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Fuck The Rich, Joker x Reader

Summary: You’d seen him on the Murray Franklin show and felt instantly drawn to the man, so you go to the riots in support. You didn’t plan on helping him escape, but you did and brought him to your apartment. What do you expect to happen when you’re alone with a murderous man?

Warnings: Cursing, violence, extremely rough sex, bondage, crying, slapping, gagging, spit play, bloodplay, hints of dubcon but it’s entirely consensual. 

Pairing: Joker x Reader

A/N: This is possibly the filthiest smut I’ve ever written and I’m not even ashamed. I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it!

***

How did you end up here, letting him in your apartment? What were you thinking? How did letting Joker take refuge from the police in your apartment seem like a good idea? 

It all happened so fast, you were at the riots and saw him standing there like a god, blood on his face, his own mixed with the splatters of Murray Franklin. You thought fast and took him with you, sneaking through the crowd as police surrounded the street. How you managed to get him here without anyone seeing was a miracle in itself.

“Now what?” You whispered, mostly to yourself. He walked into your living room, taking in the sight of it, shaking his head. It was perfect, too perfect, you prided yourself on your organization and cleanliness.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” He asked, turning to face you. You still stood in front of the door. 

“One of them?”

He stalked towards you like a jaguar cornering its prey. “All these pretty expensive things. Your jewelry.” When he stood in front of you he grabbed your necklace and pulled you towards him. “You’re one of them.”

Sure, you had a few expensive things and lived in a nice apartment. But one of the rich? No, you went to the riots yourself for crying out loud, you shared his ideas.

“You know what I want to do to people like you?” He breathed, looking down at you. His green eyes saw straight into your soul, breaking down every wall you’d tried to put up. “To pretty rich girls who’ve never known what fear is?”

What was he going to do to you? You were scared, as you should be, you were downright terrified. But at the same time, he was looking at you with a predatory gaze that filled you with a very familiar need.

“No.” You looked up at him and tried your best to seem unwavered, but you knew he saw right through it. 

His hand shot behind your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to bare your neck to him. You cried out and grabbed at his hand, stumbling backward, but he just leaned down to graze his teeth against your throat. “I’m going to show you.”

In one swift moment, he shoved you to your knees by your hair, unbuttoning his red suit pants. His zipper went down and his cock came out, hard, red and demanding attention. Oh god. Your mouth watered when you saw it and you looked up to his face. 

“Open your mouth.” His voice was so calm and he seemed so nonchalant about it all, as if he did this for a living. When you didn’t do as he told you he slapped your face, not too hard but enough to hurt. 

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped and your body swayed from the force of it before steadying. “Please, I,” 

He slapped you again and you cried out, opening your mouth for him as a sob shook through your form. You wanted it, you wanted it so fucking bad, so bad you wept. 

“Good girl.” He muttered and directed the tip of his cock to your lips, rubbing it against them before dipping it in your mouth. He fucked your mouth slowly at first, using his grip on your hair to bob your head on him.

He tasted like sweat. Your eyes teared up and you held on to his thighs, taking a moment to pull yourself together. After a while, you got more into it, using your tongue to please him and even hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head yourself.

He liked that. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, rocking his hips gently against your face while you pleased him. 

At one point he went too far in, touching the back of your throat, and you gagged. You pulled away from him to stop from vomiting and he groaned in displeasure. You looked amazing to him, your spit trickling down your chin, eyes wet with mascara running down your cheeks, which were still red from his hand.

“That’s enough.” He yanked you to your feet, your scalp screaming at this point. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“It’s, uh,” You fought to think clearly but he was impatient.

“No, I think I’ll just have you here.” He mused and let go of your hair, grabbing your face in both of his hands. He kissed you hard, tasting himself in your mouth while you tasted blood. 

Your mind raced but thought of nothing at the same time, your heart felt like it would break out of your chest and your pussy throbbed. You’d never felt like this in your life, so afraid but so needy. It felt carnal, almost animalistic, you loved every second of it.

When he finally parted from your lips he looked over you, taking in your outfit. A black skirt, button-up white shirt tucked in, your pink cardigan had been left at the door. You’d gotten too hot with his cock in your mouth so you shed it. “Your choice of attire for the riots, it’s unconventional, isn’t it?” His hand rested on your thigh, snaking up your skirt. “Seems a bit silly, doesn’t it?” He whispered and his fingers danced along the inside of your legs, not going up higher, not yet.

“I just got off work.” You defended yourself, looking down at his arm. You could see his red sleeve, but his hand was covered by your skirt. 

“Some cushy office job?” He hummed and moved his hand higher, to the edge of your hips where your panties started. He hooked his pointer finger in the waistline and tugged, pulling you closer to him. “Where you get to sit all day, not worrying about a damn thing.” It was like he hated you for being more privileged than others, something you had no control over. 

You didn’t know what to say so you kept quiet and listened, completely at his mercy and fine with it. 

He took off your panties slowly, a stark contrast to his earlier behavior, he drug them down to your knees and let them fall around your ankles, getting hung on your heels.

“Take your shoes off.” He stepped back to watch, taking his still hard cock in his hand and pumping it a few times.

You stepped out of your panties and kicked your heels off, waiting for more instruction.

He watched you stand there, stroking his cock and thinking. “You know what I’m going to do to you tonight, don’t you?” He said finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You nodded and he walked forward, picking up your panties, he’d need them in a moment. “If you try to stop me-”

“I won’t.” You cut him off, shaking your head. You wanted him so bad. You were so wet it was starting to drip down your inner thigh.

“Good. I didn’t want to finish that.” You imagined what he would do if you resisted, he’d probably kill you, the cops had taken his gun so he’d have to use one of your kitchen knives, maybe even choke you to death.

You were deep in thought about the ways he could kill you when he lunged forward, not liking the fact you weren’t paying attention to him anymore. He grabbed you by your neck and pushed you further into your living room until you fell back on your footstool into a sitting position. 

It was a simple thing, a soft square piece of furniture that matched your white couch. It was expensive, the whole set costing a few thousand dollars, but it came with the apartment so it wasn’t your property.

He pushed it along the floor until it came in contact with your couch so you could lay down fully without half of your body hanging off. In one quick movement, he pushed you down and climbed on top of you, knees resting on either side of your hips.

The panties were still in his hand, now ready for his intentions. He grabbed your hands and looped them around your wrists a few times, stretching them and twisting them to the point you couldn’t free yourself. You’d never be able to wear them again, which was a shame, they were one of your favorite pair.

He liked the way you looked bound, hands above your head, helpless to him and anything he wanted to do. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He grabbed your legs, lifting them from between his and spreading them with a tight grip on your thighs. Running his fingers over your cheeks, wiping away the black streaks of tears. You liked the soft feeling, even relaxing a little, and then he slapped you again, harder this time. “I know you like it rough. I can tell. The pretty quiet ones always do.” 

When he slapped you a second time you gasped, your head turning away from him and you wiggled under his form. He took advantage of your pain and shoved two fingers in your open mouth, gagging you to the point where tears trickled down your temples. He used his fingers in your mouth to turn your head so you looked up at him.

He loved it. Seeing you cry and squirm under him made his cock throb angrily, prompting him to continue his assault. He slapped you a few more times but they weren’t as satisfying since they were blunted by the side of his hand. He took his fingers from your mouth so he could hit you better.

“Please, it hurts.” You cried, pulling at your restraints. In reality, you didn’t want him to stop, not at all, you wanted him to hit and abuse you, leave bruises all over your body and make you hurt.

