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What about a head cannon for Arthur/Joker when other people make you laugh sksks ;)

This took me like 4 days to write lmao I kept getting stuck so I hope you enjoy this... whatever it is😂

Word count: 903.

Your laugh is Arthur’s favourite sound next to your heartbeat.

There’s nothing he won’t do to hear either of those sounds every single day.

Arthur’s daily goal is to make you smile - that’s a day. A good day is getting you to laugh. A great day is when you do both.

His eyes always flutter shut, eyelashes caressing his cheeks like delicate butterfly wings as he savours the sound, his lips turning upwards at the corners as he sinks into your melodious tone.

Oh, but the sound plays through his mind like a symphony, hours after the sound has faded. It’s his favourite music to listen to and he wants to sink into those refrains and never ever resurface.

Arthur used to live to bring others joy and laughter, but now.. oh, but now he lives to bring that to you.

He lives and loves to make you smile, to make you laugh.

It’s his greatest achievement in every single day, on top of everything else that he does in his life.

So when someone else makes you laugh?

Baby boy’s jealous~.

Arthur savours the sound of your laughter no matter what caused it, and he does still close his eyes to listen to it, but he can’t deny the clenching of his heart.

It should be me making you laugh, Y/N.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s someone on the old television which Penny won in a radio show once or if it’s a friend, a co-worker... Arthur’s gonna feel that pang in his chest.

Oh, but he adores the way your eyes light up when you’re laughing, the way that your smile takes over your whole face, the way that your eyes crinkle at the corners, the way that you laugh with your whole self.

You often turn to him when you’re laughing, wanting to share in this moment with Arthur, in this slight reprieve from the cold and harsh reality which daily plagues you, and Arthur can only stare, enraptured is he by the vision of you full of joy.

If it’s a comedian on one of those old talk shows then Arthur’s most likely smiling with you despite the clenching of his heart.

“They’re so funny!” Your voice is weak through your laughter and Arthur tilts his head to the side as if to say, are they?

Arthur’s silence prompts you to ask what he thinks of them and he can only shrug again. “I don’t think they’re that funny, Y/N.”

You catch the slight pout on his face, the way his eyes were darting from the television screen to your face and back again, his throat convulsing in the beginning stages of a laughing attack.

Your hand stretches out across the minute space between your bodies and you lace your fingers in the gaps between his own.

Your hands fit together like two pieces of a puzzle; you and Arthur were made for each other.

You’re whole and strong people on your own but together do you work just as well; you always face the world hand in hand, for there can be no other way now that you know what life with each other is like.

“Are you jealous, Arthur?”

Straight and to the point would hurt him less and it would make it easier for him to understand the situation.

In many ways were you Arthur’s teacher; he had been socially isolated for most of his life and there was much that he didn’t know.

“No,” A soft rasp, a contemplative drag of his cigarette, “I just... are they funnier than me, Y/N?”

Comedy was a sore spot for Arthur. It was both his strength and his weakness all at the same time.

He always worried that you’d find someone who was more than he could ever be - someone more attractive, someone funnier, someone who could protect you... Arthur always worried that he would be dropped or, worse, to wake up one day and to find out that it had all been inside his head (though, of course, that didn’t make it any less real for him).

You were aware of the fact that you needed to word your next sentence carefully. Comedy was arguably Arthur’s most sensitive subject and as such did you have to treat it with care.

“Arthur, honey... you know how comedy is subjective?” You caught the confusion as it flashed across his face like lightning, “Like how what’s funny for me isn’t funny for you?” You waited for him to nod before you continued, “It’s like that - it doesn’t mean that anyone is funnier or less funny than you. It depends on the audience.” You paused just long enough for your words to sink in and then you said, “No one makes me smile or laugh the way you do though, Arthur. You’re so funny.”

“Re-really?” Arthur’s sharp green eyes seemed to look into you, his fingers squeezing as he gripped at your hand. “Do - do you really think I’m funny?”

You nodded, leaned forward to press a tender kiss to Arthur’s cheek, and as you traced the curve of his jaw with the tip of your nose, you said, “Wanna’ watch with me, Arthur? We can laugh together.”

As it turns out - Arthur has three favourite sounds:

Your laugh

Your heartbeat

And the sound of the two of you laughing together.

Spreading joy and laughter, indeed.

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Arthur Fleck is like super super handsome so I really need a rough, spicy and sweet smut. Reader walks around the house in a long shirt and panties cus it's super comfortable and Arthur keeps imagining this possibly uh ahem touching himself, but yeah smut it's hot and reader is preferably chubby

OMG I do this all the time in the summer so this is a mood. This one is a female reader smut piece but I do have some male!reader x Arthur smut in my inbox too, so keep an eye out for that. I’ll also do some gender neutral smut for our boi too, so there’s hopefully something for everyone.

NSFW. Hidden from those in Safe Mode. Don’t read unless you’re over 18.

Features: protected sex, oral sex (female reader receiving), lots of fluff, aftercare. Some angst sorry I can’t help myself lmao I love angst/smut/fluff all put together.

Contains swearing and mentions of smoking.

This literally took me three hours to write. I started at 7 AM this morning after that smutty dream and now it’s 10:06 AM and I’ve just stopped so please let me know what you think!

Word count: 3, 608 (my longest one yet)

Oh, help you, it was so hot.

