dingy warehouse building, looking down at a few papers, paying you no attention.

And of course he had insisted, with you being his right-hand woman, you were to be with him at all times. So you sat in front of the desk reading a book, legs draped over the uncomfortable wooden chair, trying to get into it. The book itself was interesting enough, but your sex drive had been unusually high the past week and since Joker was too occupied in his mind he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he had noticed, maybe he was just too in his head to do anything about it.

You sat the book in your lap and glared at him, pondering how to get a rise out of him.

Sighing loudly, you bookmarked your page and slid the book onto his desk. He didn’t look up, of course, his eyes were still locked on the papers in front of him. What the hell was he doing, anyway? You leaned forward and saw he was going through his inventory. Some of his workers, or as he teasingly called them, his ‘henchmen’, reported they needed more Remmington ammunition and gun oil. It was his duty to send out recruits to get the supplies they needed since he had to sign off on it all. 

Maybe when your little ‘business’ became larger, he would have someone else to do it.

Hell, you could do it now. But Joker insisted that you never get your hands dirty doing things such as that, so if they got busted, there would be no trace of you. It was kind, but very, very restricting. Why were you his right-hand woman anyways? In most ways, you were basically an assistant, a very limited assistant at that. 

“You wanna take a break, sweetie?” You asked as you raised your feet to his desk, hoping to catch his eye. Joker had a thing for your feet, but not in an overly sensual way. He liked when you got pedicures, he loved giving foot rubs, it was a kind of domestic thing to him. Seeing you all pampered and clean made him feel a little less stressed.

But he didn’t even glance up, only giving you a half-assed grunt. You took it as a no.

“Well, I’m a little bored.” You continued on, flexing your toes in a pathetic attempt to get his attention. “Give me something to do.”

In any other situation, he would have glanced up, given you a devious smirk and beckoned you to slide under his desk and help him relieve some tension. But still, nothing.

You were about to turn up the heat and demand attention but one of his favorite goons, a young man named Jesse who had just turned twenty-five, walked into the room. He finally looked up from his desk and you felt a twinge of anger that Jesse could so easily get his attention, but you, the so-called ‘love of his life’, couldn’t.

“Ah, Jesse.” Joker leaned back in his chair and wrung his fingers together. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Jesse, wanting to do nothing else but please his boss, walked forward until he stood next to you and beamed. “Well, uh, Sir. I’m happy to tell you that Jeremiah and I got our hands on some top-secret files from the Wayne household.” 

“The ones I wanted?” Joker was suddenly in a much better mood, his eyes wide, a huge smile on his face. You wished you could have made him smile like that.

“Yes, Sir.” Jesse mirrored his smile and took out the folded papers from the inside of his Carhartt coat, handing them over to his boss. 

“Good work Jesse!” You stood from your chair, slipping your feet back into your sandals. Joker paid no mind as he scanned over the inked letters, mouthing the words to himself as he read. “You’re my favorite for a reason!” 

His face lit up as you praised him, it wasn’t often that Joker’s girl gave out compliments. The fact that you were paying him such special praise sent him sky-high with pride. “Thank you so much, ma’am.” He smiled as you took his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over your cheek. 

“Oh, don’t call me that.” Your plan was working. Joker finally was paying you attention, he had looked up the moment you touched Jesse in such an intimate way. “I’m your age, silly.”

Jesse continued to smile and dare I say blush, not sure how to handle the attention from a superior such as yourself. Joker was quick to hand out compliments, praise, and affectionate touches such as a clap on the back or a squeeze of the shoulder. But you?

You rarely ever did such things.

Not that you thought of yourself as too good for that, not at all. You just had never been the kind of person to do such a thing. You were the type of person to give a proud smile or a nod across the room, but you had never, ever, given direct affirmation, and definitely had never touched one of his ‘henchmen’ in that manner.

“Give me some sugar, sweetheart.” You smiled up at him turned your face so he could kiss your cheek, which he did without hesitation. He knew that one who hesitates, disintegrates. Especially with the monarch of the business. 

After his lips left your cheek you giggled and gave him a pat on the face. “Such a good boy, and so handsome too. How did we find you?” You almost felt guilty when you saw how bright his smile was and how he leaned into your warm hand. “Alright, you’re dismissed, I’m sure you have very important things to do.” You made your voice as sweet as possible, knowing that behind you Joker was boiling in his own skin. 