“That’s the point.” Finally, he stopped, but only to grab his cock and shove it inside you. 

You yelped, head falling back in surprise. If you weren’t so wet there was no way he would have entered you that smoothly. He was so fucking thick and long, he filled you and then some. He pushed in until he couldn’t anymore, then pulled out completely only to slam back into you.

“You fucking love it.” He hissed in your face, thrusting into you hard and slow, savoring each time his cock buried into you. “Say it.”

“I love it!” You cried, mouth agape as you took in each breath as a gasp. “I love it so much, it feels so good!” 

He spit into your open mouth, shocking you. No one had ever done that to you. Yet, no one had ever slapped you and tied you up with your own panties. His spit was almost completely blood, maybe ten percent of it being his own saliva. You wanted to spit it out but he closed your mouth and held his hand over your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered when you swallowed, taking his hand off your mouth.

You wanted to know what would happen if you made him mad. 

He slipped his fingers back in your mouth, closing his eyes and thrusting into you with that same slow yet painfully hard pace.

Perfect. 

You waited a moment and bit down on his fingers, hard. When his eyes snapped open your heart raced with excitement, your pussy clenching around him in anticipation. 

He saw that look in your eyes and realized you wanted to test him. “Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” He huffed and pulled out of you, standing up so he could flip you onto your stomach. 

He slapped your ass harder than he’d slapped your face, not giving you time to react before he hit you again. Over and over, fast and vicious, using all of his strength.

Fuck, maybe you weren’t ready for that.

You shouted in pain but your cries were muffled into the couch cushion. He grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head from the couch so he could hear you scream before slapping you again. “I like the way you scream.” He grunted, switching to your other cheek to redden it like the former. 

It seemed he would never stop, at one point your skin went from raw to numb. When that happened he stopped, providing you with momentary relief, but then he laid back down on top of you and shoved his cock back inside you.

“You’re so much wetter than before.” He groaned in your ear, lifting your hips up slightly with one hand and grabbing a fistful of hair with the other, pulling your head back so sharply you thought he’d snap your neck. 

The position you were in was heavenly. Your elbows propped the upper half of your body up just enough, your shoulders and neck pulled back by your hair, with your back arched and his arm looped under your waist to hold your hips up.

He fucked himself into you, hard and fast now, each time his hips hit your ass it forced a gasp out of you. He didn’t hold back one bit. 

You’d already orgasmed so many times. First, when he entered you, a second time when he started slapping you, and now again with him pulling your hair while he fucked you. How he lasted this long you had no idea, it had been at least an hour.

He had no idea either, he was never one to last long. But each time he felt his orgasm coming he’d stop, fight it off and continue. 

Finally, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He’d been edging himself for so long it became impossible to stop and once he felt it start he let it happen.

He raised you by your hair, rising with you so you both were on your knees in the couch, your back pressed against his chest and when he let go of your hair your head laid back on his shoulder. He maneuvered just the right way so he could sit down with his feet planted on the floor, turning you in his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you raised your arms, still bound at the wrists, and looped it around his head to rest your forearms on his shoulders. 

He came, fast and hard, letting out filthy moans as he emptied himself up into you. His body shuddered and twitched, riding out the best orgasm of his life, the best of it lasting five seconds but the entire thing spanning ten. 

There was so much of him. When he picked you up off of him and set you down on your footstool it poured out of you, two separate streams oozing down your inner thighs all the way to your ankles. And there was still so much inside.

You’d orgasmed four times that night. Your clit was sensitive to the touch and your insides throbbed blissfully. 

After his heart rate slowed down a bit and he got some of his strength back he turned to you, unwrapping your panties from your wrist and freeing your hands. He tossed them on the ground and sighed, slicking his hair back which was soaked with sweat.

“Where’s your shower?” He breathed as streams of sweat ran down his neck to soak into his suit, cloudy with his face paint. 

“Down the hall. Last door on the right.” You swallowed and turned onto your side, nuzzling your cheek into the cool fabric of an untouched area of your couch. “Are you going to leave?”

He stood up and took off his suit jacket, enjoying the breeze he got from being free of a layer. “No, not tonight, and not any time soon. I don’t think it would be wise. They’re looking for me.”

You nodded, watching him walk down the hall to your bathroom. “Okay.” 

You didn’t care how long he stayed, as long as he fucked you just like that many more times. 

Outside the riots were still going strong, you could barely hear them, shouts and chants, one of them being ‘fuck the rich’. 

You smiled.

Sleepy and Sweet, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: Hi, I absolutely love your stories! And I love to think about Arthur Fleck being a virgin❤May I request a story about the first time having sex with Arthur, being his first time, but the reader's very experienced. And like he asking if she has done this before, she says yes and asks the same to him, to what he says no, she kinda guides him at first because of his nervousness, but then he looses control & it turns cute , hot but goofy . Sorry i talk a lot😂i have this idea in ny head , help!

Warnings: Cursing, smut.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: Thanks for requesting something so cute and sensual! Hope you enjoy!

***

You practically slammed Arthur against the elevator walls, ignoring the fact the doors hadn’t even closed yet. You couldn’t care any less. If someone saw, let them watch.

“(Y/N),” His voice trembled as you continued your attack from earlier, kissing his neck and palming him through his jeans. You couldn’t help it, he’d been so sweet to you today, all you wanted was to show him how much you appreciated it. “Christ…” He forgot what he wanted to say and he shut up for the meantime, letting you touch him. 

It had been a long, long time without sex for you. You’d been fine with it at first, but then you met Arthur. You’d never wanted to have sex with someone so badly before, was it partly because he hadn’t tried to initiate anything? Yes. 

When you were finally in your apartment he tried to think of a way to tell you, his mind fighting against him as you led him to your bedroom. Would you think less of him? Laugh in his face and kick him out? 

“Have you done this before?” He blurted out when your hands slipped into his pants.

Had he truly just asked that? You pushed yourself up on your knees in your bed, still sat between Arthurs spread legs. “Yes.” You answered honestly, hoping he wouldn’t think less of you and want to leave. You set your hand on his knee, giving him a questioning squeeze. “Are you alright, sweetie?” 

He forced his eyes up to yours, struggling to look at you. He wanted nothing more than to please you, obviously, but he had no idea how. Sure, he’d read his fair share of porn magazines but that wasn’t real. He had no real experience.

“Have you ever…” Your words trailed off when he gave you a small shake of the head. Your heart skipped a beat. It was probably awful to think it was adorable, but come on, was it not? “Is that why you’re so tense?”

He looked incredibly uncomfortable, his face twisted into a grimace, looking anywhere but you. 

It looks like you’d have to take the lead. You slowly ran your hand up his leg, finding he was still hard. “You don’t need to be nervous around me, Arthur, I can teach you.” You leaned over him and kissed his chin before nuzzling your face into his neck. He smelled so sweet, he’d showered right before your date that day and his hair still smelled of conditioner. 

Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist after you sat down in his lap. “Okay.”

You smiled into his skin, sitting upright so you could look at his pretty face. “Okay?”

Your smile was contagious, he nodded in affirmation and smiled back to you, allowing you to show him the ropes. You settled on making out for a bit first, grinding into each other through your clothes. 

“Put your fingers inside me.” You whispered, pulling back from his lips. Once your shorts and panties were off you climbed back in his lap. “These two.” You singled out his middle and ring fingers on his right hand. 

He did as you said, although hesitant, sliding his hand between the two of you. His fingertips barely grazed your thighs, almost like he was teasing you. But he was far too overwhelmed to even think about teasing you right now.