The air conditioning in the apartment building hadn’t worked for more than a decade, and those who were responsible for maintaining the building hadn’t so much as glanced at it for just as long. Why would they care? They had new cars every six months and didn’t even live in the fucking city in the first place. The stench of rubbish that littered the overcrowded streets filtered in through the dirty windows of the apartment you shared with Arthur; you had moved in with him some months ago when you realised that your two incomes could be better used split between just one home. Yours. With any luck, you would get out of Gotham quicker that way, with both of you sharing the bills (though you always paid a larger portion without saying anything to Arthur; you both knew you did it, but out of embarrassment did he stay silent. He paid you back in other ways, anyway) and doing half of everything else together.

With no air conditioning and no breeze to aid you in any way, you had had to resort to desperate measures. With an equally suffering Arthur already at work, you had stayed home in one of his long sleeved t-shirts. It came down to your mid-thigh and just covered your bum. You wore underwear, too, and that was it. Nothing else. You were still too hot, but with the windows open you didn’t want to inadvertently flash any pedestrian who happened to glance upwards as they walked past the neglected apartment building. You would have to deal with it the best you could. Thoughts of Arthur always made you feel warm from the inside, so with him in your head it wasn’t too hard to grin and bear even the worst of circumstances.

All day did you stay home, letting your body run on auto pilot while you cleaned the apartment. You hadn’t needed to clean the apartment, you and Arthur did incredibly well keeping it clean given your economical situations, but you also needed something to do; anything to distract you from the way that Arthur’s shirt, baggy on you, was clinging to your damp skin. While you worked, not moving so fast that you made yourself even hotter, you found yourself thinking of Arthur. His intense green eyes hidden underneath those thick, dark eyebrows. The way his eyes glittered with innocent mischief when he told you his newest jokes. The way his hands dangled a cigarette elegantly between them. The way he looked when he danced; his lithe form easily moving to a beat that only he could hear. The way he danced with you with no music playing. The way he kissed you the way a drowning person would hold onto their last breath; desperately and with a sense of urgency which only increased. The way he used his entire hand to trace parts of your body, his fingers gripping at your thighs…

You spent the entire day growing increasingly hot and bothered, flustered by all the memories of things that Arthur had done to you, and even things that you had done together. You so loved loving him. You loved the way he moaned, the way he gasped, the way he murmured his love for you against your skin like a prayer. You loved the way he shifted closer to you in his sleep; even if you went to sleep on separate sides of the bed, you would wake up and he would be clinging to you like a koala; his legs wrapped around you and his nose breathing you in. Arthur loved with his whole being, and you wanted to protect him, love him and keep him safe for the rest of your lives together.

So lost were you in your arousal, which stayed pooled in your panties because despite being an adult, you had no real idea about how to adequately take care of yourself when tensions within you grew high, that you didn’t notice Arthur come home. You didn’t notice the way he dropped his bag in shock at the sight of you laying on the sofa, one leg dangling off the side, the other crooked at an angle and resting against the back of the sofa. Your hair dropped over the edge of the sofa, too, such was the angle of your head… your legs were parted, your eyes were closed and all Arthur could think about was fucking you into the worn springs of that old sofa.

His throat was as dry as the day outside, and he couldn’t help the way he just had to palm himself through his trousers. His resounding guttural groan wrenched you out of your thoughts, and you shot upright, standing up so fast you felt dizzy.

“A-Arthur! Hi!” You walked to his still frozen form to give him a hug, and he melted into your touch, his hands staying high on your back. He kept his hips away from you. It wasn’t your fault that he was aroused, and he wouldn’t force you into anything. Really, the issue wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch you, but rather he inherently felt that he shouldn’t. He didn’t deserve such a gorgeous woman to be waiting for him at home, he didn’t deserve to be able to show you how much he loved you.

Now that he was home with you did you become aware of just how aroused you truly were. You could feel it sticking to your inner thighs and you knew if you didn’t do something soon, you would spend the rest of the afternoon suffering. Would Arthur want to? Truly, he was keeping his eyes firmly planted on your face, his hands high on your body and he kept his lower half angled away from you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he just wasn’t sexually attracted to you. But you did know better. You felt the way his fingers were tightly gripping you as he kept himself in place, kept himself from touching you. You could see the dilation of his pupils, blown wide. You could see Arthur just as you always had, and you couldn’t help the smirk that formed on your face as you moved to nibble upon his neck.

“How was your day, honey?”

Despite the innocence of your words, what you were doing to the column of his neck with your lips and tongue was positively sinful and Arthur found himself having to make a concerted effort to keep himself still.

“I-it was g-good, it was, uhh, so good,” His words faded into a moan as he tipped his head back, allowing you full access to his throat. His Adam’s apple was exposed and you kissed it, sucking gently as your hand came up to thread your fingers through his dark hair, tugging gently at the tangled strands. Arthur whimpered as his hands slid down your body to grip your hips. “Y-Y/N, p-please - “

“It’s okay,” You smiled as you let him go, pressing your lips against his. You kissed him sweetly, letting him feel how much you loved him. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, and Arthur copied you. He was a fast learner, and what he lacked in experience he more than made up for in how passionate his every encounter with you was. “You can touch me. I want you to.”

