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Margot Robbie’s Harley + Joaquin Phoenix’s Joker

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Three times a night? Yes please

Oooo Arthur/joker alphabet please!

a/n: ask and you shall receive :)

warnings: smut, obviously, and adult themes/content. Also it’s a lot of work to do both so I’ll be doing joker :) and let’s hope my irl friends who follow me on here don’t see this akznanzba

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He's so pretty in this movie💕💕

joaquin phoenix || to die for (1995)

©️ to @princessofdarkness for the pictures

Hmm

Her (2013), dir. Spike Jonze

Bathroom Mirror (Arthur Fleck x Reader)

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Arthur Fleck vibes

(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)

Another video i found on twitter today! Deleted scene of Sophie and Arthur’s Date

OH MY GOSHHH!!

This joker asmr video is just way too good

Joker by Cameron Stewart *

Joaquin Phoenix attending the conference of ‘Reservation Road’ back in 2007 at the Toronto International Film Festival

I just need an emotional support clown 😔

        i believe that whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you stranger.                          nothing can hurt me anymore - my life is nothing but a comedy!                                                   [ what if the two Jokers co-existed - part 2 ]                                           

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If Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn and Heath Ledger’s Joker met

Art by TYTwen (@TYTwen0514) on twitter

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Uhg, you guys seriously need to read this. Right now. Underappreciated art right here. I'm sweating 💕💕💕

Bound to happen (Joaquin Phoenix x Reader)

Summary: Y/N is a photographer who works on the set of Joker. They become friends with Joaquin and even more along the way. Warnings: NSFW, swearing, smut. Around 3,800 words. This is my very first fanfic EVER, please don’t judge me too much, thank you. A bit long though, but I had much fun writing it. Please let me know your opinion! I need feedback :) 

It was your first day and the whole thing was unbelievable. You’ve never dared to imagine something this great and yet there you were, working on the set of Joker. This ment that you had to leave Europe behind and move to New York for the next year or so, but you didn’t mind at all. The idea that you could work with Joaquin just drove you crazy. You had a crush on him ever since you saw him in Her. You thought he was weirdly handsome and he was a fucking weirdo in the most positive sense of the word. Besides, you never liked guys with blonde hair and a perfect face. You were always attracted to something asymmetric, something peculiar, and this man was the definition of peculiarity in every way.  You were already crazy about him, even though you haven’t met him yet.

But then… there he was.

He was dressed as Arthur, he was looking skinny and depressed but your breath still stopped at the very sight of him. He was walking along with Todd and they were sharing a laugh. You were so star-struck you almost forgot that it was your job to capture genuine moments like this so you raised your camera and made a few shots of the two of them. All of a sudden Joaquin stopped, looked right into your camera and waved while smiling. You didn’t have time to wave back as they moved on so you just stood there with your heart throbbing in your throat.

“He has a good day; it seems…what a rare occasion.” – said your co-worker Paul, breaking your numbness.

“Rare…? Wh-what do you mean?” – you asked after dropping back to reality.

“Don’t mind him” – interrupted Amy, another co-worker with whom you started to become more and more like friends.

“I mean that he’s always grumpy, no one can talk to him if he’s in the mood. He just swears and shouts all the time” – said Paul.

“Don’t believe him, it’s not that bad. I think he usually stays in character, that’s all. Nobody takes these burst outs seriously and he always apologizes at the end of the day.”

You shrugged and smiled at her and the three of you got back to work.

Your first day passed in the blink of an eye and you found yourself the last person to leave the setting. At least you thought you were the last. You were pouring one last coffee before heading home when you heard an unmistakable voice behind you.

“Oh, hi there.”

You nearly dropped your cup.

“Oh god, did I scare you? I’m so sorry, I thought you’d heard me coming, I’m so sorry” – said Joaquin in such an apologetic manner you almost said ‘sorry’ yourself.

“Oh, no, you didn’t. Well, actually you did but it’s okay, don’t worry. I just thought I was the only one here.” – you laughed a bit nervously.

“Sorry again, really. You’re new, right? Or maybe I just haven’t seen you yet. What’s your name?”

“Yeah, it’s my first day actually. You have quite an eye recognising all these faces, who’s new and who’s not, wow.” – you were so fucking embarrassed you spoke like a 12-year-old but that didn’t seem to bother him. He’s probably used to it, you thought to yourself. “My name’s (Y/N) by the way, it’s really nice to meet you. Forgive my clumsiness, I’m just not used to famous people walking around me.”

“Well, you better be. Oh, god, how arrogant was that, I just meant…you know it’s a setting, so…you get it.”

He was a bit socially awkward and you loved it.

“Yeah, I get it, I get it. You’re heading home?”

“Yes, it was enough for today. We can share a taxi if you don’t mind. I can see you were set to go before I scared the shit out of you.” – he said in a teasing voice and smirked at you a little.

You just didn’t know how to react. ‘He wants to share a taxi and he smiles at me? What the actual fuck.’ But you went with the flow and nodded. On the way home you talked like you’ve known each other for quite a time, it was all casual. He asked about your country, about when did you start photography and on how to pronounce your name.

“It’s funny, you know. Usually I’m the one whose name is mispronounced all the time and here we are, I’m just another fucker who can’t pronounce a name right.” Both of you were laughing at this. ‘Oh my god, how beautiful he is when he laughs’ – the thought went through your mind. Even with all the weight lost he was gorgeous. You have just taught him to pronounce your name when the taxi pulled over and you had get out. You waved to each other as the car was rolling over.

When you were finally in your room you couldn’t keep it together. You fell into you bed and started to think about all that just happened in the last hour. Smiling like an idiot and with Joaquin in your mind you fell fast asleep.

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The following month was a real torture after this. He wouldn’t look at you, or just in passing; you didn’t talk at all; all he did was a powerless nod every time your eyes accidentally met. You were helpless. You couldn’t concentrate on your work because he was on your mind all day. What’s more, you felt constant guilt for thinking he liked you at all.

“What’s wrong?” – asked Amy for the third time when you haven’t heard the last two.

“Oh, nothing, sorry, got lost in my thoughts. I’m just tired, I think.”

“I wasn’t born yesterday honey, has anything happened? You can tell me.”

“I don’t know Amy; I don’t want to seem like a dumb bitch.”

“What? Come on, you have to tell me now.’

You told her everything and she gave you a long and understanding hug.

“Oh darling, that’s what Paul was talking about. Joaquin does that sometimes, he’s nice, then he’s not. You did nothing wrong, it happens. And about your feelings… I understand, he’s a piece of work but… You shouldn’t mistake niceness for flirting. I don’t know, let it be a fantasy and call it a day.”

You nodded. You knew she was right, you had to let the idea go but you just simply couldn’t. At least not yet. First you had to find out why he was like this to you and you didn’t have to wait too long for that to happen.

It was late and only a few people of the staff were preparing for the following day while you were packing your things. Joaquin was watching you from across then he started to walk towards you. When you saw him from the corner of your eye your heart was about to explode in your chest. ‘Now or never’ – you thought, when he broke the silence.

“Hi (Y/N).”

“Hi. What’s up? You know what, no, don’t answer this, sorry. Did I wrong you in any way? Do you have a problem with me?” – you asked with urge.

“What? No, no, you did nothing wrong, why you’re asking?” – he seemed baffled.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now. Did I say something wrong on the first night? I thought we were having a good time. I can’t stop thinking about it, I just feel like…”

“Stop (Y/N). Just stop it. It’s not about that, I was just… I wanted to find more time to embrace the character, that’s it. I haven’t been talking much to anybody, fuck… don’t take it all on yourself.”