“Come on, touch me.” 

Arthur looked back up to you and tentatively slipped his fingers between your folds, taken aback for a moment at how warm, wet, and soft you felt. Those two fingers pushed inside you and his cock twitched at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers. He moved them around a bit, searching your face to see what pleased you most. He settled on curling them, having to adjust himself when you started letting out sinful moans.“Can I taste you?”

That surprised you. “Yeah, of course you can.”

You climbed off him and laid on your back in your bed, taking a moment to breathe as he took off his pants, not even bothering with his shirt. He settled between your thighs and buried his face between your legs, licking up the aftermath of what his fingers did to you.

“Oh, you’re good at that.” You closed your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair, laying your head back on your pillow. “You’re so good.”

His tongue circled your clit a few times before dipping inside you, exploring as far as he could reach. You tasted so good. His cock ached painfully but pleasing you was first and foremost on his mind. 

“Mmm, just like that baby.” You moaned, rolling your hips against his face. 

Until you started making those noises. Then he couldn’t hold back.

Something snapped in Arthur and he jumped up, hand wrapping around your throat. “You make such pretty noises.” He whispered and with his other hand he guided himself to your pussy. 

“Fuck, baby.” You hissed, grinding down against the tip of his cock. “Fuck me, please, I need it hard.”

Arthur hummed and slowly, so fucking slowly, pushed himself inside you. Once his head popped in you both moaned. He shuddered, wondering how you stayed so tight. He wouldn’t last long, he knew it, but he’d make sure his first time was good for the both of you.

He didn’t start off slow. Once he was inside you he fucked you hard and fast, one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. It felt so good to finally have him inside you, you’d been thinking about how he would feel for so long and it was finally happening.

How did he fuck so good? Wasn’t he a virgin? You arched your back, tilting your head back so he could hold your neck better. He took advantage of it and tightened his fingers around your throat, pounding harder into your pussy until he felt his very quick orgasm building.

“Fuck,” He choked, trying to keep his pace, but it was far too hard when he felt you clench around him. “(Y/N), I-”

“Come for me.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles and pulling him further inside you. “Arthur, don’t hold back.”

He leaned down and kissed you, moving his hands to cup your face, and finally came. 

You purposefully clenched around him while he moaned into your mouth. His hot cum filled you so well, he came so fucking hard he got cramps in his calves.

“(Y/N),” He went limp in your arms and laid on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. 

After he recovered he slipped out of you, his cum leaking out the second he left you, spilling onto your comforter. “Did you…” He asked awkwardly.

“We have all night for you to make me come.” You kissed the side of his head and wrapped an arm around him, petting his hair while he nuzzled his face in your neck. God, could he get any cuter? “You really went at it, didn’t you?”

Arthur chuckled and nodded. His hair tickled your chin. “I couldn’t help it. You felt so fucking good.”

You smiled and hummed, kissing the top of his head again. “Well, whenever you’re ready we can go again.”

“Is it too early to say I love you?” He murmured.

You furrowed your brows and looked down at him, seeing his eyes had closed. Fuck, he was so cute! He had came so hard he was falling asleep on you. “No, it’s not.” Brushing your fingers through his hair, you smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

General jealousy hc for Arthur and joker please?

Ive never done a HC before but I might go crazy with it in the future, so stick around

created by - Juan Ramos

insta name - Mr.Juandalf

@honking4joker they’re calling us out

Trying to find some aesthetic Joker posts but all the True Crime criminal-stalking panty wetters won’t shut up about how horny they are for clowns. I THOUGHT TUMBLR PURGED YOUR KIND?

Hi, I absolutely love your stories! And I love to think about Arthur Fleck being a virgin❤May I request a story about the first time having sex with Arthur, being his first time, but the reader's very experienced. And like he asking if she has done this before, she says yes and asks the same to him, to what he says no, she kinda guides him at first because of his nervousness, but then he looses control & it turns cute , hot but goofy . Sorry i talk a lot😂i have this idea in ny head , help!

Of course you can darling, I adore this kind of content and I'll get on it soon ❤

Im in tears

I FILMED MYSELF READING THIS TWITTER POST AND I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO STOP LAUGHING

Me: *seeing joker for the first time* man that was a fantastic film! Joaquin Phoenix did an excellent job.

My monkey brain: yes,, jorker,, sexy man,, arter,, pretty boi,,

Now here’s the real way to bring Gotham together.

hi I’d like to introduce you guys to my new religion-

That's What Girls Like Me Like, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: I have never put a request in for a fic before, but here goes! Since Arthur canonically is a virgin, has childlike innocence and no idea how to interact with women, I'd love to read a fic about a friend helping him to understand what a woman would 'like'. Like having a 'mock' date, dancing, holding hands. But they wind up as a little more than friends; 'teaching and learning' is more of an excuse to get closer with each other since they'd secretly wanted it, but were too shy.

Warning: Cursing

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: Thank you for this adorable request! I hope you enjoy it, sweetie!

***

You’d known Arthur for a while, it was funny how you met, actually. You’d been on the way to work and he’d bumped into you, spilling your hot coffee all over your shirt. You were about to explode on him but when you saw how guilty he looked you bit your tongue.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god,” Arthur had gasped, stepping away from you. 

“It’s fine,” You huffed, pulling your shirt away from your body just enough to get a breeze in. “It’s a black shirt, I’ll be fine.”

“Jesus, are you okay?” The look on his face was enough to cheer you up, it was almost funny how scared he appeared. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I’m fine. But you owe me another coffee.”

And now here you were, eating dinner in his mother's apartment. It wasn’t anything fancy, just your leftovers from lunch, pasta and breadsticks.

“Do women really like that?” Arthur asked in response to a man in a movie who had been going over the top to impress a girl.

You weren’t even watching the movie, you’d been too occupied reading a magazine that had come in the mail. “Hmm?” You glanced up from the glossy paper, digging your fork into your plate.

“Like, would you want someone coming to your place of work with flowers and chocolate?” He asked nervously, twiddling his fingers. 

A laugh escaped your lips and you had to cover your mouth to finish chewing. “Uhm,” You swallowed your food and took a sip of water. “I don’t know. It depends, I guess.”

“On what?”

You looked at him then, eyebrows raised and a playful smirk on your lips. “What’s your sudden interest in what women like?”

He looked back to the T.V and shrugged, visibly timid. 

Oh, now you were interested. “What, is there someone you like?” You leaned forward in the love seat with your full attention on him. Arthur had never talked about his personal life like that, and to be honest, you’d never thought about it. But now that you were thinking about it, you were more than intrigued. 

It took a while but he nodded, earning an excited gasp from you. 

“Well, let me tell you what women like.” You slid off the chair and joined him on the couch. “We’re not all the same, obviously, but I think I can speak for most of us when I say small acts are the best. You know, a call after work to tell them you’ve been thinking about them. If you… Uhm, oh, if you see something that reminds you of them get it. Like a flower in the park, a cute shirt, a music tape, you know. Little things. At least that’s what I like.” You realized you were rambling and laughed. But Arthur took in every word, nodding and taking mental notes.

“Have you ever been on a date?” 

“Oh, yeah, I’ve had a few.” You’d had more than a few but you didn’t want to intimidate him. “Have you?”

Silence. Then he shook his head. 

“Well, how about tomorrow after work you stop by my place. We can pretend to have a date and I’ll show you how it’s done, okay?” 

His face brightened and he smiled, nodding. “Okay. Yeah.” 