“No,” Arthur’s voice was so soft you had to strain your ears above the pounding of your heart just to hear him, “If I start I don’t know i-if I’ll be able to - “

“Then don’t,” You cupped his face in your hands and looked him full in the face. You made no attempt to hide anything; your lust, your love, your adoration, your trust and your want. You showed him everything. Eye contact was so important to Arthur because he could read you like a book, and he liked to see you. So many people saw through you, but Arthur could almost gaze into your soul when he looked at you, and you treasured him above all else for it. “Don’t think about it. Don’t worry about anything. Just feel.” To emphasis your point, one of your hands slid down his back to cup his bum, and you squeezed, pushing yourself into him at the same time.

Arthur groaned, as did you, and his head dropped forward to rest in the space between your neck and shoulder. His lips moved to explore your neck, a shaking hand moving the collar of his shirt out of his way so he could better reach the exposed flesh. You shivered, but not because you were cold. No, your every nerve was on fire, and Arthur’s touch left goosebumps in his wake as you desperately sought more contact.

You pulled Arthur’s head up from your neck and pressed your lips to his, kissing him with as much desire as you felt swirling through your heated veins, your blood singing as it pulsed through your body. You walked backwards with him, relying solely on muscle memory to safely get you to the sofa, and you fell backwards, taking Arthur with you. He landed on you easily but you barely felt it; too lost in your arousal to notice the way his sharp pelvic bones were digging into you, the way his elbows were digging into your ribs. You parted your legs and immediately did Arthur make himself at home, a delicious blush on his face. His hair was hanging about his face, some curls sticking to his forehead. It was hot outside. It was one of the hottest days on record and you weren’t helping yourselves, but you didn’t care. You wanted each other, and you wanted it now.

You cupped his face in your hands once more, using your fingers to brush his hair away where it clung to him. Arthur leaned into your touch, looking at you like you were an actual angel. He looked at you the way you felt when you had that first cup of coffee in the morning, and it was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“I love you so fucking much.” You whispered, your voice hushed with awe at the celestial being hovering above you.

It only served to deepen Arthur’s blush and he leant down to kiss you sweetly. “I love you too. You have no idea how much.”

Your lips twitched mischievously and Arthur’s eyes followed the movement. “Show me, then.”

Immediately did his eyes darken and you shivered once more, suddenly aware again of the fact that something was changing in him. You couldn’t deny that you liked the change that you glimpsed in him sometimes, though. He was confident in those moments and aware of what he did to you with a mere look. It was maddening and sometimes did you wish to tap into that new part of him, to see it in all its glory. You had no way of knowing that you wouldn’t have to wait too long at all… all it would take was one bad day for your sweet Arthur to snap and succumb to all that he had spent his life fighting against. You would stay, though, no matter what - you felt an inexplicable connection to Arthur Fleck and all that he was. You had sworn yourself to him. You couldn’t have known how much this promise would be tested and run through the mill just as much as Arthur had, in the future.

“You might regret saying that.” His voice was soft but raspy now.

You shrugged, still smirking. “Is that a promise?” It was a challenge and you both knew it. If anything, it only fuelled the rising flames within your bodies; the room temperature was now as hot as you were both feeling, and it would only be relieved by each other; acting on your lust and love, desire and passions would douse the tensions that were coiled within yourselves.

Arthur dipped his head down towards you once more, lavishing kisses upon your neck. “Off.” He tugged at the shirt you were wearing with a short, sharp tug and you arched your back on purpose, pressing yourself against him as you shed yourself of his shirt.

You felt a single second of insecurity - you had never been fully confident with your soft curves - and Arthur saw it. He had kept his eyes on yours this entire time, and he saw it all.

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.” Arthur shuffled down your body to press kisses all over your stomach. He traced your stretch marks with a single finger and you put your hands over your face to hide the tears. How was this man real? He was the personification of all that was pure and good in this world, and you loved him so much it felt like your heart would burst.

A hand tugged at your wrist and you pulled your hands away from your face. It was a silent, gentle admonishment and you wisely took it for what it was. Arthur was quite sensitive on your behalf and the last time you had ranted to him about the way you felt about your body, he had grown angry on your behalf and had spent the rest of the night showing you how much he loved you; holding you so gently that it had made you cry. Arthur smiled as your eyes were revealed to him, and he saw the tears. He let your wrist go once you lowered your hands. He saw your embarrassment but he also saw your trust, and his smile for once met his eyes as he ducked his head back down to carry on with his actions.

That same finger which had traced your stretch marks reverently was now hooking into the waistband of your panties, which he slid slowly down your legs. You hissed as you were exposed fully to the room - Arthur was fully dressed still and it was unfair - and helped him to shed your underwear from you. They landed somewhere on the floor but neither of you cared where. You had no doubt that you would find them tomorrow in an obscure place, somehow still standing on shaky legs.

You thought you heard Arthur murmur something that sounded like, “I’m so hungry” before he ducked his head down between your legs. His nose was buried against your folds as he lapped at you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. He really went to town on you, and you couldn’t help your hand sliding down your body, your fingers grabbing a handful of his curly hair, your body writhing against him. You made some noises but you weren’t entirely sure, so lost in the feeling of what he was doing to you. Arthur moaned against you. If there was one thing you hadn’t expected from Arthur, it was that he derived just as much pleasure from going down on you, if not more, than you did. He truly enjoyed the feeling of his tongue inside you, of the taste of you. It was enough to drive him crazy in the best way. He would never get enough of you.