You stood there, feeling super awkward to have thought it was about you. Who are you to him anyway? No one. Just because he was nice to you once it doesn’t mean he likes you or wants to be friends or anything.

“All right. I just needed to know” – you said shortly before pressing your lips together to stop them from trembling. You picked up your bag and were about to turn on your heels when he grabbed your arm softly.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, sorry. I know I tend to be a dick these days, please forgive me. I would suggest that we go and eat something but it would be a torture for me so I’ll just ask if you want to share that taxi again? If it’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, okay. That would be nice.” – you meant to say no, but whom were you kidding? You wanted to be near him all the time. He gave you a light smile and you just felt your nerves loosen, you let go of all the hard feelings you had. You just simply couldn’t be angry with him; he was too fucking stunning.

The next few weeks were amazing. You spent a lot of time together, you laughed a lot, and what was the most important to you he started to share more and more things about himself. You felt you gained his trust and that was a huge thing. What is more, he was extremely interested in you and seemed to really enjoy your company. He even treated you differently on set. Many times he snuck behind you to frighten you or later on he simply hugged you from behind. Slowly but steadily you fell for him and all he had to do about it was simply to be himself. You longed for him so much you often caught yourself daydreaming about him at work. But you managed to pull yourself together and dismiss these thoughts right until that fateful night.

____________________________ When you got into your cab you many times shared he gave the driver his address only, leaving out yours. You gave him an inquiring look.

“Wait. What?”

“I need company (Y/N); things are… the role’s starting to get heavy. Stay with me a little, would you?” – his eyes were full of distress and tension, you couldn’t decide whether he was disturbed or was still Arthur in a way. You were a little taken aback by his request but said yes without hesitation.

“Thank you.” – that was all that left his mouth along the way which made you wonder what the hell was going on. Obviously you didn’t know him very well but he was different from how he usually behaved. When you were going up to his hotel suite you were still not sure about where this night would lead but you knew something was off. “Just make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink? Because I do.”

“Are you sure?” – you asked with reluctance. You weren’t sure you had any right to tell him what to do but you knew about his former drinking problems and didn’t want him to fall back.

“Yes, I am (Y/N). You don’t need to worry; I know my limits. You want one or not?”

“Whiskey, two fingers, on the rocks.”

He took off his hoodie and went to pour out the drinks.

“What’s wrong, Joaquin? Has… something happened?” – you couldn’t wait more, you needed to know what was in his head.

He turned around, his eyes flashed. You could sense he was struggling with something, he wanted to tell you so badly but he made up his mind halfway. “It’s… nothing. Don’t mind me, I’m just fucking overwhelmed.” He sat down on the couch beside you with his head thrown back, his eyes closed. There he sat, feeling devastated and he didn’t want to share it with you. Maybe you overrated your relationship, maybe you weren’t even friends. Anyways, you decided not to dwell on this whole thing. You put on some music from your phone and went for another drink while dancing around the room. This made him chuckle and it seemed you distracted him from his troubles a little. The night went on, you drank more and even overdramatically slow danced to some cheesy 80’s love song. Though it was only for fun, his hands on your waist, your hands clasping around his neck, your bodies being so close to each other made you shiver with joy. He smelled good, his skin felt good, you wanted this to last forever. It was fucking perfect, you felt yourself sinking in the idea of him being your man. Then you snapped out of it because you couldn’t really believe it yourself. First of all, you were just a crew member, he was famous. What would he see in you? And yeah, he was a middle-aged man and you were in your twenties, let’s not forget about that. You gently broke contact with him, sat down on the couch and gulped down the leftovers of your whiskey. While he was sitting down beside you he gave you a long look which made you feel uncomfortable at first but then you were enjoying his bright eyes on your body. You truly wanted to look away, not to escalate things any further but you couldn’t. He was mesmerizing. After parting his lips, he slowly licked them over and leaned real close to you.

“Do you remember when you asked me why have I been avoiding you?”

You nodded.

“And the answer I gave you…? I lied. Do you want to know the real thing?”

You nodded again with awe.

“I distanced myself from you on purpose. I couldn’t bare the sight of you because…” - he paused and looked away from you before he continued – “… I started to have thoughts about you. Dirty ones. I imagined you here with me, sitting on this very couch, drinking, just like this. Actually that’s my problem right now, too. You’re always on my mind, you know?” In sync with his last word he turned towards you again, looked deeply in your eyes and went on whispering. “Many times when we were having a conversation I wasn’t able to pay full attention because I was wondering how your lips would taste.” – as he was talking he leaned closer and closer till you could feel his breath on your lips. It was too much to handle, you wanted him to ruin you on that couch right now. You wanted him to do whatever the fuck he wanted with you; you were happy to become his slut for tonight. He was so close now that you could lick his lips and god, how bad you wanted to do so. But you didn’t move an inch. You needed him to be in control.

Then came a call.

His phone was ringing and buzzing on the coffee table. This instantly put you off and the whole situation became fucking embarrassing all of a sudden.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” – he yelled and looked at the phone. It was Todd. They usually called each other late at night so it wasn’t odd.

“Answer it, it’s okay.” – you said to him soothingly and he picked up the phone and went to another room to talk with Todd. You just sat there trying to comprehend what had just happened and how to proceed from here. You heard Joaquin telling Todd that it wasn’t the best time to talk that he was tired and all, but you could also hear that Todd went on anyway. You made a quick decision and rushed out of the suite. You went for the stairs, you couldn’t risk him coming after you and finding you waiting for the elevator. You ran down the stairs and promised to yourself that this will never happen again. Getting wasted and wanting him to fuck you into the couch so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day? This wasn’t you. What had this man done to you?

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You just came out of the shower when you heard a knock. You immediately knew who it was and what was coming but you opened the door anyway. He stood in front of you panting. Neither of you said a single word, this was no time for talking. He stepped real close, closed the door behind him and placed his hands on your cheeks. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips as he started to stroke them with his right thumb. You watched him doing it, his mouth was slightly open, his eyes grew darker and were full of lust. Something cracked in you. The promise you made to yourself got lost the moment he touched you. You took his thumb in your mouth and started to suck on it slowly. He went crazy at the sight.

“Oh fuck, yes… I want you so bad (Y/N), I want you so fucking bad, you hear me?” – his voice was so different from his normal voice, it was deeper and demanding and you fucking loved it. Seemed like he couldn’t bear you teasing him anymore, as he pressed his lips into yours in such a rush it made you step back. His tongue exploring your mouth, his teeth biting your lower lip while he was grabbing your bare ass under your robe made you shamefully wet.   “I want you, too Joaquin.” – you moaned as you were never touched by a man before. “How bad do you want me baby, huh?” – calling you baby in his now menacing voice turned you on even more. He didn’t even give you opportunity to answer, he kissed you again then picked you up and carried you to the bed not breaking the kiss. He took off his t-shirt and kissed you hungrily while his hand worked its way down to your throbbing pussy.

“God, you’re fucking wet for me, aren’t you baby? Good girl.” – he said with a voluptuous smile. He was fucking pleased with himself that he made you this wet only by kissing you. Then he started to rub your delicate spot gently making you push your hips against his fingers for more. He was so fucking good you couldn’t help letting out a load moan that was probably heard in the neighbouring rooms.

“Yes, moan for me baby, uh-huh, fucking sexy, that’s what you are.”

Now he was on top of you, pulling your robe apart revealing your naked body. He gave a long look before he lowered himself to you and started to kiss your neck passionately. The voice of his lips leaving wet and hot kisses on your skin made you shiver; your nipples became hard even before he got to them. He stopped for a second to absorb the view before squeezing your breasts and sucking and biting your nipples softly. His green eyes locked with yours, you were hypnotized by him. As he moved lower you could feel his cock against your thighs. He was fucking hard and you knew you wanted him inside your mouth first before he could fuck you good.