***

He took the mock date seriously. He put on some of his better clothes and took extra time with his hair, even going as far as buying you flowers. He picked out a kind he thought you’d like, that’s what you said, right?

You opened your door and had to choke back a gasp. Wow, he sure could clean up nice. When he cleared his throat you realized you’d been staring and he was holding out a bouquet of flowers for you. “Arthur, wow, for me?”

“Yeah, I saw them and thought of you. That’s what girls like, right?” 

You took the flowers and nodded, unable to keep the ecstatic smile off your face. “Yes, I do. We do, I mean. We like that a lot.” You stumbled over your words and stepped to the side to let him in. “Well, dinner is almost done, so, sit down, and,” You were almost breathless. “Yeah.”

To save both of you from your awful awkwardness you went into the kitchen to get the food out of the oven. You had to take a moment and breathe, cursing yourself for how worked up you’d gotten. What was wrong with you? It wasn’t a real date, you were helping him woo over another woman.

After you set the food out and made each other's plates you stood back from the table, making sure everything was perfect. “Okay, stand up.”

He furrowed his brows but did what you said, standing from his chair. 

“Pull out my chair and scoot it in for me.” 

Oh, right. He scoffed at the obviousness of it, that’s why he was here, to learn. He walked over to the other side of the table and pulled your chair out, finding himself smiling as he pushed it in under you.

“Thank you, Arthur, what a gentleman.” You teased and he laughed, a real laugh. It wasn’t the painful laugh you’d heard him suffer through so many times.

When he sat down he ran over things in his mind, what did people normally talk about on dates? Before he could think too hard you spoke.

“Ask me how my day was.” You whispered and he sucked in a breath, thankful you were going to be leading.

“How was your day?”

“It was wonderful.” You answered and picked up your fork. “I saw a man walking his dogs on the way home and he let me pet them.”

“Oh.” Arthur raised a brow and began eating. “That’s great. What kind of dogs?”

“A German Sheppard and a pug.” You smiled when you remembered how cute they both were. “Do you like dogs?”

Arthur shrugged and finished chewing before he answered. “I’m more of a cat person.”

“Perfect.”

“Hmm?”

“Establishing the small things about your personality, that’s exactly what you talk about.” You took a sip of water, locking eyes with him over the table. “Now, ask me what I do for fun.”

He knew what you did for fun but he asked anyway. He found out something he didn’t know about you though, something that piqued his interest. 

“You really like doing that?” He asked, breaking character again. “You like people watching?”

“Yeah! I like seeing into peoples lives, I know it’s a little weird but there are so many interesting people out there and it’s nice to get a glimpse of that. You hear things you normally wouldn’t.” 

Soon you both forgot you weren’t on an actual date and you lost yourselves in conversation. You learned things about him you hadn’t known and probably would have never found out if not for the date. He told you he wanted to be a comedian and he told you a few jokes, getting quite a few laughs in return. 

“Well, Arthur.” You said to him as he stood in your doorway. “Whoever you’re practicing for is very lucky.”

He beamed at you leaning against your doorframe and smiled, looking to the ground. ‘It’s you. You.’ He thought but said nothing.

“You know, after a date goes this well, you usually kiss her before you go.” You were mostly teasing but fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.

Arthur tried to hold himself back, truly, he did, but as soon as you said that he leaned in, his nose grazing yours, lips barely brushing. You reached up to meet him. His lips were so soft and so were yours, they felt so perfect against each other. It lasted a good seven seconds before he pulled back, just as breathless as you.

“Like that?” He whispered after, his green eyes flickering back and forth over your face.

“Yeah. Just like that.”

When he left you leaned on the door, a content blissful smile on your face. Then it hit you. Fuck. Oh no. You had caught feelings.

***

Music filled your house, some song you’d never heard by some singer you’d never heard of. Arthur liked it though, and although he’d never admit it to you it reminded him of you. It was the first song he’d heard after he met you, it wasn’t his normal type of music but it just screamed (Y/N).

Your head resting against his chest as the two of you swayed in your living room had to be Heaven. Arthur wasn’t religious in the slightest but if there was a Heaven, it would have to be this. Right? So peaceful and sincere. He hadn’t felt that way in… well, ever. He’d never felt that way before.

“Have you asked her out yet?” Your voice was soft and vibrated against his chest pleasantly. 

“No, do you think she’d like to dance like this?” The change of subject was subtle enough for you not to notice.

“I like it.” 

Arthur leaned down just enough to set his chin on the top of your head. He wanted to tell you so desperately that you were the one he was doing all this for. 

Little did he know you felt the exact same way. 

The past few weeks you’d grown extremely close with Arthur, the mock-dates had soon lost their original purpose and were just an excuse to be around each other. You were both so starved of affection neither of you said anything out of fear the sessions would end. 

But god, you wanted to say something. You wanted to see if the feeling was mutual, you wanted to know if your kisses meant more than practice. Maybe you were being foolish and blind but without verbal affirmation you were unsure.

“This is nice.” You forced the words out of your mouth, testing the waters to see where he stood.

He hummed, in agreement maybe? But he said nothing. He wanted you to continue. 

“Arthur,” You pulled back from him so you could see his face. You needed to see it when you said what was on your mind. “Am I the girl you’ve been practicing for?”

“What?” He mumbled in confusion with furrowed brows. 

You parted from his arms and turned. Were you wrong all along? “Oh, god, I’m so stupid.”

Arthur’s face fell and he reached out to touch your shoulder as he struggled for the right words. “(Y/N), I’m sorry,” He interpreted it the wrong way, thinking you had found him out and were disgusted at what he’d been doing. “I couldn’t think of any other way,” That's when the first attack happened. The first in a while. He covered his mouth and turned around while his body shook. 

You didn’t say anything, you just waited for him to finish, now facing him with your hand nervously clasping your neck. Well, this wasn’t going as planned. You’d said all the wrong things. What did he mean, though? ‘Any other way’? Any other way to what?

When the laughter finally subsided he inhaled deeply, building up the courage to look back at you. “Yes. You’re the girl.”

The way your face lit up was something he wished he could make happen every day. He was a little confused at your reaction until you rushed back to him, rising up on your tiptoes to kiss him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his gently resting on your sides. 

“This isn’t a joke, is it?” He stuttered when you broke the kiss to catch your breath. 

“That wouldn’t be a very funny joke.” You shook your head and kissed him again, turning your head slightly to deepen it. 

When the two of you finally parted he let out a small chuckle of his own doing. “Do you want to go on a real date?” 

“They all felt pretty real to me.”

His lips turned up into the purest smile, it made your heart soar every time you saw it. “Well, what else do you like?”

The endless possibilities of what that question meant, it had your mind running in thousands of directions.

You licked your lips, they were still buzzing from the friction of his. “You want me to teach you?”

Guys don't forget,

Joaquin Phoenix actually sang the songs in Walk The Line

I mean like what can't he do? When his voice gets deep... boy, that sure does something to me

Watch them pls, we need to appreciate the hell out of this

TOO SWEET! I LOVE IT

okay so what about getting asleep on the sofa while watching TV and then he wakes you up to go to bed and he's just so happy you're by his side that he dances with you around the room like he does with penny and you're still sleepy and you murmur 'we better dance like this at our wedding, future husband' hhhhf im SOFT

I’m soft omg this is the life ????? also I love that shoulder thing he does in this scene ugh. He’s such a cutie pie.

Warnings: swearing, smoking (why do I still bother tagging these?) and implied nsfw at the end. You may need to bite a pillow to keep from squealing, this is soft.

word count: 1, 981.