You felt that coil of tension in your stomach wind even tighter, and hurriedly did you use your grip on Arthur’s hair to pull him up to face you, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. "Please fuck me. Please.” You sat up to kiss him, tasting yourself on him. It only made you feel even more turned on than you already were. This was the most delicious torture you could think of, pulling him up to sitting with you as you desperately tried to undress him, your hands pawing at his clothes. Arthur huffed a laugh as he stood, undressing quicker than you had ever see him do before; your caring hands steadied him when he almost fell when removing his underwear, doing a funny one legged dance which could have caused him to hit his head on the living room table. Nothing would ruin the mood quite like a concussion.

Arthur laughed again, the sound quick and joyful as he swiftly rolled a condom onto his length and came back down onto the sofa, your legs parting without you even thinking about it. You could feel him lying hot and hard against your inner thigh. Both of you were panting, both of you were sweating both from how hot it was but also from your love, and you took a moment to just look at Arthur. His dark curls, his green eyes… that smile which was currently in the corner of his mouth. His eyebrows seemed to soften as he looked at you, and his eyes were roaming all over your face as he, too, took a moment to just look. You were so in love with each other that it hurt sometimes. But not in a bad way; you knew how lucky you were to be able to feel such a love, never mind actually receiving it in return. If you were less of a cynic, you would even call yourselves soulmates.

“I love you.”

Arthur shifted so that he was pressing against you. He sunk into you so easily, so wet were you, and you groaned together; you kept your eyes on Arthur. He kept looking at you, using his flattened palms to trace your body as he moved within you slowly, galaxies in his eyes and all the love in the world on his face.

“I love you so much,” He panted, leaning down to press kisses to your face, your neck, your chest… anywhere and everywhere did he rain attention down on you.

You hooked your legs around his hips, wanting to drive him even deeper into you, and you played with the curls at the nape of his neck, kissing his neck and shoulders. Sometimes would you gently bite, wanting a taste of that darker part of him that you saw sometimes, and you would soothe the area with your tongue. You found a rhythm that worked for you both pretty easily; you were Arthur’s whole experience and he was a fast learner. He knew your body better than you did, and often just as something occurred to you, would he already be doing it. You were perfect together and unstoppable as a result.

The music that resided within both of your souls quickly reached its crescendo, and with a shuddering moan did the coil within you snap. The feeling of your tight walls clenching around Arthur as you came drove him to his climax, too, and it was with heavy breathing and a feeling of dizziness that you rode out your highs. Arthur pulled out of you slowly and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his heart and eyes full of soft love. He stood carefully, and went quickly to the bathroom, grabbing some flannels to clean you up with.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You smiled. You took one of the flannels from him and washed him over. He had already taken care of the condom, so it was easy for you to look after him as he stood naked before you. He wasn’t just physically naked, but also mentally, too, and it was this vulnerability that you were most interested in protecting. A fragile soul was he.

“No. You were perfect. Are you okay?”

Arthur nodded. “More than.” He smiled a real, genuine smile that spread across his face, taking years of hardship off his face. Your breath caught in your throat and you took the flannel from him, kissing the palm of his hand as you walked to the kitchen to dispose of the evidence of your coupling.

When all was cleaned and you were feeling a little less… ravenous, did you redress and make something light to eat; you had no appetite when it was hot outside, but it was important to refuel your bodies. Arthur smoked, you both ate, and together did you talk the remainder of the evening away, safe in the knowledge that to love and to be loved was one of the greatest treasures on this earth. How lucky you were to find each other.

You made a mental note to wear his shirts more often - if that was his reaction, then it was something you would do every day. You hoped that never would he tire of you, of your body, of what you had together. That darkness in him that was quickly rising could only come to the forefront of his mind one day, and you could only hope that he would still long for you in those unknown future days as he had since the day you had first met when it had been pouring down with rain and you were lost with no idea of where to go to find shelter. He had helped you then, and in return you had been the only light in his dark, cold world. He was your entire world and you would spend the rest of your life proving it to him, over and again, never faltering and never allowing him to doubt how very special he was to you.

To say that you and Arthur Fleck were in love was an understatement. It didn’t matter, though. As long as you both knew the other’s soul was tied to yours, the rest of the world ceased to matter.

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Watch What Happens - Chapter 11

Chapter links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Summary: Arthur, an aspiring comedian, has struggled to find normalcy and compassion his entire life. Y/N, a hard-working paralegal and transplant to Gotham, has just been put on a case for the Wayne Foundation. When they meet, unexpected sparks fly.

Chapter warning: Smut, Swearing

Words: 4,326

A/N: Special thanks to @rommies for beta-ing this!

It had been hard to keep their hands off each other after leaving Kao-Wah. (Especially on the train - those nine stops had comprised the longest ride of his life.) When they’d gotten into Y/N’s building, she seemed to stop trying all together. In the semi-privacy of the elevator, Arthur returned her attentions eagerly, grasping at her sides and hips. At this point, those parts of her were familiar, and he could touch them with some confidence. When the elevator came to a stop, she laughed, grabbed his hand, and led him down the hallway towards her apartment.

Once inside, she closed the door, locked it, and shrugged out of her coat. She pulled him to her, then, and put her arms around his shoulders, boosting herself up on her toes to kiss him fully. Bracing himself against the wall with his right hand, he angled his head, trying to imitate the movements her mouth made.

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Watch What Happens - Chapter 8

Chapter links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Chapter warning: Swearing

Words: 3,835

A/N: Totally self-indulgent, but when Sinatra is mentioned, this is the song I hear playing (though almost any would do): Nice ‘N’ Easy

Also, a big thanks to @harmonioussolve for reading this chapter before I had the courage to post anything!