“Lay down, it’s my turn.” – you ordered him while getting on top. You unbuckled his belt and pulled out his massive erection. You stroked him lightly and licked his length all the way up before you took the tip of his cock into your mouth. After sucking him slowly, you quickened the pace making him throw back his head in ecstasy. Then he took your head in his hands and started to thrust into your mouth. That was exactly how you imagined he would behave in bed. He was dominant and powerful, you liked that he had full control over you.

“Taking it like a good little slut, huh? Yes, look at me while I fuck your pretty little mouth.”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it together for long. Right then he stopped thrusting and made you lie down again. He positioned himself between your legs while kissing you impatiently. He was hungry for you and couldn’t wait more. He entered you slowly making sure he didn’t hurt you but then he started to slam wildly, you felt he couldn’t contain himself, he was out of control.

“Yes… right there, yes, oh gooood!” “Yeah? You like it, baby? Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” – he was an animal. The way he looked at you, the way he said ‘baby’, his every movement was overflown with desire. Your orgasm started to build up rapidly as he went for your throat, choked you a little and whispered in his husky voice – “You are mine, you understand?”

“Yes baby, fuck me, faster, please…” – you were completely at his mercy and he fucking enjoyed how you begged him to fuck you harder. He picked up a faster pace and you started shaking as your orgasm was within reach.

“I’m so close baby, yes, don’t stop!” – your voice brought him to the edge and he let himself collapse completely onto you while he was still pounding relentlessly. You clung to his shoulder and kissed him passionately, sucking on his tongue and moaning into his mouth.

“You feel so good baby, you’re fucking hot, I can’t…” – he murmured into your neck. With his words echoing in your ears you came immediately, your whole body was trembling from the overwhelming sense of pleasure he just gave you. Hearing you cry out his name, seeing your back arched, your head thrown back, your breasts lifted he knew he wasn’t going to last one minute more. He pulled his cock out then slammed it back in, he was fucking pleased with the view of your pink wet pussy around him. He started slow but now he was battering you like a madman until he reached his climax.

“OH FUUUCK…” – he let out a series of moans against your neck as he came hard. When he caught his breath he kissed you intensely while you were running your fingers through his silver locks. His kiss was deep and needy and loving, and you were already aching for him again.

“This was amazing; you are amazing… I’ve never been… treated like this before.” – you said while he was still lying on you, panting.

“Oh baby, I could go on all night. You are hot stuff yourself.”– he kissed you and you both chuckled before cuddling.

“You know; I’ve been waiting for this moment since I first saw you. I knew you had to be mine, there’s no other way. I want to be with you, what do you say? Could we continue our relationship with this little amendment that’s just happened?” – he asked cockily while looking down at you waiting for your reply.

“I think I’ve already given you a pretty obvious and unmistakable answer, haven’t I?”

He smirked at you and pulled you closer for a kiss. You knew this was bound to happen and you knew that the most wonderful time of your life has just started.

You Deserve Me and More, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: Ok I don’t know if this is a good explanation but could I get an Arthur oneshot where there reader is absolutely gorgeous, possibly a well known model and Arthur feels as if he doesn’t deserve her(he obviously deserves the world)

Warnings: Cursing

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: Sorry this is kinda short, but I felt like it had exactly what it needed. I hope you enjoy!

***

Work was always stressful. No matter what you had planned, a photoshoot, an interview, meeting with your manager for potential gigs, it took all day and left you drained. 

At least there was always Arthur.

No matter what kind of day he had he was always ready to bend over backward for you. He would do anything to see you smile, or make you happy. He was one of the only bright things in Gotham, and you were more than happy to call him yours.

After a particularly rough day, you called him up, all but begging him to come over. You were so tired, all you wanted to do was curl up with the man you loved and hear him praise you. He loved to do that.

When he knocked on your door you almost tripped in your effort to open the door for him. Seeing his face as you opened your front door instantly made you feel better.

“I brought you these.” He looked so awkward standing in your doorway, fingers wrapped around a bouquet of flowers. He seemed so small then, it was impossible not to wrap him in your arms. 

“Oh, thank you!” You smiled brightly, welcoming him in your house. “How was your day?”

He dismissed your question and asked you how yours was, he knew it couldn’t have been too good if you called him up at such a late hour and asked him to come over. 

“It was… it was something.” You sighed and led him to your couch, taking the flowers to the kitchen to put in water. As you filled a vase with water from your sink you told him about you had to run around all day and have headshots taken for three different magazine companies.

When you finally sat down next to him you noticed something was off. He was staring down at his hands and hadn’t said anything about your rant. Normally he’d praise you, say something like, ‘I don’t know how you do it.’, or maybe ‘You’re incredible for putting up with that.’.

“Are you alright?” You asked, reaching out to rub his back. Normally he would lean into your touch but he stayed perfectly still.

“Why are you with me?” He spoke finally, looking over at you. “Honestly, (Y/N). Why? You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. You’re in every magazine. You’ve been on billboards,” He was laughing nervously now, struggling to get his words out. “I mean, come on, why-” The laughter became too much and he couldn’t speak anymore.

You waited patiently until he stopped, rubbing soft circles into his back. When it finally faded away you spoke. “Because I love you, Arthur. You’re incredibly kind, you have a heart of gold. Do you know how rare that is, sweetie? How rare it is in this god-awful city?”

He listened to you, slowly becoming calmer with your words. 

“You’re so damn good, Arthur. Everything about you. You’re kind to people when they don’t deserve it. Do you remember how we met?”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“You asked me if I was ‘that pretty model in the magazines’. I had gotten that line so many times I was barely phased. But do you remember what you said to me after that?” You continued when you saw he was smiling. “You said, ‘It’s a wonder how there are other models, I can’t believe you haven’t run them all out of business.’ And that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me without expecting anything in return. You were just being nice, and that was it.”

“I’m normally not that bold.” He admitted with a sheepish grin. “You were just so pretty, I had to try something.”

“I’m glad you did. I’m so glad you did. Or else I’d be slumming around with the same dimwitted people, people without a brain in their skull and no common decency.” You kissed his forehead, holding him close to you for a beat. “Now I’ve got myself the whole package. You’ve got a personality like no one else in the world. And, have you seen yourself? Those eyes.”

“Alright, alright.” Arthur couldn’t hide the fact that he was blushing now, he didn’t know how to take praise since before you it was nonexistent. 

“Your eyes are so gorgeous,” You teased and kissed his cheek, seeing him happy like this had to be one of the finer things in life. “And your smile! I could compare it to diamonds and pearls since it makes me just as happy!”

Arthur turned to you, shaking his head. “How do you do it?” He mused, looking from your eyes to your lips. He still had that adorable smile on his face. “How do you say just the right things?”

You hummed, acting as if you were thinking deeply about something. “Well, I don’t know. I just say what I’m thinking.”

The two of you went on like that for a while, complementing each other in a way that would make most people cringe. It was hard not to be that way with him though, he deserved everything you could give him. He deserved you and much more.

Ok I don’t know if this is a good explanation but could I get an Arthur oneshot where there reader is absolutely gorgeous, possibly a well known model and Arthur feels as if he doesn’t deserve her(he obviously deserves the world)

Aw, that's a perfect explanation honey ❤ I'll start it soon

Arthur had a bad day…. | Joaquin Phoenix in the Joker (2019)

Clay s SEX FACE

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Honey, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: Please please please can you write a oneshot of arthur and rich!reader meeting through a mutual friend and she absolutely spoils him with money and gifts and food and anything he'd ever need? With kind of a kinky undertone? Like he's her sugar baby even though he's like way older than her. She just absolutely takes care of him in every way, just wants to tie him up and make him cum and then take him out for a fancy dinner and buy him pretty things ok thank u for reading this mess

Warnings: Cursing, smut, implied mommy kink.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: So.. I went a little overboard with this. I didn’t even realize how long it was until I finished. Your request just gave me so much muse! I loved writing this so much. I’m going to put a border on this one, because of how long it is. Don’t want to take up your entire dash!