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You were exhausted.

All day had you had to be in contact with people. You hadn’t had a free moment to yourself. Even when you had gone outside your university to have a cigarette, people had wanted stuff to do with you. It hadn’t been more than an hour since leaving the apartment building that you had wanted to go home again. At least Arthur didn’t socially wear you out; one look at you and it seemed like he could read your entire mood, and know what to do to be around you peacefully, without causing you any sort of distress. He was an actual angel and you didn’t know where you would be without him. Your entire life revolved around Arthur, and though you knew that that was mildly unhealthy, you also knew that you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was the kind of man to demand that all eyes were on him. He was unaware of the beauty of his own self, and that only increased his allure, somehow.

When Arthur had finally come home from work late in the evening, just as tired and worn down as you were, you had already been curled up on the sofa, ready to go to sleep. Instead, however, you had jumped up with more physical energy than you thought you had left in you, such was the effect he had on you, and reheated his dinner, spoken to Arthur about his day, and made him feel loved. Loving Arthur Fleck was a gift, but it seemed almost surreal for him to love you back just as hard, if not even more than you loved him. He felt deeply, which meant that he hurt deeply, and rarely could he experience a single day without another punch to the face. Sometimes, life expressed that particular sentiment physically, and you were always there with a gentle touch to patch up his wounds. It was the emotional ones which required more tender loving care, and you only gladly obliged. He deserved the entire fucking world, and though you couldn’t physically give it to him, you could make him feel like he was on top of it.

When at last all your daily responsibilities, stresses and duties had been tended to, Arthur had invited you to sit beside him on the sofa. The Murray show was on, but you weren’t concentrating on it. Not only did you not like the host - he was a rude man who preyed on other people to get a cued laugh from the paid audience and sometimes you found yourself wishing that someone would just permanently shut him up - but you were just so tired. You leaned easily against Arthur’s upper arm, feeling his body heat radiate through his thin cotton shirt. Naturally did his arm curl around your shoulders, pulling you snugly against him. You shifted so that you were pressed completely against his side, his body warding off the chill in the apartment; the heating was just too expensive, even and most especially given that it was winter and therefore, the government could get away with putting up the prices because of the ‘supply and demand’. It was bullshit, but what could you do? You were a working class citizen working to the bone just to survive and therefore, you had no real voice and no power of your own.

You were asleep before you knew it. The scent of cigarette smoke kept your own nicotine craving at bay, and the feeling of Arthur pressed tightly against you and the gentle smell of his cologne kept you in that secured lull which promised a good night’s sleep in preparation for all that was waiting for you tomorrow. You couldn’t wait for Sunday; it was your Day with Arthur. Once a week, every Sunday, did you only make plans for each other. You didn’t leave the apartment on Sundays, anything important could wait until the following day, and so you were left to indulge in each other in whatever means were most appealing on that day. Often, you stayed in the bedroom and played card games, smoking together and watching Charlie Chaplin re-runs.

The first thing that you became distantly aware of was that the bed you were lying against was moving in a steady rise and fall. There was a rumbling just under your ear and then Arthur’s gentle, patient tone threatened to send you right back to sleep.

“Y/N, darling. Come on, it’s time for bed.”

You groaned. “Nope. Sleeping. Shush.”

Another rumble ran through Arthur’s chest and bubbled up and out of his throat, the sound creating a lovely laugh. You adored it when he laughed genuinely. It was such a rare sound and you cherished it, so different was it to the terrifying attacks he so often experienced. 

“No,” Arthur hummed, “You gotta help me get you to bed. I can’t carry you.”

You sighed sleepily and sat up. Arthur laughed both at the expression on your face and the way your hair was sticking up on one side, laying completely flat on the other. 

“Sleepy head.” He teased, his eyes soft and full of love for you. The harsh blue light from the television screen illuminated the dark circles under his green eyes, and you felt guilty. Had you kept him awake while he waited for you to stir?

You stood, taking Arthur’s hand, and he pulled you close to his chest, swaying with you. He spun you slowly, a sweet smile on his face. His hair was fluffy, freshly washed, the dark curls framing either side of his forehead. His waistcoat was perfectly matched with his trousers, and he looked so ethereal. He was heaven sent. As he pulled you close again to dance with you without music, your sleep addled brain failed to consider the potential consequences of your next words.

“I want to dance like this with you at our wedding, future husband.” Your eyes were already sliding shut as you relaxed against his chest.

Time seemed to stop as your words seeped into your brain. Arthur froze and you even felt him stop breathing.

You weren’t tired any more as reality doused you awake just as surely as a cold bucket of water tipped over you would. You stared at Arthur’s still chest, not blinking, your entire body trained on the person in front of you, his hands still tightly gripping you.

A shuddered inhale. A bubble of quiet laughter. Silence.

“What… what did you just say?”

You dared to look up into those beautiful green eyes you so adored. You had memorised that face so well that you could recall it perfectly even in your sleep. Many a night had you fallen asleep staring at it, hoping that its features would find you in your dreams.

Little did you know that your wildest dreams weren’t inside your mind, but physically present in the bed with you.

“What is your shirt made of?” You reached out and plucked the sleeve of his shirt between your thumb and forefinger. You had a reason for the apparent sudden change in topic. You would make your point known in all the ways you could think of. It was the least you could do for Arthur.

“No, Y/N, what did you - “

“I’m getting there.” You smiled patiently, pleading with him inside your mind to go along with you.

Arthur nodded, sighed and seemed to accept that you would repeat yourself when you had had your fun as, with a slight bite of impatience, he said, “I don’t know, cotton or something. Please tell me what you said.” His voice was quieter towards the end of the sentence. Did he think it was a joke to you?

You shook your head and made sure to look him straight in the eyes. “No.” You disagreed. “It’s made of husband material.”

You saw some pre-existing spark in his eyes explode into a fire as the most beautiful smile lit up Arthur’s entire face like a christmas tree. You hadn’t intended to say this here and now, but your mouth had made the decision for you, as it so often did when you were tired. Actually, scrap that - your mouth often made your decisions for you, and your brain was left to figure out the aftermath. Your brain to mouth filter had always been faulty, even more so when you were tired.

“Wait here.” Quick as a flash were you gone, disappeared into the bedroom. You left Arthur’s arms feeling empty with naught for company but the ghost of your touch. Like a whirlwind, you were back just as quickly as you had gone. 

In your hand was a small black box, which was clenched painfully in your grip. Ready? Go!

“Here.”

You handed it to a wide eyed Arthur. His hands were shaking and nearly did he drop the box. He sought to cup it in his hands. “W-what… I don’t -” Laughter. Cruel and painful laughter ripped its way out of your love’s throat, making him cross his arms over his shoulders as he buried his face in the material of his work shirt. He doubled over, turned his back to you, and violent chuckles threatened to destroy the very gentle, loving atmosphere that had naturally occurred when the two of you were together. 

You put a hand on his back, rubbing up and down his spine, feeling the different vertebrae through his clothing. You said nothing, you only stayed, and that meant so much more to Arthur than anything else that you could have done. Guilt racked him as he squeezed his eyes shut. He had ruined the moment. You had just presented your future together to him on a silver platter, the entire scene practically gift wrapped in its perfection, and he had ruined it with his condition. As he quieted to hiccups and straightened up, breathing in deeply, you said, “Don’t you dare think you’ve ruined anything, Arthur.”