Arthur paced in front of the door to Y/N’s apartment. His shoulders lifted as he sucked in a deep breath. He couldn’t stop fiddling with the collar buttons of the red sweater he wore (one of the few pieces of clothing he had that fit him properly). A rose was in his hand, one he’d grabbed at a vendor on the way over. He’d gotten it on a lark - women were supposed to like flowers. Now he was on the verge of worrying off the leaves.

It’ll be fine. It’s only Y/N. Only Y/N - what a joke.

Forcing himself to stand still, he slowly raised his hand to trace the apartment number, 4A. Then he swallowed hard and knocked.

“Just a minute!” she called.

At the sound of her voice, he leaned forward to listen to her slight shuffling. As her footsteps brought her nearer, he screwed his eyes shut, trying to calm his pulse. Hearing the sound of the deadbolt being unlocked, he straightened. The door swung open.

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I think you’ve become my new favorite writer ♥️

Home Early

Summary: Y/N has to attend a conference for work. Arthur misses her.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Words: 3,746

A/N: A great request from @sweet-nothings04! This was so much fun to write! Thank you! And a gracious thanks to @ithinkimawriter for beta-ing. Love you, ma’am!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

If you’ve sent me a request and I haven’t responded, it’s because I am working on it and will answer once it’s posted!

A mid-May business trip to Philadelphia was not what Y/N had planned. Phil, her new boss at Dube & Ellis, had decided it was great timing. She’d joined the law firm in April, just when a case involving Daggett Industries, a local chemical and pharmaceutical company, was moving forward. Her investigative skills could help, he told her, but she had to beef up her knowledge of labor statutes. Attending the annual employment and safety regulation conference would be a good opportunity.

The quality of her work being recognized so soon after her hiring pleased her - she’d always taken pride in it. And the idea of Arthur, a man who had never gotten a toe out of Gotham, traveling to a new city with her was charming. They’d be able to visit a historical site or two, explore the streets together, eventually settle at a comedy club so he could make notes. (Pogo’s was a comforting familiarity, but there wasn’t a lot of variety in the comedians.)

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Omg this was amazing 😍

Homemaking

Summary: In the middle of the night, Arthur finds comfort in routine. When Y/N follows, he doesn’t mind at all.

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

Words: 4,640

A/N: This request came from @jokerownsmysoul! She asked me to expand on a paragraph in Ch. 25 of Watch What Happens. Thank you so much! I hope this meets your expectations!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Changing the sheets and pillowcase on the couch at regular intervals. Emptying the ashtrays littered around the apartment. Taking the trash to the dumpster in the alley next to the building. Dusting, dusting, dusting. There’d always been a chore to do in 8J.

Outside of therapy, Arthur rarely mulled over the past, instead putting to use the skills he’d been learning to make the present worthwhile. But when he did, he could recall the moment keeping house had become important to him. More than a task to be completed.

Dinner had been freezer burned chicken nuggets and rice mixed with ketchup. Milk had served as an additional side. His mother had pecked the top of his head and told him to be a good boy. “Happy, I’ll see you in the morning.”

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THIS REQUEST JUST IN: can i pls have a dick sucking fic w goku pls

honestly thank you so much. it’s spicy spicy folks. below the cut is reader giving goku the worship he deserves… with his lil stupid himbo husband self 🥺

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melatonin but with a v.

Summary: Vegeta fucks you back to sleep. It’s that simple.

Rating: E for Explicit

Pairing: Vegeta/Reader

A/N: I apologize that this is even a thing. I had big plans for it and it kinda.. pooped out at the end. I haven’t perfected my Vegeta yet so all my stuff is kinda subpar to what I want it to me. But my pretty little darling, @lilhemmo requested some spicy geets. AND I TRIED. Beware, choking ahead!

P.S. I KEPT MY DADDY KINK OUTTA THIS ONE HAH!

Vegeta’s weight makes the whole bed dip when he crawls into it. Even in deep slumber, your body registers the sinking feeling and you groan at the sensation of his muscled form sliding against your back. He’s told you a hundred times that you should invest in a larger bed — the full size a tad too small — but you refuse to tell him that you love being close to him too much to buy larger.

“Geta?” You question, groggily searching the darkness for his presence.

“Sleep, woman,” he grunts, trying to settle in for the night but you can feel him buzzing.

His body practically vibrates alongside yours, adrenaline coursing still through his veins. It happens sometimes, when the battle is unsatisfactory. When neither him nor Goku are marked the clear winner, and he’s left slinking home to you to sleep the training off. His life aspiration is to be better than Goku or his legacy — Prince of All Saiyans — is meaningless.

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katelinartjoker · 4 years

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His one and only person

I ugly cried while writing this. It starts with angst and ends with fluff (there’s a happy ending, I promise). The idea came to my mind when I saw the new footage of Arthur’s journal. I hope you like it <3

Word count: 4.824

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of suicide and abuse, trauma, insecurities, jealous reader

Summary: You accidentally find something in Arthur’s journal that triggers all your own insecurities. When you talk to him about it, everything is different that it seemed (aaaand I’m back with the bad summaries)

It hadn’t been your intention to pry on Arthur – it had been an accident, at first. You were cleaning your shared apartment one evening as you waited for Arthur to come home from work, and as you made the bed, his journal – which he always kept on his nightstand – fell to the ground. It landed on the carpet with a soft thud, with its pages opened, and the first thing you saw was a postcard with two people at a beach in front of a beautiful red sunset.