He was too well dressed. 

Arthur knew it as soon as his friend arrived, well, could he really call him a friend? He was more of a coworker, they’d only talked once before he invited Arthur to… whatever this was. Why was he invited? It surely wasn’t just to hang out. No one found Arthur interesting enough to invite out, they never had.

Wilfredo walked down the hall wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie, drawing attention to Arthur’s own outfit. A pair of black dress pants and a button-up white shirt, tucked in, of course. He looked down awkwardly and pulled a cigarette from his pants pocket to try and ease his freshly agitated nerves.

“Looking sharp, my man.” Wilfredo smiled when he reached him, clapping him on the shoulder with a friendly squeeze. Arthur tried not to slink away from his touch and lit his cigarette. “How long you been here? You knocked yet?”

Arthur shook his head and took a long pull. “Five minutes.” He lied, blowing out the smoke away from his face. He’d been there at least twenty minutes, standing in front of the unfamiliar apartment door and staring at the chipped paint. Inside he could hear a few people talking but it was too muffled to make out.

“You could have gone in man, I told them you’d be with me.” As he knocked on the door Arthur continued pondering why the fuck he was there, he wasn’t fooling anyone, not even himself. He’d much rather be at home watching T.V with his mother. 

“Hey, why did you invite me?” Arthur spoke flatly, taking his cigarette up to his lips. He narrowed his eyes while he took a drag, not wanting the smoke to get into his eyes.

“I can tell you been stressed lately, Art. I know it’s not easy trying to make a living doing what we do, every once in awhile it’s good to hang out and have a few beers.” It seemed genuine enough, Arthur was almost touched, he couldn’t remember the last real friend he’d actually had. A true friend, not someone who claimed to be his friend to get what they wanted.

“One second!” Someone inside shouted.

Arthur put his cigarette out, sticking the half-smoked length back into his pack. So, have a few beers? Sure, he could do that. A drink or two and then he could go home. 

The door opened and Wilfredo was quickly wrapped in the embrace of a freakishly tall man. Arthur furrowed his brows and looked up at him, trying to guess how tall he was. At least seven feet. 

“It’s been too long brother, come inside.”

The room smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, and jasmine. Arthur cleared his throat as he walked in, trying to make out the faces in the darkness. A T.V sat in the corner of the room, playing some new horror movie everyone had been raging about. His eyes adjusted and he saw a woman on the couch nursing a beer, she was watching the movie so intently she didn’t even notice someone new had arrived.

Two girls in the kitchen, a blonde who looked like she was one beer short of a six-pack and a girl with box-black hair trying to open a bottle of wine. She was struggling with the bottle and the blonde wasn’t helping, too drunk to properly hold it while the other popped the cork out.

Before he was even introduced to the tall man the two girls in the kitchen squealed, dropping what they were doing to run to the door, pushing past Arthur in the process. He turned to see what the hell was so exciting. 

“Oh, Duckie, Cassie, I’ve missed you girls.” 

He couldn’t see the newcomer so he turned back to Wilfredo.

“That’s (Y/N),” Wilfredo said and led Arthur to the couch, picking up two beers on the way. “She buys ‘em whatever the hell they want and they kiss her ass for it.” Arthur sensed a hint of repulsion in his voice but said nothing, hoping he would continue on his own. “I love that girl but damn, she does too much for them.”

While Wilfredo began speaking of the film on T.V Arthur took a second to glance your way.

You were so pretty. You stood with grace, this elegance about you that demanded attention from everyone in the room. Even the brunette beside him who had been watching the movie. 

Duckie, the blonde, must have said something funny because you laughed suddenly and planted a kiss on her head. Your laugh could be compared to the light whisper of bells or an antique wind chime, the sound of a spoon tinkling against a champagne glass requesting attention at dinner. It would be a horrible lie to say Arthur wasn’t already enchanted with you.

The tall man was introduced to him as Jackson, or as everyone in the room called him, Tall-Jack. He was six foot nine exactly, an older black man with history in his eyes that needed to be told. Arthur would have liked to hear his stories.

“And here’s (Y/N),” Tall-Jack said as you finally parted from the two girls and came to the living room. “She’s as sweet as cherry pie and smells just as nice.”

“Nice to meet you.” You put on a smile and held your hand out to the stranger, taking in his features. He was dressed nicely for such a small affair, you appreciate that. You always dressed your best, as you were now, wearing a slim pink dress that ended at your knees and a rather unnecessary black fur coat. Your jewelry was a whole different story, you loved the way diamonds sparkled so you always went a bit overboard. A diamond necklace, two diamond rings, dangling diamond earrings and an anklet of the same. It’s not like anyone could blame you, if they had the money you did surely they’d be the same way.

Duckie and Cassie both had milked you of what they could, they were wearing their successions. Matching pearl necklaces for both of them and dainty diamond earrings. You loved them to death but knew they were mostly using you for your money. It was hard to turn them down though when they called you crying, showing up at your house with tears in their eyes. 

You were a pushover to people in need. Something inside you just wanted to take care of them like a mother would, you’d always been like that. Caring and nurturing to those who needed it, expecting nothing in return. You couldn’t help it.

“Hi,” Arthur took your hand and shook it, his eyes darting down to the expensive rings on your fingers. “Nice to meet you too.” He didn’t exactly stumble over his words but they sure as hell didn’t come out smoothly.

“So, you know Wilfredo?” You asked and sat on the coffee table in front of them, taking a beer that Cassie had brought you. “Thank you, darling.”

“Uhm, yeah.” He watched the interaction, how the two girls acted like you were some kind of royalty. “We, uh, we work together.”

“Oh!” You raised your brows as you took a sip from the cold glass bottle. “Do you? That’s interesting. You’re a party clown too?”

He shrugged, grateful that Tall-Jack and Wilfredo had started a conversation of their own, it meant fewer eyes on him. “Kind of. What do you do?”

“I’m a manager for a few different BMX riders. I do the promotion and sales, set up interviews.” 

Arthur’s eyes widened and he leaned forward, now very interested. “Wow, I don’t know anyone who does anything that interesting.” He gaped, hands clasped under his chin. “So, you travel a lot?”

“Oh, you have no idea. I go everywhere they go, it was hard to make it here but I manage.” You laughed and took another sip of beer, licking your lips. Your glittery lipgloss left marks around the rim of the bottle.

You and Arthur talked with each other the entire night. You mostly talked about your job, the places you’d been and the people you managed. He was one of the only people you’d met besides Tall-Jack and Jennifer, the brunette on the couch beside Arthur, that actually listened to you. He breathed in every word you spoke and watched you with all of his attention, not looking away or interrupting you once.

“Oh, god, look at the time.” Jennifer broke your conversation, prompting you to look down at your watch. 

“Wow! I should get going.” You stood from the coffee table and dusted off the back of your dress, picking up the fourth bottle of beer you’d opened. “Jack, darling, thank you for a wonderful night. I needed it.”

Arthur panicked as you said your goodbyes, he wanted to know so much more about you, he wanted to see you again, he wanted your number-

“You want to walk back with us?” You asked your new friend, looking down at him with a warm smile. 

He looked up and nodded, eyes flickering between you and Jennifer. “Yeah, sure. Uhm,” As he stood he looked to Wilfredo, shutting his mouth when he saw he was blacked out on the loveseat. Cassie, the girl with short black hair, was no better than him, sitting in the kitchen with her head on the table and seven beer bottles next to her.