He hiccuped, “But - “

“No.” You smiled gently to take the bite out of your words, and pulled him into a hug. Immediately did your fingers find the dark curls at the nape of his neck. Arthur’s head sunk down onto your shoulders, taller than you was he, and he pressed his nose into your jugular. His lips soothed the day’s tension away, and you allowed him to lavish you with kisses.

Slowly did you realise that he hadn’t answered your question.

“Arthur.”

Something in your voice caught his attention and he straightened up.

“Are you gonna’ answer my question?”

“Wait… you weren’t. You weren’t joking?” He was so incredulous, so disbelieving, that you couldn’t help it. Your jaw dropped. Did he really think so little of himself? You didn’t even need to think about it. Yes. Yes, he did.

“I would never fucking do that.”

Arthur looked down to the floor in shame, and you found the fallen box - he must have dropped it during his sudden attack - and picked it up, dusting it off. You opened it to reveal a set of modest antique rings. It was the best you could afford. The design was plain and simple but elegant. 

“So, how about it? Will you marry me, Arthur?”

The ferocity with which he kissed you took you aback, as again and again did he mumble “yes” against your lips. Your legs somehow found his waist, and it was with speedy movements and little care for the late hour that you showed Arthur just how much you had meant your question. The rings lay abandoned on the living room table; you would put them on each other tomorrow. For now, you would consummate the as yet unofficial but official vow to love each other in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part.

I have never put a request in for a fic before, but here goes! Since Arthur canonically is a virgin, has childlike innocence and no idea how to interact with women, I'd love to read a fic about a friend helping him to understand what a woman would 'like'. Like having a 'mock' date, dancing, holding hands. But they wind up as a little more than friends; 'teaching and learning' is more of an excuse to get closer with each other since they'd secretly wanted it, but were too shy.

Yes! This is adorable and I love it! I'll get right on it darling ❤

Your story Things Work Themselves Out is absolutely the hottest thing i have EVER read and i would love to see more like it. thank you.

I would love to write more, so if you have any ideas on what you'd want to read let me know (:

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Things Work Themselves Out, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: can i request some arthur stalking reader content? an obsession gone way too far? sex at a halloween party but she doesnt know its him:?

Warning: Cursing, smut, dubcon, mentions of non-con

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: Well, this was something else. Kind of got hot writing it, hands were sweating knees weak arms are heavy by the end. Hope you enjoy, anon, and this was what you wanted!

You’d been having an amazing day. Fantastic, glorious, all those good things. You’d been promoted at your job, the bitch in accounting got fired, and to top it off, it was your birthday! Your friend had given you a pair matching pearl earrings, something you’d wanted with her for a long time. As if your day couldn’t get any better!

“Beautiful weather, isn’t it?” You smiled at the man standing behind you in line at the pharmacy. You had to pick up something for a friend and in your good mood decided to strike up a conversation with a stranger. 

Arthur had to look behind him to make sure there wasn’t anyone else you could be talking to. “Uh, yeah.” He furrowed his brows and tried to hide the confusion on his face. 

“I’m (Y/N).” You stuck out your hand, giving him another smile.

He took your hand in his, shaking it politely. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t pleasantly surprised by how soft your skin was, taking a moment to feel the back of your hand with his thumb. “Arthur.”

“Next.” The woman at the counter called you up.

“How’s your day going, Arthur?” You asked, taking a few steps to the counter but keeping your eyes on him. You slid a piece of paper over the counter and the woman left to the backroom after reading it.

He shrugged, moving forward in line with you. “Fine.”

“Just fine?” You scoffed, leaning against the counter. “I know something that will make it better.” Before he could ask you reached into your purse, pulling out a sucker. Your boss had given you a handful, she had bought her daughter the wrong flavor. Mango pineapple, instead of peach.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile when he saw the candy in your hand. He took it and examined the wrapper, running his finger over the plastic. “Thank you?” He looked up at you, unsure and wary of your kindness. Was it so truly innocent? No joke? You weren’t going to mug him when he left and laugh in his face?

No. He could tell. You were perfect. He needed to find out more about you before you left. “You don’t like candy?”

“No, I love it!” You laughed and unwrapped a sucker, running your tongue around it before sticking it between your lips. “I just have so many, my boss gave me them today after my promotion.”

“Promotion?” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking down at your lips. He found it hard to concentrate then, focusing more on your pretty lips around the red candy.

“Yeah!” You nodded eagerly. “You know that jewelry store uptown?”

He nodded with you, forcing himself to look back into your eyes. 

“Well, that’s where I work. I used to design advertisements, you know, the stuff you see in the newspaper. Well, now I get to actually design jewelry! Isn’t that great?”

The look in your eyes made his knees weak. You were just so happy, innocent, so full of glee and joy, he wished you could share some of it with him. 

“That’s amazing.” He breathed, shaking his head in disbelief as he fought with his mind. How could you be real? He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he knew that if he didn’t cool down he’d spiral into an obsession. 

“Here you go, ma’am.” The woman came back to the desk and handed you a white paper bag. 

“Thanks, sweetie!” You smiled and took the bag, handing her a folded twenty. “I’ll see you around, alright Arthur?” You smiled at him again, looking so irresistibly adorable. 

He was one step ahead of you.

Following you home wasn’t the best idea, but he just couldn’t help himself. He only stopped when you pulled your keys from your purse and unlocked your front door.

What the fuck was he doing? 

The weekend was mostly the same. Following you to work, watching from afar, following you home, repeat. One day on your way home a gust of wind ripped your scarf from your neck, carrying it through the air and far away. You didn’t care enough to run after it so you let it go and went on your way.

Arthur cared though, and he chased it down.

It still smelt like you. 

He pressed the soft fabric against his face, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. His free hand stroked himself, gritting his teeth as he imagined all the things you could do with your mouth besides hold a sucker. 

It wasn’t long before he came, shuddering and sinking even further into the couch, your scarf pressed firmly against his nose. 

Your scarf wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed the real thing.

It took him a while but eventually, he found out you’d be going to a costume party in a large house in the nicer part of Gotham, a rich couple celebrating Halloween. He could sneak in, right? It was a costume party, he could cover his face. Maybe… 

The day came. He was ready, he’d perfected his look, there was no way you’d recognize him. 

He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, trying to fit in with the small crowd filing into the house. A man at the door was checking a list, reading names and checking them off when they came through. 

“What’s your name, sir?” The man asked him, barely looking up from his paper. 

In the background someone smashed a bottle, the sound of the glass shattering almost deafening. Someone started screaming, and that was his window. Arthur slipped in the door and looked around, momentarily stunned. 

It was a gorgeous house, the ceiling miles away, a spiral staircase in the main room, expensive paintings on the walls and painfully decorated chandeliers. 

He looked around, taking in everyone's costumes. There was a large man dressed as Alf, another dressed as Jason, a few Barbies and not enough Kens.

Then he spotted you.

You wore a Wonder Woman costume, and god, he felt his knees grow weak when he saw how much skin was showing.

He checked his makeup in a mirror in the main hallway, making sure it was still perfect. He had spent longer than usual, every line carefully drawn on, his hair slicked back in a way so exact it would put a model’s routine to shame.

After a few drinks, you made your way to the upstairs bathroom, leaving your group of friends. This was his moment. Arthur set his martini down on the snack table he’d been prowling around and followed you, each step he took sending him further into his spiraling obsession. 

The red carpet stretched on forever, the staircase never-ending, but finally, it did. He swallowed back any doubts and waited for you to go into the bathroom. 

“What the fuck am I doing?” He whispered to himself, for a moment regretting even coming. What was he planning? What the fuck was he going to do?