“Thank you,” Jesse almost said the word ‘ma’am’ again but stopped himself short. “Thank you, if you need anything, I’ll, I’ll, uh, I’ll be downstairs.” He left a stuttering, blushing mess, almost tripping over his two feet on the way out. Once the door closed you sat back down in your seat and picked up your book like nothing had happened.

You didn’t have to look at Joker to know you had driven him crazy. 

At first, he tried to act like nothing was wrong. He tried to force himself to focus on the new information, but as hard as he tried, he couldn’t push the images of Jesse kissing your cheek out of his mind. The damn look on the kids face, the way his cheeks reddened, it was the way you had made him look the first time you met. 

Joker cringed at the thought and ran his hands through his hair, letting out a groan as he pushed himself back in his chair. This time though, it was your turn to ignore his obvious grasps for attention. 

You flipped a page in your book, your brain not taking in the words at all. Your heart was beating far too fast for you to even try to read. You were just pretending at that point. It was enough to convince Joker, thankfully, and it was enough to frustrate him further.

“What the hell was that?” He finally broke the silence, crossing his arms across his chest.

You looked up from your book with a look of innocence on your face. “What, sweetie?”

His jaw clenched, the strain in his muscles extremely visible. The sight of it sent chills down your spine, the fact that he was staring you down across the table intensified it all. “You’re playing coy, and I don’t like it.” 

“Playing coy about what?” Your sentence slowly faded as Joker stood up from his chair and rounded the desk, standing in front of you within a few quick seconds. 

He kneeled down in front of you, running his hands up your legs. Your breath caught in your throat but you fought to remain nonchalant about it all, looking down at him with an even stare. As if you weren’t phased by the way his hands slid up your skirt. “Is it because I’m not giving you enough attention?” He muttered, not breaking eye contact. He battled with you as he ran his fingers over the skin on your thighs, almost winning the staring contest when the tips of his fingers dipped between them and barely brushed against the fabric of your panties. 

But you continued to stare him down.

“I don’t know what you mean-”

He had enough at that point, his body slipping up against yours, his right knee planted between your thighs so it was resting on the wooden seat of your chair. You lost the contest and closed your eyes the moment his knee pressed against your pathetically wet center. 

His hand grabbed your throat when your eyes fluttered shut and he leaned against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You know exactly what I mean. And so do I. I know I’ve been busy, and I know you’re the kind of girl who needs attention round the clock. Or else she goes… crazy.”

He was exactly right, he knew you so well. You let out a breath and he left a kiss on the side of your jaw, right under your ear. “I haven’t been giving you enough attention, have I?”

“No, you haven’t.” Your voice was hoarse under the grasp of his hand, but it was understandable. 

Joker hummed and kissed right under your jaw. “I should apologize for that, but I think,” Another kiss, lower on your neck now. “I should show you who you belong to, first.”

God, yes. Finally. Your plan worked perfectly. You picked your feet up out of your sandals and raised them over his hips, pulling him higher against you. 

You wanted nothing more than for him to show you who you belonged to, and he was happy to oblige. 

He planted more kisses on your neck before dipping below the neck of your shirt, moving the fabric with his face so he could kiss the freshly exposed skin. 

Suddenly, by the grasp on your neck, he pulled you out of the chair and switched positions with you. You were too stunned to comprehend what happened, but when you came to your senses your eyes focused on his cock. He was sitting in the chair you were in only a few seconds ago, his right hand stroking his cock, slow and sweet. Your mouth watered.

You couldn’t hold back. You leaned up on your knees and took him into your mouth, almost gasping at the absolute size of him. No matter how many times you’d fuck him or suck him off, his girth continued to surprise you. You missed these intimate moments so much.

He had missed it too, obviously, because he tossed his head back and groaned. His hands found their way to your hair and helped you bob your head on his length. “Fuck.” Something about the way he cursed sent you into a spiral. Hearing him curse was nothing new to you, but when you first met Arthur he had rarely cursed in front of you. When he became Joker it was like an entirely new dictionary opened to him. 

You slipped your hand between your thighs, trying to be discreet. Apparently, it wasn’t too discreet, because he noticed almost immediately.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” The low rumble of his feral voice startled you and you looked up at him, swirling your tongue around his head in an attempt to distract him from his earlier discovery. He moaned at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You hoped your distraction would work but once he gained his bearings he looked back down to you. “No, not yet. Put your hands on my knees.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he said. He noticed that as well and his grip tightened in your hair. “Something wrong?” He growled, ignoring your muffled yelp. 