“You’re leaving already?” Duckie pouted and followed you to the door, it was quite obvious she wanted something from you. Arthur cringed at the sight of it, she looked so desperate. Wilfredo’s words echoed in his head. 

“Yes, sweetie, you know how it is.” You reached the door and turned to her, planting both your hands on her shoulders. The way her face dropped made your heart ache.

Arthur and everyone else in the room knew it was an act. He watched with disgust as you promised to take her out soon and buy her a few new outfits. 

Jennifer rolled her eyes, something that didn’t go by unnoticed by Arthur. He snorted and looked away, waiting for you to finish your interaction. 

“Bye guys, it was so nice seeing you all again.” You said when Duckie finally let your arm go. 

“Bye cherry pie!” Tall-Jack waved you off, saying something about how he did this every Friday night.

When Arthur finally got outside the room he felt like he could breathe again. Seeing you get taken advantage of like that made his stomach churn. You deserved better.

“Why do you do that for her?” Jennifer asked as the three of you made your way out of the apartment building. “Her and Cassandra. They’re like leeches.”

You sighed, knowing she was right. “It’s not like I’m buying them houses. I like doing nice things for people. If you’d let me I’d decorate your neck too.”

Arthur walked slightly behind, watching the two of you talk, letting himself be invisible so he could hear your voice go on without his own ruining it. You sounded so pretty, it would be a shame to let his voice pollute the air you blessed.

After you walked Jennifer home you turned to Arthur, realizing he hadn’t spoke the entire time. “Where do you stay?” You asked as he pulled out a cigarette. You reached forward and plucked it from his fingers, almost laughing at how surprised he looked. “These will kill you, you know. Don’t smoke that.” You tsked and handed it back to him, appreciating how he stuck it back in the pack. 

You liked that he listened to you. 

“I’m uh,” He looked behind you, biting his bottom lip. Should he tell you that he lived in the complete opposite direction? What would you think knowing he had walked all the way to the other side of town just to be with you?

“You live that way? Let me walk you home.” You used your hand to guide him in the right direction. 

“Oh, you don’t have to.” He spoke shyly, suddenly feeling exposed. No one had ever gone out of their way for him, it was always the other way around. Always. 

“No, darling, I want to.” You smiled at him with your hand still on his shoulder, you decided to give him a soft squeeze of comfort. He was so sweet you had instantly felt the need to treat him the way you did your girls, you wanted to spoil him with gifts and make him smile. 

On the way back to his apartment your arm somehow found its way around his shoulders, something neither of you said anything about. He didn’t slink away from your touch so you kept your arm there, pulling him closer.

He savored every step, discreetly nuzzling his face into the fur of your sleeve. You smelt like honeysuckle and oranges, it reminded him of a childhood he didn’t have. While you walked in comfortable silence he allowed himself to pretend it would never end, that your arm would always be around him, keeping him safe, and it would always smell so beautiful. 

As you arrived at his apartment you could sense his mood had changed, his shoulders slumped slightly and he walked slower. He didn’t want to go home and you knew it.

“This it?” You stopped with him at the front doors, sliding your arm off his shoulders. He was visibly disappointed but you couldn’t hold him forever, no matter how much you both wanted.

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking through the glass doors with dread. “Thanks for walking me back, you didn’t have to.”

You grabbed his hands in yours, they felt so cold and frail compared to how warm and inviting yours were. He melted. 

“I wanted to, sweetie.” You smiled and rubbed your thumbs over the back of his hand, not missing the slight squeeze he gave you. “Is it okay if I call you that?”

Arthur closed his eyes at how soft and warm your voice sounded, it almost hurt. No one had ever spoken to him like that. “Yeah.”

You hummed and looked at his face, taking in the expression of sadness and longing. You’d seen it so many times before and your instincts so desperately wanted to take over and wrap him in your arms. “Okay, sweetie. You ever need anything call me, okay?” You reached in your purse and took out your planner, it was pink and had your name in gold cursive on the front. You tore out a page, the tear so clean it made Arthur wonder how you could do literally everything with such grace and perfection. You wrote out your number and folded the paper, careful not to smudge the ink. 

“What would I need?” He chuckled and took the paper, slipping it in the back pocket of his pants. 

“Well, if you need someone to talk to. I’m busy most days and I’m not home a lot, but when I am I’ll let you know. You can come over for a drink.”

He nodded and resisted the urge to light a cigarette, instead licking his lips. You were so nice, what was the catch? There had to be a catch, he knew it. No one was this nice for no reason.

“Promise you’ll call?” You teased with a smile when he left you in silence. 

He looked at your soft, glittery, pink lips, wanting so badly to taste them. “Yeah. I mean, yes. I promise.” He hated how silly he sounded, but in time he’d learn to love it. He just needed time.

“Good.” Satisfied you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, leaving the slightest shimmer of pink on his skin. You had a few inches on him because of your heels, but as soon as they came off you knew he’d be much taller than you. They were your tallest pair anyways, leaving you taller than most people. You found that people took you seriously when you were taller or as tall as them, it was a necessity in the business world. 

***

As promised, Arthur called. He called the night of to make sure he had the right number, resulting in a surprisingly long conversation about fruit. He went to bed that night with a smile on his face and cherries on his mind.

The workweek for him was awful. Worse than awful. Monday he had coffee thrown on him, Tuesday someone stole his red clown nose, Wednesday he got a complaint from the shoe store he’d been advertising for, they said he was scaring away customers with his laughter. It wasn’t his fault. Some kid had been teasing him and he had a fit of laughter, making the situation so much worse. The kid fed off of the anxiety and kept going. Thursday his boss told him off for something that wasn’t even his fault, and Friday, Friday was the breaking point.

A group of teenage girls thought it would be hilarious to make a scene, taunting him with their words and going as far as touching him, grabbing at his arms and saying something about him being skinny. He didn’t remember everything. All he knew was that he wanted to see you.

“Happy, you’re home early,” Penny said as soon as he walked in the door, straining from her spot on the loveseat to see him. “Did you check-”

“Yes, mom.” He cut her off as he went to the phone with one thing on his mind. “Nothing. There was nothing.”

She rambled on about the usual but he tuned her out, dialing your number he had memorized. You probably wouldn’t pick up but he could leave a message-

“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.” Your voice caught him off guard, he expected the answering machine. 

He didn’t plan on you picking up. He swallowed and fought for the words to say, leaving you both in silence. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Arthur.” He choked out and grasped at the collar of his shirt, trying to loosen it. “Are you home?”

“Arthur! Hi sweetie, yes, I’m home.” You sounded so heavenly he felt a little better the more you spoke. You almost sounded happy to hear from him.

“Could I see you?” 

“Who is that?” Penny asked, curious as to who he would be seeing. As far as she knew he had no friends.

***

“Of course you can.” You cooed into the receiver and made your way through your house, you had just gotten home from an interview in New York. It was your biggest client, he was about to compete in freestyle competition in California and the press were up your ass for content.

He was Dennis McCoy, on team Haro, one of the biggest names in the industry, so you had been very busy lately. But you always had time for your friends, you made time for them. 

“Do you want me to come get you?” You asked as you set down the large folder of posters you’d just picked up. 

“No, I can walk.”

“Honey, I’m on the other side of town. Let me come get you.” 

After a while of back and forth he gave in and you drove to get him. Once he was in your car he wouldn’t shut up about how you didn’t have to get him, how he really could have just walked. 

“Have you had dinner yet?” You cut him off as you drove down the crowded street, having to stop often because of the traffic and people walking in the road. 