If he wanted you, he’d need to act fast.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, allowing himself to not think anymore. 

He opened his eyes and set his jaw, opening the bathroom door. He turned off the light before you could look up from washing your hands, darkness enveloping you.

“David?” You laughed lightly, reaching for the faucet knobs. The sound of running water stopped, the only sound now being your breathing. You thought you’d seen the flash of his red Superman costume, what was he doing? The sound of the lock clicking sent chills down your spine.

Arthur stepped forward and found you, grabbing your face with his hands.

“Baby, your hands are cold.” You breathed, placing your wet hands on top of his. You hadn’t been able to dry them yet, the room too dark to see the towel. 

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to think you knew it was him, that you were calling him baby. He leaned forward and kissed you, holding back a moan when he finally got to taste you. 

So that’s what you felt like. 

Your lips were so soft against his, all sense of doubt was gone now. You thought he was your baby and he was going to take full advantage of it.

He reached behind you and undid your dress, earning a gasp. 

You parted from his lips and panted, trying so desperately to see in the dark room. “In here? Now?”

As nervous as you were, you kind of liked it. It was exciting, the thought of having sex in someone else's house with so many people inside it. The risk of being caught, it made you wet.

Arthur slid your costume down your body, letting his hands slide up your now bare skin, feeling every curve of your body. You weren’t wearing a bra, you couldn’t with the costume. He sighed when he realized, running his hands over your chest. 

“God, David.” You closed your eyes, backing into the sink.

He hated that name. He loved your voice and the way you sounded in need but fuck, he hated hearing you say another man's name.

His hand slipped between your thighs, running over the fabric of your panties, feeling the warmth between your legs-

“David,”

Arthur broke. He grabbed you by the back of your neck and forced you to your knees, using his free hand to unbutton his red suit pants, taking his cock out in one quick motion. Turning you around so you were on your hands and knees he fell to his own, barely managing to get your panties off.

“Fuck, oh my god!” Your heart was going a thousand miles an hour. David was never like this with you, he was so vanilla, but this-

Arthur pushed himself inside you, biting his tongue to keep himself quiet. That was going to be hard. You were so fucking tight around him, so hot and wet, so fucking perfect. He closed his eyes and blew out a shaky sigh, gripping your hips so tight it burned his fingers.

“Yes, oh fuck me, please I need you to fuck me,” You whimpered, leaning down so your face was pressed against the cold tile floor. “I don’t care if anyone hears us.”

‘If she keeps talking like that,’ Arthur thought, reaching around your body to wrap his hands around your throat, ‘I won’t last a minute.’

You pushed your hips back against him as he started out slow, both hands wrapped tightly around your neck, mentally begging him to fuck you till you screamed. You lost yourself when he snapped his hips forward, your knees sliding against the floor backward until you laid completely flat on the floor.

Arthur moved with you, laying on top of your body. That’s when you should have known it wasn’t David, but you were so far lost in the moment you didn’t realize this man was wearing a suit and not a superman costume. 

He fucked you into the floor, pounding so hard into you it forced the breath out of your lungs. His breath was quick and ragged, quiet little groans slipping out every now and then. Thank god you didn’t struggle, he couldn’t do that to you, at least, he hoped he wouldn’t. But feeling how perfect you were made him doubt he would have the power to stop himself.

“Oh, yes, yes!” You moaned against the tile, now hot from your body heat. Your cheekbone throbbed and you’d probably have a bruise the next day, but you didn’t give a fuck. You just wanted to be fucked. 

Your orgasm came quick, racking through your body in shudders, your mouth hanging open in awe, your eyes rolled back so far in your head you saw red, it was the best sex you’d ever had and it was only about five minutes.

Arthur bit down into your shoulder, forcing himself fully into you when he came. His cock twitched as he burst inside you and he was unable to keep quiet. He covered your ears with the palms of his hands, squeezing so tight it hurt, and he groaned.

“(Y/N),” He breathed, his hips jerking a few times as he emptied himself inside you. He let out one last shaky breath before sliding off of you, taking a few seconds to catch his breath. 

“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had, baby.” You whispered, rolling onto your back. Your pussy burned blissfully, his cum slowly leaking out of you and onto the floor. You rode out your bliss with closed eyes, barely noticing him stand up and walk out the door. But not before he planted one last kiss on your lips.

Arthur shut the door behind him and gasped, realizing what he had just done. He felt disgusted, awful, horrible, he had to get away. He rushed down the stairs and just when he was about to dart out the door he saw him, David. 

It had to be David, right? He was wearing a Superman costume, you were wearing Wonderwoman, it had to be him. He locked eyes with him for a split second and then he fucking laughed. He couldn’t help it. He’d just fucked his girlfriend in the bathroom and she’d said it was the best she’d ever had, and it wasn’t even him. 

joaquin lookin like a snack;

Don’t mind me. Might just break into a dance. Might go shoot MurRAY Franklin on LIVE TV and give him what he fuckin’ deserves for embarrassing me. Idk.

K IM ACTUALLY RLY SAD

BITCH

can i request some arthur stalking reader content? an obsession gone way too far? sex at a halloween party but she doesnt know its him:?

Of course you can! Getting on it (:

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Ruin It

Arthur Fleck x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR JOKER

Author’s Note: Everyone really liked the first Arthur one I did so I figured I should do another! I really like writing for him :)

Summary: The reader returns to gotham to help Arthur take care of his mom.

Genre: fluff

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You were quiet, sitting with Arthur this evening. His mother, Penny, had known your parents before they had passed away and now with her illness and crippled age you had taken her under your wing as she had taken you under hers. Your parents only knew her after Arthur was about 15, your age then. The two of you had gotten very close in all your years but had lost touch in your 20s when you left Gotham to go to school.

You got a letter from Penny, explaining her weakness and her desperate need to find Arthur friends. You hadn’t spoken to him since high school, just when his condition had begun to get at its worse but a part of you reached for him.

Maybe your head, wanted to rekindle the friendship you had when you were young. But you figured it was probably your heart that put you on that bus to Gotham.

You had just gotten there a week before and had fallen into a steady relationship with Arthur and Penny. You sat next to Arthur, curled up on the couch watching the Murray show while Penny was slowly lulled to sleep.

Murray was laughing about something and Arthur was writing in his joke book about something he had said. You never asked him about the joke book because you figured if he wanted to tell you something about it he would.

One thing about Arthurs laughing that you had picked up on in the week was that he only ever seemed to do it at the worst times. It was only when he was nervous or wanted things to go perfectly or something had made him sad.

Your eyes were trained on the TV when Arthur spoke.

“How was your day?” he asked quietly. He had his job as a clown but you mostly stayed at the house, tending to Pennys needs as best you could. You had some money saved up and lots of days off from your job so you tried to help pitch in when you could about anything.

“It was alright. She slept most of the day, wrote another letter to Thomas Wayne. Other than that it was uneventful. How was yours?” you asked. He shrugged and put his pen in his notebook. He had a meeting with his therapist today.

“She wasn’t much help again. But I’m glad you’re around my mother seems to like it.” You smiled at him.

“It's not a problem I missed you guys. I missed you Arthur,” you said truthfully. You saw him try and hide his blush but he didn’t do it very well.

“I met this girl in the elevator today. She had this little girl with her, her daughter. Why didn’t you had any kids Y/N?” he asked. You shrugged and slung your legs around so they rested on his lap. He smiled at your fuzzy colorful socks.