You smiled as you took the journal to place it back on the nightstand, smiled at the thought of how Arthur had filled the page with the postcard and his words, probably dreaming about watching the sunset with you – until your eyes locked on the name written above the postcard in Arthur’s unruly handwriting. It wasn’t your name, but someone else’s.

Immediately, you closed the notebook again and sat down on the edge of Arthur’s side of the bed, staring at the wall as you pressed the journal tightly to your chest. You knew that you should put it back on the nightstand and forget about the name, because Arthur trusted you, so much so that he’d never even bothered to hide his journal away from you. Reading it, skimming through the pages, would mean to betray this trust. The strange feeling that had settled in your belly, though, demanded you to reopen it; commanding your actions like a puppet on a string, and your resolve broke.

Hot shame surged through you when you carefully opened the notebook again, sifting through the pages filled with Arthur’s handwriting, his drawings that were as beautiful and haunted as his soul. They were his way to deal with the traumas of his past, the things he’d had to endure his whole life.

You despised yourself for doing this. But this name… you needed to know. Else, you’d go crazy with your own thoughts and insecurities torturing you, your mind making up the worst scenarios as to why there was the name of another person scrawled atop the picture of a romantic sunset. You were sure you’d find a reasonable, ridiculous explanation if you just read the rest, and then you could deal with the guilt for prying on him.

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Arthur is sad that you would even consider the possibility he doesn’t love you, darling. He told me through tarot. I know he loves you very much.

Update: asked him what he wanted me to tell you from him. He gave me Knight of Wands. It’s a card with a vibe that’s kind of like fire, sudden and passionate and filled with inspiration and creativity and sometimes lust. Also, the first definition I got suggested “escape”/“travel”, so I take it to mean that’s what you are to him. You’re his inspiration, his passion, the object of his desire, and you’re also his escape from any pain he might be feeling. Your love empowers him.

I know, the sweet angel 🥺 it was only a passing thought I had, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. Ugh. My mind can be really nasty sometimes, as everyone’s can. OMG I’MMA CRYYYYYY ~ 😭😭😭😭 thank you so much for going to the trouble of doing a tarot for us, it means so much. Arthur is definitely all of those things for me as well; I treasure him immeasurably every single day. You’re such a giving and loving soul and I know that Joker loves you as deeply as you love him!💚

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Have you written any pieces that involve social anxiety? Like Arthur Fleck x reader with social anxiety?

This wasn’t a request, just a general ask, but off the top of my head…

Arthur gets it. He does.

He figured out pretty quickly that you have social anxiety - like recognises like.

As such, he would be super protective of you when you’re in public.

He likes to have his hand in yours anyway, his fingers interlocked with yours and his grip squeezing when someone bumps his shoulder on their way past, not even bothering to turn around to apologise, and Arthur shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath… You rest your head on his upper arm for a moment and his sharp green eyes open again and he’s okay, he’s calm…

He does his best, when he’s out with you, to go around the crowds, taking back alleys and shortcuts that he discovered while doing his Carnival gigs, and to make sure that you’re kept as calm as possible.

But when you do have to go through the crowds, he keeps his hand in yours or his arm around your waist, pulling you in tight.

He’s nervous, too, but he’s kept calm by your hand in his, though he also forgets his own troubles in comforting you.

Arthur frequently checks up on you.

“Are you okay, darling? Wanna go?”

Or hand squeezes.

You’re always his number one priority.

Anything can happen on the grimy streets of Gotham so Arthur is super protective of you from the moment you leave the apartment to the moment you return.

Arthur can’t stomach the idea of anything happening to you, and he gets so nervous when you have to go out. He doesn’t care about him, only about you.

It’s always you.

He’s watching you the entire time, making sure that you tell him the truth.

If you insist you’re fine but you’re very obviously not with all those little tells you have that are unique to you, then Arthur would shake his head and depending on the situation, either take you home right then or do what he can to make you more comfortable.

If you’re in a social situation and someone says or does something which makes you uncomfortable and it’s obvious but the person keeps pushing or doesn’t even seem to realise, Arthur would be indignant and angry, so angry, and he’d tell them to “Back off” or “Y/N said no. Why won’t you listen?” or even “Leave. Y/N. Alone. Why would you say that to them?”

He can, will and does throw punches just to protect you. Of course, he receives even more than he gives so you often end up patching him up.

It all comes from a place of love, misguided though his actions are.

When you’re home, though, Arthur also does his best to help you in any way possible.

Social anxiety can follow you anywhere, so he stays as alert as he can when he’s with you.

If you’re engrossed in something, he’ll make a noise to announce himself and hopes you won’t jump just from this sign he gives you, and you almost always do, so he apologises with a small smile every time.

Sometimes will he randomly ask if you’re okay, and when you say you are and follow up by checking in with him to see if he’s okay, Arthur is beside himself with love and joy.

He’d do anything for you, anything at all.

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You writing poetry on Arthurs body <3

*Arthur was poetry to you. The way he walked, the way he moved. His galaxy eyes which mirrored eternity. When he danced he didnt dance. He was floathing through time and space. Every movement of his body a poem of its own. The way he was touching things. Gentle like a feather. Everything he did was beautiful. Even his darkness was. There was not a part , not a corner of his twisted mind you didnt adored. And no matter how dark his mind got on bad days, he was still an angel of light to you. You would see his light shining, when no one else could. Not even himself. Especially not himself.