“Uh,” He inhaled at your question, his rambling had left him breathless. “Yeah, I had a little.” It was a complete lie. He hadn’t eaten at all that day. His medications often left him with little to no appetite, taking its obvious toll on his already skinny form. 

You looked at him and raised a brow. “Are you lying to me, Arthur?” 

He looked at you and prepared to shake his head, but when he saw the look in your eye he knew he couldn’t lie. It was like you were an authority figure, but not like his boss. He actually liked you, and if he was honest, he liked the thought of you telling him what to do. “Yes. I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t lie to me, sweetie.” You stopped him and looked back to the road, running through the restaurants local to you. “What do you like? There's a steakhouse nearby, a seafood bar, this great Italian place near where I live.”

“Italian sounds nice.” 

You settled on Italian, glad he chose that option. It was one of the nicer places to eat, you and your clients ate there often when discussing business.

Arthur felt a little out of place in the fancy restaurant. Everyone was dressed so nice, they all looked like models. He thought you looked like you belonged there, wearing a gorgeous black dress with a pink suede jacket. You had on a different necklace, a dainty gold chain with some sort of pearl pendant. Pearl earrings. Those same diamond rings.

He looked down at his faded blue jeans and cringed. At least he showered.

“How was your week?” You asked over dinner, watching him pick at his food. He had only taken a few bites of his pasta, but he had finished two cups of water. At least he was drinking. 

When you asked the question he winced, looking down at his food as the memories of the week came crashing back. “It was fine. How was yours? Tell me about it.”

You eyed him with suspicion but told him about your week, about the interview and the new posters that your graphic designer made. He listened intently, as always, smiling and nodding. You’d told many people about your line of work but none of them listened the way he did, not even Jennifer. It felt so good to finally have someone that was actually interested in you, there had been so many Duckie’s and Cassie’s in your life you’d lost count. 

“Is it stressful?” He asked after you finished your plate, he hadn’t even noticed but when you were talking he had been absentmindedly eating. He had about half of his meal gone and he felt full for the first time in forever, and he wasn’t even nauseous. There was something about you that had slowly changed things about him without him even noticing.

“Sometimes. But I love my job. It’s worth it.” You answered with a smile. “You ready then?”

It took a moment for him to realize what you meant, but then the waitress slipped the bill on the table and he nodded. “Oh, yeah, uhm.” He reached in his pocket to grab his wallet.

“Don’t even think about it.” You stopped him, using your firm voice, and pulled your wallet from your purse. 

Arthur blushed as you paid the bill, half of him feeling guilty and ashamed but the other half enjoying the feeling of being taken care of. It was something his mother never did for him, she had never taken care of him the way you were. Buying him dinner, making sure he ate, chiding him on his smoking just like a mother should.

The waitress left and came back with his leftovers wrapped up in tinfoil, it looked overly fancy and somewhat unnecessary. But that’s how it was in the world of the rich, fancy and unnecessary. 

You took him back to your house. As soon as he walked through the door his jaw dropped, it looked like a mansion to him. 

He was adorable. 

“Sit down, make yourself at home.” You took the leftovers from his hands, making sure to brush your fingers over his. “I’ll put these up and get us a drink. Do you like wine?”

“Yes. Thank you.” 

You went to the kitchen and put away his food, pouring two glasses of your favorite red wine. You came back to the living room to see him sitting on your couch, admiring the centerpiece on your glass coffee table. It was a gold statue of a GT bike, one of your clients gave it to you after they won a competition for the team.

“Here you go, sweetie.” You sat next to him on the couch, maybe a little too close. Your thighs touched and your shoulders gently grazed his. “So, you want to tell me how your week really was?”

He watched you lean back, your arm gracefully laying across the top of the couch. Should he really tell you? Honestly? He sighed and took a sip of the wine, biting down on his bottom lip after he swallowed. “It wasn’t too great. People, people don’t really like clowns.”

You listened to him talk, nodding. When he leaned back into the couch his hair brushed against your hand and he went to move but you stopped him, letting your fingertips stroke the back of his head. “I like clowns. Did someone bother you, sweetie?” You observed how he seemed to fall apart at your touch and continued playing with his hair, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better.

Arthur choked back a chuckle, trying his best to stop the oncoming fit of laughter that threatened to spill from his chest and ruin the moment. “I, aha,” He coughed and gritted his teeth. “Monday, someone threw coffee on me-” And that’s when the fit started. He felt like he’d suffocate on his laughter, it took everything out of him and left him gasping for breath with tears in his eyes.

You had no idea what was happening but stayed quiet, stroking his hair and letting it happen. It looked like some sort of panic attack, one of your younger clients had them often before interviews and competitions. 

When the laughter finally stopped he sucked in a breath, filling his lungs with the oxygen he so desperately needed. “And Tuesday,” 

“You don’t need to tell me everything, sweetie.” You stopped him and set your glass of wine on the table, turning to face him, your hand still in his hair. You touched his thigh with the other, not missing how his muscles tensed under your hand.

“It was a rough week.” He felt a tear trickle down his cheek and he cursed himself for being so emotional. He didn’t want you to see him like that, he didn’t want you to think he was some helpless idiot who pitied himself.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You sighed and rubbed his thigh, giving him a comforting squeeze. 

Arthur swallowed hard when you called him that. Sweetie was one thing, he’d heard you call Duckie and Cassie that name. But baby?

“Can I call you that?” You asked respectfully while you brushed the hair from his eyes, rubbing your thumb over his cheeks to wipe away the tears. “Is that okay?”

Arthur leaned into your hand and nodded, savoring every second of human contact. He was so damn touch starved it was ridiculous. “Yeah.”

“Okay, baby.” You shifted in the couch closer to him, pulling his head against your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

Arthur, for once in his life, was held. He cried into your embrace, letting all the years of pent up sadness and anger spill out. 

You knew when you saw Arthur that he was stressed out, you could see it in his eyes. But this was something different entirely, he was so damaged and hurt that it made your heart ache. All you wanted to do was hold him and take away his pain. 

You kissed his head as the crying slowly stopped, he had stopped sobbing and was letting out an occasional cough and sniffle. “I should go.” He said weakly, but his body betrayed his words and he stayed wrapped in your arms.

“I don’t think you should, baby.” You rubbed his back with one hand and squeezed his shoulder with the other to keep him grounded with you. 

He sniffed and after a moment lifted his head from your chest, looking at you. “Why? I mean, why are you so kind to people? I’ve never met anyone like you in Gotham. You give and expect nothing in return, why?”

You smiled and brushed his hair from his face, cupping his cheek which was still wet and cold with tears. “I like it. I give what I can because I know how it feels to have no one. When I was younger…” You trailed off, then shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. That’s in the past. I don’t want people to have to feel like that when it’s so easy to make them feel better. For some people, they need things to make them feel better. Duckie and Cassie,”

At the mention of their names Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Don’t do that. You don’t know what they have going on behind closed doors. For them, material items make them happy. So I buy them things, I don’t mean to brag, but money isn’t an issue with me, so I do what I can to make them happy. If you wanted something I’d do the same for you.” 

Arthur wished he didn’t have to worry about money like you did. But the last thing he would ever do would be to ask you for money, it felt disgusting to even think about it. Sure, it would be nice to have the rent paid off and have food in the fridge for his mom, but he would never. Ever.

At the thought of his mother he looked at the clock. His heart dropped. “Oh, I need to go home. My mom-”

“Alright, let me get your food.” You stood, leaving him cold on the couch without the warmth of your arms.

“About earlier, the laughing, I have a condition.” He said when you came back with his food in your hands. “I can’t control it.”

“I figured as much.” You smiled, handing him his leftovers. “That’s okay, though. I don’t mind it. We all have our vices.”