“I never found anyone nice to me. Its funny you know, my mom used to say that I should have just married you. You were nice to me,” you said, playing with your fingers. He raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes. “Well it's too late now isn’t it? You’ve met your soulmate in the elevator today!” He laughed, a carefree laugh. Rare one in this house.

“I didn’t say she was my soulmate Y/N!” he insisted. You reached forward while sitting up and grabbed on of his hands. You noticed they always seemed to be shaking but tonight they were still. You took his hand with both of yours and rubbed his knuckles.

“Pennys asleep,” you muttered, watching his face and then looking back at his hands. “We should bring her to bed.” He nodded and looked at her.

You kicked your legs to the ground and both of you got up.

“Penny, time for bed,” you whispered. She hummed over the closing song of the Murray show. You took her elbow and Arthur took the other, helping her stand up. One on either side of her you got her to her bedroom where she easily fell back asleep as though she had never been woken.

“Goodnight mother,” Arthur whispered before returning to you and closing the door. You smiled at him while he turned away.

“Do you wanna talk about things your crappy therapist won’t let you?” you asked, leaning against the wall. He shook his head, hair whipping around his face.

“Lets just watch a movie,” he muttered. You followed him back to the living room and he looked at the different things on the channels you had. There weren’t many that you hadn’t seen, plenty of times over. You sat close to each other, his arm over the back of the couch and you leaning against his side.

He put the TV on something you hadn’t seen but was halfway through. You concluded it was a war movie when the guns came out.

“Mother wrote you the letter because I’ve talked about you a lot of times,” he whispered. You looked up at him.

“So my mom wasn’t the only one who thought we were gonna get married one day,” you murmured. He smiled, a toothy grin.

“I always wondered how you got out of this city. The world had been so cruel to me and it took you away and then everything was worse. You’re the only woman I ever thought about enough to love. Other than mother.” You grinned back at him. His eyes looked thoughtful and you got up, clicking the off button on the TV. The room went quiet and you took his hand, standing him up which he obliged to.

Quickly you lead him to the record player and played whatever song was on it, a slow one with a background beat. You took his hands and danced around the room with him, your feet stepping over each other, barely missing one another. He pressed you against his chest as best he could and you softly smiled, dancing around the room.

When the song came to an end your hands had found their way to his shoulders and his had found themselves to your cheeks. He brushed your hair out of your way with his thumb.

“You’re the most gorgeous thing in Gotham.” You blushed and closed the gap between you two, lips pressed against each other. When you broke for air you were both smiling.

“And you are still the only thing in Gotham that I love.” He grinned and until the laughter began and you could see the worry in his eyes as he had to push you away. You waited patiently for him to relax and held your hands in his.

When his laughing stopped he looked like he might cry.

“I’ve ruined it haven’t I?” he whimpered. You shake your head and squeezed his hands.

“Please Arthur. You can’t ruin this with a laugh.”

Good Heart, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Request: Hi, found your blog in the joker tag. Can u write a oneshot where the reader is a badass and stands up for arthur on a train or something? Maybe someone is bullying him and she steps in somehow? Thanks! Warning: Cursing, slight violence Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader A/N: Thank you anon for my first request on this account! I hope you enjoy!

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Nothing disgusted you more than what you were currently witnessing. You’d seen a lot of things in your life, people getting mugged, killed, conned, all the likes. But nothing bothered you more than two guys ganging up on someone weaker than them for no other reason than boredom.

The man was trying to keep quiet, keeping his eyes on the floor while he took the verbal assault. That made you even more upset. He wasn’t even trying to defend himself. He must have been used to it. You watched carefully, ready to step in if it got too much. Maybe you should do it before it got too much. There was no one else on the train anyways, no one but you to come to his aid.

“Is he laughing?” One of the men asked, shoving his friend lightly. “Look at him, he thinks it’s funny.”

“What’s so funny?” His friend countered, sitting down uncomfortably close to their victim. This caused him to burst into laughter, covering his mouth as tears gathered in his eyes. 

A shaking hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a white laminated card. You couldn’t read it from where you were but it peaked your interest even more. You took a step forward and tilted your head to get a better look.

“A condition? Yeah, you looked like the crazy type.” The first man snorted, letting the card drop to the ground. 

You decided to speak up, you’d let it go on way too long. “That’s more than enough.” You used the voice your mother taught you to use with men like them, strong and firm. “Pick that card up and hand it back to him.”

All three were looking at you like you were crazy, but at least they were no longer focused on tormenting the innocent man. 

“I’m sorry, what-”

“I know you heard me.” You maintained eye contact, keeping your face as empty as possible. You’d done this before, but it had only been to defend yourself. Never others. “I’m not going to ask again.”

They tried to put on a show of laughing and rolling their eyes, but it was clear they’d never been stood up to before and they were a little thrown off, maybe even a little nervous.

“Listen, lady,” The taller of the two men reached out to touch your shoulder, giving you the window you needed. In a second you had his arm pinned painfully behind his back, twisting in that perfect way you’d been taught. “What the fuck?” He sputtered, struggling for a moment before giving in to the pain. 

“Give him his card.” You said to the other man who was trying to process what the hell just happened. 

“Give him the fucking card.” He panted in your grasp. 

He dipped down and picked up the laminated card, quickly handing it to the man still sitting on the seats. He looked dumbfounded, gawking up at you with admiration and confusion. 

You decided to have a little more fun with them, twisting his arm to its limit. He cried out, eyes clenched and teeth-gritting. “Apologize.”

“Sorry, Jesus fucking christ.” 

“We’re sorry.”

“Will you let me go now? Fuck!”

You looked at the green-eyed man and raised a brow, smiling at him. “What’s your name?”

“Arthur.” He answered quickly, lips parted in awe at you.

“Should I let him go?” You asked, flipping the hair out of your face that had fallen in your confrontation. 

He didn’t answer immediately, furrowing his brows. He was confused, rightfully so, no one had ever stood up for him before. What did he do to deserve you as a savior? He glanced at the face of the man trapped in your grip, his face red and twisted in pain. As much as he’d like to see them suffer, he answered. “Yeah.” 

You threw the man forward, watching him fall and stumble to his feet. His friend barely checked if he was okay before putting as much distance as he could between himself and you. The train creaked to a stop, the doors opening to release the two men to safety.

Looking back to Arthur you sighed, giving him a tired smile before fixing your hair.

“Where, what,” He wondered if he was dreaming. “Where did you learn,” “Any smart girl in this city should get self-defense training.” You explained, sitting across from him on the worn train seats. “I just went the extra mile and paid for more intense sessions.”

Your mother was the one insisted you go, being the daughter of one of Gotham’s highest-paid magazine publishers had its dangers. People had tried to rob you often, but thanks to your mother they were never successful. Arthur shook his head, still in disbelief. “I don’t understand why you’d do that for me.” His fingers toyed with the card in his hands, flipping it over and rubbing the edges. He was so used to being overlooked that the fact you stood up for him was impossible to understand.

“I would hope anyone with a good heart would do the same. No one deserves to be treated like that.” When the train started moving again your body swayed with the movement before straightening again. “If anyone ever bothers you like that again, give me a call, alright?” You pulled out your notebook, writing down your number. “Anytime, day or night. My mom’s made a name for herself in the city, and needless to say,” You tore the sheet out and handed it to him, your fingers brushing against each other for a few drawn-out moments. “If you have a problem I can handle it.”

Arthur looked down at the perfectly drawn out numbers on the crisp white paper, smiling. “Thank you, really.” A good heart. You were right about that.

You hoped he would call. You’d like to see more of him.