*His voice was poetry,too. A lullaby that helped you drift away into a peacful sleep at nigtht. And the first thing you longed to hear in the morning. The softness within his voice whispered against your ear was pure comfort. A lovesong that only existed for you to hear.

*The music inside of him was the most poetic part of them all. You heard it through your eyes when you watched him dance to it. His hands floathing through the air like buttefly wings, his body weightless, his passion for it eternal. He didnt only made those movements. He became them. His whole existence transformed into this beautiful, otherworldly dance and you were there to wittness it.

*Arthur usually danced when he was alone, but he trusted you enough to do it in front of your eyes. And it was just as beautiful and true. It was his most pure way to express himself. To communicate. To feel what truly must have been felt. Dancing was his true language. Poetry was.

*You found poetry in every single one of his body parts. Evertime you covered his body with kisses, words kept popping up in your head. Little love notes. Loving him wasnt silent. Loving him spoke to you. He spoke to you, even if he wasnt saying anything.

*“Sometimes…” you whispered in his ear while you both cuddled up, enterwined into one another “…I wanna take a pen and write poetry all over your body.”

*Arthur smirked. It was a cute smirk. An innocent one but still one that showed how much he enjoyed being adored.

*He placed an open mouth kiss on the corner of your lips “So what is holding you back, darling?” You took a deep breath and smiled while you reached out for the pen. “You wearing your PJs” you replied as you took the waistband of his silky PJ pants between your fingers and pulled it down. Arthur lifted his hips so he could get rid of his pants and underwear. He was already topless, so his naked body was compleately exposed now.

*“Just lie back and relax,Artie. You`re body is going to be my canvas now. My blank page. There is already so much written on it. I will make it visible.”

Arthur layed down on his back and closed his eyes “I want you to read them out loud. The poems. So I can hear your thoughts while you`re writing on me”.

*You took the pen and placed it in the curve of his neck. Reading the poems out loud while you`re writing it would make that experience even more intimate. Writing used to be like a conversation with yourself. Or with the universe. You weren`t sure. But this time it would be telepathy between you and Arthur. When you write, the words are sometimes faster than your mind. Sometimes writing feels like the words just come to you, to tell you something you didnt even knew was there before. You didnt even knew was inside of you. A ghostly touch between you and whatever made you write it.

* You may be the writer but Arthur was the poem. You changed your mind and started somewhere else. “You are my muse” was the first sentence you wrote on him. Right beneath his heart.

“Heart of gold

I hear your little dance

Step.Step.Step.

Like a lullaby

When I place my head

Where you are

To know he exists

Right here with me”

*The corner of his lip twitched. He was smiling.

You had to write very very small letters to make sure everything would fit.

Back to the curve of his neck you wrote:

“Thats where home is

What home smells like

Let me rest my head

And breathe you in

For you to exist within me ”

*You buried your face on the spot right where the letters decorated the curve and took a deep breath. Arthur giggled “Thats was beautiful”.

“YOU are beautiful, Arthur.” Youe eyes wandered all over his exposed body. Oh how beautiful he was. Words would never be enough. What you saw when you looked at him, when he touched you, must have been felt. You wanted to worship him. To worship his essence. His existence. Every aspect of his glorious being.

*You placed the pen on the insides of his arms and thought about how garceful they moved while he danced.

“I wish to be the wind

Between your gentle movements

So I could caress

Your subtile tenderness”

you wrote.

Arthurs eyelid twitched as he smiled. He really liked this idea.

Futher down his wrists.

“Let me hold your wrists

And kiss them

To hold yourself back

From harming yourself

My hands will be the bandaid

And the cure

For you to remember

You`ll never walk alone”

*“If I would open my eyes you could see them watering” Arthurs voice cracked under his whisper.

*Your fingers wandered up and down his biceps

“Arms like a shelter

The only place I can survive

The home that makes me real”

*Now the palm of his hands. You let your fingers re-draw every line before you wrote:

“Being touched by those hands

Is like awakening from a long dark sleep”

You switched to his other hand…

“Feeling those fingertips

Is like being able to connect with my true self again

After an endless episode of depersonalisation”

*You felt Arthurs body shifting under your touch as you let go of his hands again. For a brief moment he opened his eyes to take a look at the last words you wrote. “I don`t know what to say….” his quiet voice so full of love for you.

*“This pen"only speaks the truth” you whispered back as you faced him. The pen re drawing the wrinkles beneath his eyes.:

“Let me become

Tiney enough to lie down

beneath those lines

And let me stumble

Over the last wrinkle

Before I fall to your feet”

The letters became smaller and smaller, but still readable.

* “My face is going to be a poem now” he muttered.

“It always was” you said softly .

Arthur stared into your eyes. The dim light of the lamp made his green eyes look blueish . Looking into them was like witnessing infinity. There was no word worthy of those.

The pen danced right above and under his eyes, where his blue triangles are painted on when he is wearing cown make up.

“A galaxy of it`s own

You looking at me

Makes the world I used to look at from a distance

Clear and undeniable”

*Arthur took a deep breath. It was a breath of satisfaction. The smile wouldnt even leave his face anymore. Your choice of words touched him deeply.