You slipped your mouth off of his cock with a lewd pop, shaking your head. “No, nothing’s wrong.” Maybe the sass was evident in your voice because he narrowed his eyes. He waited a beat, staring you down, before he finally broke and stood up. 

“Over the table.” It wasn’t a request or a demand, because as he spoke he moved your body for you, guiding you to his desk. Your panties were tugged down to your knees and then he was hunched over your body, his head right beside yours. 

“Oh, fuck.” You panted, his harsh and quick movements sending a new set of pleasurable waves through you. Something about him being rough with you… you couldn’t explain it. You closed your eyes when his cock rubbed against your folds, teasingly slow. A moan rumbled through your throat and you arched your back, hoping if he felt you moving against his cock he would finally fuck you and give you what you’d been craving all week. “Come on, fuck me. I need it. And I know you do too.”

Joker chuckled, low and gritty, before finally pushing himself into you. You both moaned at the same time, he tossed his head back, his hair falling back from his face. If you had seen his face at that moment you would have came. He looked so fucking beautiful, eyes closed in bliss, lips slightly parted. 

It wasn’t slow. As soon as he pushed his entire length into you, he began fucking you with reckless abandon. Slamming his hips into yours, if it wasn’t for the desk being as heavy as it was, it would have slid across the floor. 

“God, just like that.” You hissed through clenched teeth, your hands gripping the sides of the desk to stay upright. “Just like that.” He was fucking you exactly how you needed it. Hard and fast, without a pinch of mercy. 

His right hand slid up your back and he grabbed a handful of your hair, grabbing a generous fistful before he yanked. You gasped as your head was snapped upwards, and at the same time, he fucked you harder. You couldn’t breathe. Every thrust knocked another breath from your lungs, 

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up.” He leaned back down so he was level with your body, his teeth grazing the nape of your neck. You moaned in response and he pulled your hair, moving your neck to the side so he could get a better angle. He sank his teeth into the skin on the side of your neck, biting down so hard you could feel your muscles being pinched. You wanted to move away, the pain being almost too much, but his jaw was set and there was no moving away from him. Especially when he was about to come.

He didn’t say anything else as his hips snapped forward, his thrusts which were once in a steady rhythm quickly becoming the complete opposite. 

Joker moaned into your skin, his teeth still set around your neck. He moaned as he came inside you, his hands moving from your hair to your hips. He held you down firmly on the desk as he fucked his last bit of cum into you.

Your pussy clenched around him and you moved your hand between your legs to force your own orgasm, your fingers moving expertly against your clit. You finally came, just as he was pulling out, singing out a symphony of moans and cries. 

He released your neck and stood back, almost stumbling as he all but fell into your chair. You turned just in time to see him running a hand through his sweaty hair, right before he put his softening cock back into his pants. He gave you a lazy smirk, his eyes flickering from yours to your panties, which were still around your ankles. While he was looking at them, a slow trickle of his cum leaked down the inside of your thigh, and suddenly his soft cock wasn’t so soft anymore. He looked back up at your face, grinning when he saw how red and sweaty you were.

“How was that?” He asked, loosening the neck of his shirt.

“Perfect.” You hummed and kicked off your panties before walking over to him, sliding into his lap. You looked down at his face, noticing how the greasepaint had worn off near his forehead from his sweat. You were going to say something about him needing a touch-up, but when you moved your hips to get more comfortable on him, you felt how hard he had gotten. “Already?” You teased, locking eyes with him. You caught his mischievous glint and you laughed, tilting your head back as you did so.  

You rose from his lap and slipped your sandals on, making sure you maintained eye contact the whole time. When you were done you stood up, walking past him, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Well, you’ll just have to catch me, first.”

This is so goddamn hot I still cant get over the talent, I'm left in awe everytime I finish reading this

Who do you belong to? (Joaquin Phoenix x Reader) NSFW

Anonymous: Can I request an imagine where Joaquin is protective over you? ✨ It turned out a bit smuttier than I’ve planned, but please forgive me, I cannot not write smut if Joaquin is involved!  Summary: Reader and Joaquin are together and one night an old friend of reader shows up at the door. Joaquin doesn’t like him and doesn’t want him to be around reader because he believes he’s toxic. Warnings: strong language, arguing, smut at the end. Word count: 1757.

It’s Friday night and you’re reading on the couch, waiting for Joaquin to come home when the doorbell rings. You’re a bit suspicious but you get up and walk to the door. When you open it you can’t believe your eyes.