***

Your relationship with Arthur in the following weeks blossomed into the sweetest and most beautiful thing. You found joy in taking him shopping, you’d bought him countless outfits and jackets that actually fit him, shoes that would last and even a watch. He wasn’t one for jewelry, which was a shame. You liked the surprised look on people’s faces when they opened the felt jewelry boxes and laid their eyes on whatever you’d bought.

You took him to dinner when you could, making sure he ate his fill. You adored him and everything about him. 

One night after dinner you found yourselves upstairs in your bedroom, halfway through a bottle of wine laughing about some cheesy romance movie you had playing on the T.V.

“Look what I bought you the other day.” You leaned off the bed and grabbed the gift bag you had laying on your floor. One of your clients had an interview in Arizona and you saw something in one of the gift shops you thought he’d like. 

“Wow, that looks heavy.” He said as he sipped his wine, cross-legged at the foot of your bed. 

“Here, open it.” You crawled towards him and set the bag in front of him, excited to see how he’d react.

Arthur handed you his glass of wine and dipped his hands into the bag, fingers wrapping around the large gift. He struggled to pull it out but when he did his eyes lit up. “Oh, wow, (Y/N)...” 

It was a record player, a very nice one at that. It was black and rimmed with gold around the edges, hints of red in some of the dips. You watched with a wide smile on your face as he looked it over, turning and examining the entire thing.

“How much was this?” He stuttered and looked back up to you like a child getting exactly what he wanted for Christmas. 

“I’m not telling you.” You laughed and playfully nudged his shoulder, pleased with how he reacted. It filled your heart with so much happiness you thought it would burst.

He was speechless, he couldn’t think of a damn thing so say. 

“Do you like it?” You knew he did but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Uh, yeah?” He laughed at the absurdity of the question, nodding with a grin. “I love it. Thank you so much. I don’t know how to show you how much I appreciate this.”

You hummed and pretended to be deep in thought before tapping your lips with one finger. His eyes flicked down to your lips as he’d done many times before, but this time with a new reason. He looked back into your eyes and furrowed his brows, not sure if you meant what he thought you did.

You looked up, finger still on your lips. “Come on, give me some sugar.”

Oh. Arthur swallowed and tried not to show how nervous he was. He cursed himself for being so awkward and leaned into you, watching you close your eyes as his face neared yours. You were serious. He forced himself to get his act together and pressed his lips against yours.

How his heart soared. He melted into you and exhaled through his nose, and when he finally pulled away, he licked his lips to taste you. Your lipgloss was flavorless, he found, but you tasted like wine. 

“That’s how you can repay me.” You teased, watching him lick his lips. “Oh, but how will you repay me for dinner?”

You both knew he didn’t have to repay you at all, just him spending time with you and being your friend was payment enough. But sugar was optional, it was a plus that you didn’t need.

“Do, are you like this with the others?” He asked, still breathless from the kiss.

You narrowed your eyes, considering if you should be honest. “Well, the others don’t like me like you do. They like what I do for them, but they don’t like me.” 

“As sweet as that is, (Y/N), I want to know if they… pay you back like this.” 

“Well, Duckie and Cassie, they sometimes do.” You decided to tell him the truth, he deserved to know. “I have a few other girls, well, not anymore, but in the past, yes. I’d buy them what they needed, paid their rent, their bills, and they’d… you know.”

“What do they do for you?” The sudden look of lust in his eyes changed the conversation entirely. You knew he was no longer innocently curious, and when your eyes cast down you saw from the bulge in his pants that he really, really wanted to know.

“Cassie, she likes to eat me out.” Your voice was now an airy whisper, only audible to the two of you. “When I do something considerably generous for her she repays me the same way. Sometimes she’ll lick me for hours while I do paperwork. Duckie is on the sweeter side, she likes to give me kisses and have me touch her.”

“Touch her? How is that for you?” 

You smiled and touched his knee, fingertips barely stroking him through his pants. “Have you ever touched a woman? To see them come undone with your fingers inside them, well, it does more for me sometimes than Cassie’s mouth can.”

Arthur swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Does touching a man do the same for you?”

You shrugged, running your fingers up his thigh. When he gasped at your touch you smiled, then nodded. “I think it can with you. You’re already doing a lot to me.”

God, how was he supposed to respond to that? He wanted to please you now, he wanted to make you as happy as you had made him the past few weeks. It had been a month at least, maybe almost two. He’d never been happier. He’d never been… happy. But you changed that. You made him feel special and wanted, which is exactly what you were trying to do.

“Can I touch you, baby?” You whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek as your hand rested on top of his hardened length. He was so hard. The fact made you ache.

“Yeah.” He murmured, his face turning to the side as your lips left kisses from his cheek to his jaw. When you pressed them against his neck he thought he’d cum in his pants. 

You unzipped his pants for him, pulling them down enough to pull out his cock. Your mouth actually watered at the sight of it, he was long and thick. You found in your life that the skinny, taller guys always had the more impressive cocks. The muscular guys who oozed confidence were… much less impressive.

You stroked him a few times before stopping to move the record player and bag off the bed. But you were back in a second, pressing your hand against his chest and pushing him into a laying position. “You’re so pretty, Arthur.” You breathed, your breath hot against the tip of his cock. You planted a kiss on his head and he moaned, hands reaching for your hair. “No, sweetie. You can’t touch me yet. Hands down.”

Being told what to do did something for him, he moaned in response and moved his hands up to his chest. “I like that,” His voice was a shaky whisper. “Being told what to do.”

They always did.

“Good. Now, stay still and let me taste you.” 

You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to his head, flattening your tongue before taking him into your mouth. His precum tasted like salt, but it wasn’t bad. His diet had been healthy enough recently for him to taste fine. You swirled your tongue around the tip, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. When you took him entirely into your mouth he groaned loudly and shuttered. 

“I’m, I’m not going to,” He sputtered and tried his best to stay still but his hips bucked upwards. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

“Come for me.” You took him out of your mouth and pumped him a few times, looking down at his face. His eyes were closed and his face was twisted in pleasure, his lips parted as his chest heaved with every breath. “Come for me, baby.” Your mouth went back to his cock and you forced yourself to take him all in, the tip of him reaching down the back of your throat.

“Oh!” He groaned and hissed, his hips jerking up into your mouth. He came quickly, moaning pretty little noises, his cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed all of it, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

You sat up and looked down at him, taking in how beautiful he looked. “You’re such a good boy, Arthur. Now get up.”

He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at you while he struggled to sit up. You looked so elegant, your lips red from the friction and your eyes glossy from tears. None had spilled, though, he supposed you were too perfect for that.

“Make me come.” You sat up on your knees and raised your dress to slip off your black panties. When they were off you laid back against your pillows and bent your knees, spreading them to give him a full view of your pussy.

“Jesus.” He breathed at the sight and crawled up to you, taking off his jacket. He wanted to remove his shirt as well but your pussy was too tempting to waste time undressing.

Arthur laid down between your legs and nuzzled his face in your pussy, licking once through your folds. You were so wet, it gathered on the tip of his tongue and trickled down to his throat. “You taste so good.” He breathed and continued his work of licking and sucking, gauging your reactions to see what pleased you the most. After a while he fell into a rhythm of licking you, sucking your clit, and dipping his tongue as far as he could reach inside you.

You were breathless. You knew Arthur had no experience, it was obvious given how fast he came and how he had started oral, but it was shocking how fast he learned. He might actually make you come.

He remembered what you had said earlier about fingers and seeing a woman come undone with them. He cautiously slipped his middle finger inside you, jumping at the noise you made. 

“Is that,” He thought he might have hurt you.

“Perfect, baby.”