“Surprise, baby girl!” – your best friend, Rob is standing in the door with a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Oh my god! What are you doing here? What the fuck, Rob!?” – you’re screaming like an idiot while hugging him tight. You haven’t seen him for months now, he’s always working, going on business trips and all that shit.

“I’m in town for a few days so I thought I’d come and see you. Are you happy to see me?”

“Of course, stupid, come on in! Make yourself comfortable, I’ll open up this wine.” – you say with a huge smile on your face. You and Rob have been friends since high school, he’s the only school friend you’ve got left.

“So… where’s the man?” – he asks cynically, putting emphasize on ‘the man’.

“He’s not home yet, but can arrive at any moment. I’m glad you two will be able to meet.” – you say with forced cheerfulness.

“Yeah…so am I.” – he says while rolling his eyes. The fact is, Joaquin doesn’t like him too much. Well, let’s face the truth, he fucking hates his guts and the feeling is quite mutual. He always says that Rob isn’t a true friend, that he’s a megalomaniac who only wants to be around other people, including you, to be praised and put on a pedestal. What is more, Rob tends to flirt with you all the time. He isn’t explicit and you don’t take it seriously, it’s his style but Joaquin is fucking annoyed by it. He gave voice to his opinion right after the first time they had met. It was a fucking wild night; you were arguing for hours but somehow you managed to calm him down and you haven’t talked about it ever since. Well, this will change tonight for sure.

You’ve been chatting and drinking for like an hour when you heard the front door cracking.

“Hey baby, I’m home!”

“Hi honey, I missed you so much!” – Rob is imitating your voice and sending kisses in the air towards Joaquin. He’s petrified beyond measure. You walk over him and give him a kiss to which he doesn’t respond.

“Hey babe, indeed I missed you.” – you laugh a little as to ease the tension but it clearly isn’t helping.

“Come on, man, contain yourself, don’t be this delighted to see me.” – Rob walks forward and offers his hand.

“Hi Rob, what a pleasant surprise.” – Joaquin shakes his hand hastily and pulls you into the kitchen.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” – his eyes flash, he’s furious.

“He’s just showed up; I didn’t know about it! He’s in town and he wanted to see me. Come on baby, you know he’s my best mate, my oldest friend, don’t be like this, please, I’m asking you nicely.” – you say, almost begging him. He stares at the floor with his frown so intense you can barely see his eyes and gives a short nod. You wouldn’t say you’re relieved but it’s definitely better than yelling.

“Guys, I know you’re talking about me literally behind my back so why don’t you come back in? And Joaquin, you can say whatever you want to me, don’t be shy!” – Rob shouts cockily.

“I hate him.” – Joaquin mouths angrily before the two of you get back to the living room. As you’re chatting with Rob you try to draw Joaquin into the conversation but all you get is three word sentences. Rob doesn’t seem to care, he’s paying attention only to you and this infuriates Joaquin even more.

“…and then I went to Shanghai, then Tokyo, oh man, the hotels I was staying at…Jesus fucking Christ. This is a nice place you have here but those suites… Out of this world. You guys have no idea what I’m talking about.” – he’s doing it again. He always brags, you know that about him and you love him anyways but this is too much. Now he’s insulting Joaquin too and you don’t like it. He starts pacing the room, telling another incredibly awesome story and then he stops behind you and places his hands on your shoulder. He starts to rub them while still talking, sometimes asking you something, but always staying amazed by his own voice. Joaquin looks deep in your eyes. He doesn’t do anything but you can tell he’s raging.

“You know what, Rob? It’s almost eleven and we had a long day. What about we pick up from here tomorrow? We could go out and have dinner or something, hmm?” – you suggest in a hurry before things get out of hand.

“Okay baby girl, I need to leave anyways, I was invited to a huge rooftop party and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” – he says while bending down and placing a kiss below you right ear, almost on your neck. Your eyes widen as this was highly unexpected, even from Rob and you don’t know how to react. Fortunately, you don’t have to, he’s already walking towards the door and you go with him, letting him out and waving goodbye.

“What the fuck was that (Y/N)? Who the fuck he thinks he is? If you’re telling me this was normal I swear to god, I’ll…” – he’s enraged.

“Don’t fucking yell at me like I’m the one who asked him to behave like this!” – you say on the verge of crying from distress.

“I don’t want you to be around him, okay? He’s a fucking vermin, he always makes you feel less than him, how can you be fucking friends with him? I truly don’t understand (Y/N), tell me!”