He put his mouth back on you and moved his finger in and out, not sure what felt good.

“Curl them, in and out doesn’t do it for me.” 

Note taken, he curled his finger. You burst into heavy breathing, reaching down to tug at his hair. He was so good, so good, he was going to make you come. It was so rare for someone to actually make you orgasm. 

“Perfect, oh, yeah!” You gasped and closed your eyes, rutting your hips down on his face. He curled his finger faster and sucked on your clit as you came in his mouth, the noises you made were music to his ears. You laughed sweet, you spoke sweet, and the noises you made in bed were even better. How were you so perfect?

You came hard, jerking and shaking, toes curling. You were the only person who had ever made you come like that, no one before Arthur had done it like you could.

“Oh, baby. I’m going to have to keep you here.” You teased and he rose from your legs, licking the cum from his lips. “You need to stay here with me.”

He wished he could. 

Making you come had caused him to harden again. You thanked the gods that you were able to go again so quickly, it was a gift women were blessed with.

“Lay down.” You slipped off the bed and he laid where you were previously, his hand going to his cock like it was programmed. “No, no touching.” You slapped his hand away and went back to what you were doing, grabbing your ties from your bedside table. 

Arthur watched you climb back on the bed, on top of him, your wet center grazing his cock. He shuddered and forced his hands to stay at his side as you looped the ties around the headboard. You grabbed his hands and tied them above his head, making sure they were tight enough that he couldn’t free himself but not too tight. You didn’t want to cut off circulation.

“You were so good.” You said once you were done, placing your hands flat on his chest. He looked up at you with adoration, soaking in every praise you gave him. “My good boy, you made me come so hard.”

You leaned down and kissed him, deeper than before, your tongue entering his hot mouth. He tasted like your cum and wine. 

With one hand you grabbed his cock and slipped it inside you, your tongue still in his mouth. The way he gasped sent shivers down your back. 

You only broke the kiss to take off your dress, pulling it over your shoulders and throwing it behind you. Arthur didn’t know where to look, your chest or your face. Both were so pretty. Your nipples were hard, your skin looked so soft. He wanted so badly to touch your breasts. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, you started riding him. One hand on his chest and the other on your thigh, you rose and sank down on his cock. He filled you perfectly, falling just centimeters short of your cervix. Any longer and it would be painful. 

Arthur couldn’t even speak. He closed his eyes and moved with you, his hips rising to meet yours with each motion. You felt so good wrapped around his cock, he hoped he would last longer this time. He lost himself in his body, everything felt so perfect.

“Open your eyes.” You caressed his face with your palm, stroking his cheeks with your fingertips. “I wanna see those pretty green eyes when I come.”

He opened his eyes and locked them with yours, it was harder than it sounded, keeping them open and focused. It felt so intimate, he hadn’t felt that, ever. It was like you were looking into each other's souls, all of you belonging to each other, naked and exposed in every way. There was nowhere to hide, no way to lie. 

You came again, clenching down on his cock, your eyes still locked with his. The sight of it was so beautiful to him, your mouth hanging open with your red cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he watched you come. “I can’t even tell you how beautiful you are.”

Coming to his praises was such an amazing experience. 

You untied his hands with shaking fingers, suddenly overtaken with a more hungry desire. “Now, fuck me. I want it fast, and hard.”

The two of you switched positions and he plunged his cock back inside you, fucking you exactly how you said. Fast, and hard. His hips snapped forward with rough thrusts, hands planted in the pillows beside your head. You locked your ankles around his back, prompting him to go deeper.

“Just like that, baby.” Your moans were choppy from the force of his thrusts.

He fucked you harder when he felt his second orgasm come, burying his entire cock inside you. It caught him off guard and he had to close his eyes, it was too much. “Oh, (Y/N).” He groaned and came, continuing his thrusts. They were sloppy now but you didn’t care, you came with him and shouted his name. 

“Oh my god.” He panted when his orgasm finished, leaving him with a few spasms and jerks. He rolled off of you and unbuttoned his shirt to get air on his overheated body. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

You rolled through the last waves of your orgasm, humming and shaking beside him. “Mmm, yeah, baby. You’re so good.”

After the two of you dressed and pulled yourselves together you drove him home. The whole ride was spent talking about nothing and everything, the both of you still high from multiple orgasms. 

“Thank you for tonight.” Arthur said in the passenger seat when you pulled up outside his apartment. He didn’t want to leave but he knew he had to, he had to tend to his mother.

“Of course, honey.” You reached out and brushed his hair from his cheek. “Listen, I’ve got a really busy week coming up. But Friday night I’m going to take you out, okay?” 

“Okay.” he was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t see you until then, but he was glad he got to see you again nonetheless. 

“Come here.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slipping a sealed envelope in his pocket. He thankfully didn’t notice. You knew he would refuse the money, but you just wanted to take care of him. You knew he was struggling. 

“I’ll see you on Friday.” He said when the kiss broke, reaching for the door handle. 

“See you then, sweetheart.”

❌ Saying "I'm so stupid" when you make a mistake: Incorrect. Doesn't encourage self-forgiveness and future growth.

✔ Saying "Arthur Fleck would still love me" when you make a mistake: Correct. Encourages self-forgiveness and future growth. Makes you think of Arthur Fleck.

Please please please can you write a oneshot of arthur and rich!reader meeting through a mutual friend and she absolutely spoils him with money and gifts and food and anything he'd ever need? With kind of a kinky undertone? Like he's her sugar baby even though he's like way older than her. She just absolutely takes care of him in every way, just wants to tie him up and make him cum and then take him out for a fancy dinner and buy him pretty things ok thank u for reading this mess

Aw, this is so cute. Wholesome. Yes. I'll start tomorrow ❤

full of surprises: arthur fleck x reader

Prompt: Could you perhaps write a fic where Arthur has a praise kink?

“So, will you come?”

Shifting uncomfortably on the locker room bench, Arthur’s face scrunched into a hesitant wince. “I don’t know, Randall. Clubs like that aren’t really my scene.” 

“C’mon, buddy,” Randall took a seat next to him and placed one of his meaty paws on Arthur’s shoulder, shaking him gently. “Don’t be a wuss. Birthdays don’t happen all that often, pal.”

Tilting his head, Arthur eyed him wearily. He had personally worked twelve birthday parties this week. “They kind of do.”

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joker: hey, one small thing?

me:

Joker: Things haven’t been the same since I…………….killed those three men on the subway. Murray:

Arthur Fleck's Arkham Document from Joker (2019)

Honestly tried to sharpen it up a bit so it's readable, but doctors handwritings are the absolute worst.

What I got from this (left to right):

Arthur only made it to 10th grade. (Or lower)

He has never been married and has no kids. (We know this)

He's somewhere around in his early 30's. Probably 33-34 years old.

There was indeed only 1 bedroom in the apartment he stayed in with Penny, which could only mean he slept on the couch the entire time. (As some of us already suspected)

The physician doesn't even know where the hell to begin with Arthur's state, so it's written, "Laughing all the time. I don't know happy or what."

Arthur WORKS HIS ASS OFF to provide for himself and Penny as seen where it's checked off by 49-59 hours for working in the past week. (The average working hours per week is 40 hours. At least where I'm from)

The physician then wrote, "I wish I did know" but I'm not sure for which of the questions.

Then where the 'yes' is checked off for if Arthur has a permanent disability, the physician drew a little arrow where he/she then wrote, "I really don't understand it."

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This honestly saddens and makes my heart yearn even more for Arthur just imagining the complete and total inhumane hardship he had to go through and endure all his life and then to never be taken seriously or cared for for not even a split second.

My emotions are so livid right now that I might just sock the next person that comes into my sight 😤

Thoughts?