“He was there for me when I needed someone, he was the only one, right from the start! You fucking know how hard high school was for me, don’t you dare blaming me for not wanting to be all alone!”

“And don’t you think he’s there for you only to have someone to brag to? He treats you like shit and I don’t like that, you don’t deserve it. And that fucking kiss on your neck? He’s making fun of me, what a prick, he’s a fucking asshole (Y/N), don’t you see it?” – he walks towards you, cups your face and leans close. “I don’t want you to see him again. I fucking love you and I won’t let anyone harm you and treat you bad, you understand? I don’t want him to touch you, ever again. He’s a fucking egoist and he’s claiming you like you were his. But you are mine, aren’t you? No one calls you baby girl, but me, right?” – his anger is gone, he speaks slowly, his voice is profound. His face is motionless; he’s being so serious it almost frightens you. You want to answer the question but he doesn’t let you. He presses his lips on yours, sliding his tongue in without hesitation, swirling around yours. His hands go wild on your body, gripping your ass, your waist, your breasts, finally arriving to your neck. He grabs your throat with his right hand and places hot and needy kisses on the side of your neck.  You run your fingers through his hair trying to find something to cling to. His way of acting this protective and jealous really turned you on, you can’t deny that.

“Ah, baby, don’t do this, let’s talk about this…” - you want to talk, for real, but it seems he has other plans.

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore, all I want you know is that I’ll always protect you from fuckers like him.” – he speaks assertively, his voice echoes in your ears. You don’t control yourself anymore, it’s pointless. You let down your walls and lose yourself to his will. He drags you to the bedroom, he’s like a predator and you’re his prey. He tosses you to the bed and strips you and himself down.

“You’re fucking gorgeous; I don’t deserve you.” – he says softly as he’s lowering himself on top of you. He intertwines his lips with yours in a sloppy kiss as he slowly pushes himself into you. He has no trouble entering you, you’re shockingly wet for him. You let out a loud moan when he’s fully inside of you, your voice making you even more desirable for him. He doesn’t start gentle now, he’s thrusting into you hard and heavy, constantly quickening his pace.

“Yes baby, oh my god…” - feeling him sliding in and out of you makes you gasp with every thrust, he’s so big and perfect you could cry in pleasure.

“Moan for me, baby girl, yes, so hot and sweet.” – he kisses you passionately, swallowing your moans, biting and sucking on your lower lip. He slams himself into your wet pussy so intensely and in such a perfect angle you can feel your clit pulsating against his cock. You want this to last but you know it won’t happen, you’re too close.

“Oh yeah baby, I’m gonna…” – you cry out as he’s choking your throat lightly.

“Yes baby girl, come around me, I fucking love how it feels.” – he’s pounding fiercely and you can tell from his groans that he won’t be able to hold himself back much more. “Who do you belong to, huh, who? Tell me baby, I want to hear.” – he asks impatiently with clenched jaws, his voice is raspy.

“To you baby, I’m all yours, ah fuuck…!” – that’s it, you’re unable to refrain, you let yourself go. You come hard and uncontrollable around his cock; your whole body is shaking from pleasure. You’re still riding out your orgasm when he grabs your waist with both of his hands, holds you down securely and starts shoving his cock inside your faster than before. He’s ferocious, making your body bounce like you’re a rag doll, but you don’t mind, you fucking love it. Suddenly he pulls his cock out of you and with a loud moan he comes all over your pussy, cum’s dripping down your clit and folds. He’s fucking pleased with the view and neither of you mind the mess he’s made.

“I guess it’s settled then…” – you say smiling – “…we won’t be having dinner with him tomorrow.”

“I’d be happy if we didn’t baby.” – he chuckles and leans in for a kiss. @syvellsworld​

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Hello everyone,

The end of the year can be a difficult time for some of us. We may feel more lonely or sad for various reasons. It could also be usually tough all year long.

I would like to remind you all that it’s okay not to be okay. Crying releases an hormone that reduces stress; it’s not a weakness but in reality an act of love from your body.

Don’t stay alone, people are here to help you, and my door is always open if someone needs to vent. Everything will be alright.

I believe in you 🌟

Joaquin Phoenix nominated for BEST ACTOR at the Hollywood Critics Association Awards JOKER nominated for BEST PICTURE

Could u please write a NSFW smut where reader teases joker and flirts with like one of his henchmen just to make him mad and then joker puts reader in her place and makes her know who she belongs too?!?!! Just really bratty reader with a kinky dom clown daddy joker 😩💦. Thankyou I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! 💖

Getting on it now!