You kissed his smile “Those lips….Arthur….those lips….”

“What`s with my lips?”

“They give me life”

“You are my life” he replied.

The pen was already positioned on his chin.

“Your lips

The essence of my life

Put me between those

And let me exist

Just to feel your breath

Set me on fire”

*Arthur placed his hand on the back of your head to pull you close enough for him to kiss you.

“If you would be tiney enough to fit between my lips” he said “I would eat you up”.

“I would beg you to swallow me whole, Arthur”.

*Kissing him was the most overwhelming feeling you`ve ever known. Arthur was very into it. He kissed with his whole body, not only his lips and tongue. It was a way of making love. So intimate and true.

“I would swallow you and keep you inside of me forever” .

*You knew that this wasnt just love. This wasnt just making love. Even sleeping with him wasnt just making love. It was the highest form of connection between two lost souls who finally found their origin. It was connection with yourself. The other one was your true self. He was yours and you were his. Being enterwined into one another was the only way to feel alive.

*You placed the pen on his forehead

“The world is just a story

Someone made up

Compared to your mind”

Those letters were a little bit bigger than the rest that was already written on his face.

You changed your postion, and lay down on top of him, so you faced his ribcage.

“I`ll find the most vulnerable parts of you

And love you there”

It was just a sentence but you thought it said so much.

Arthur didnt said anything, he didnt wanted to interrupt you beig creative. But his heart grew with every word that had been written on him. He felt that this was exactly what you did for him every day of your life together. Loving all his broken parts. The parts that hurt. The parts that had been damaged so deeply they would never heal compleately. But you made them hurt less. Your love was shining upon his dark parts to make them lighter. Weightless even. Until there was nothing left that could weight him down.

*You let the pen slide across his belly

“Let me be the tremble of your muscles

As I watch you breathe at night

For me to realize life with you isnt just a dream”

*You playced your hand on Arthurs tummy to feel it lifting up and down as he breathes.

Your hand wanders further down

“Kiss

Kiss

Kiss”

you choose to write along his v-line.

*And right above his most intimate body part you stopped to write “Thank you for letting me love you”.

Arthur lifted his eyebrow, a naughty smirk resting on his thin lips.

You placed an open mouth kiss between his legs and you could tell from his reaction that he enjoyed it very much.

*His inner thighs. Oh you wished you could rest your face there forever. It was his weak spot and you loved to give them all the attention .

“My fingers are shaking for you to come closer

being one isnt close enough

For a soul split into two bodies”

*“Y/N?” Arthur opened his eyes

“Yes, darling?”

“I dont think I can wait until my whole body is filled with poetry”

“You dont like it?”

“Are you kidding me? Its too beautiful. I can`t handle it. You….you love me so much. I`m gonna cry.”

*You tease him with the pen between your fingers “But….I just wanted to ask you to turn around…Your back is compleately blank. I have to write one along your shoulder bone. Along your spine…”

*Arthur swallows hard “I told you Y/N. I cannot take it. I swear. The sensation of the pen writing on my skin, hearing you say all these beautiful words. Its all I ever wanted and its so much….and …I think what I feel must be true happiness. Its running through my veins and it goes right to my heart and fills me up with excitement and hope for a better life. Every word you say is for ME. Its the way you think of me and I am just….overwhelmed by it because I love you just as much and I never thought that someone would love me back in return.”

*He changed his position sand layed down on his belly. His back was facing you know. His shoulder bone was the first thing you saw. You drew little hearts along the sharp line of his bone .

“Let me crawl inside of you

I will make the sharpness soft

I want it all

Your black

And white

And greys

And make them a color

which doesnt exist yet

For you to see

That you can be saved

From the dark”

*The letters reached all over his upper back.

The fragility of it never ceased to fascinate you.

*Arthur moved to sit up straight on the bed. He grabbed your wrist a little too tight and threw the pen on the floor “I love you so much. I need to love you now. I need to feel you” .He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue slit into your mouth and he didnt hesitated to take your shirt off. “I know you want to write more” he gasped into your mouth “But….I cant…I cant wait. Please. Let me love you NOW.”

*You ran your fingers through his hair while he kissed your neck.

You both kneed on the bed now, facing each other.

Arthurs lips discovered your collarbones, your chest, your breasts, all the way down to your belly button. It felt like he bathed you in kisses. Every kiss as thoughtful and passionate as the other.

“I`m gonna loeve you like nobody loved you” he sang between the kisses.

“Come rain or come shine”

It was a Sinatra song that was dear to his heart.

“High as a montain, deep as a river.

Come rain or come shine.

I guess when you met me

It was just like one of tose things”

*Oh god! His singing voice!

Kisses!

More kisses!

His soft lips!

All over you!

*“Happy together, unhappy together

And won`t it be fine”

*Arthurs gentle hands pulled your panties down and pushed you gently into the sheets.

His naked, weightless body covering yours as he sang:

*“Days may be cloudy or sunny

We`re in or we out of the money

But I`m with you always

I`m with you rain or shine”

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katelinartjoker · 4 years

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Drawing you in // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: I entertain the idea of Arthur kidnapping me to love me, so I made this piece of creepiness. ^^ It contains mostly Arthur’s thoughts and feelings. He’s off his meds, so his way of thinking is disturbing. Let me if you’d like me to continue this idea. :)

Summary: Arthur loves you. He’s obsessed with you. After stalking you for some time and making a few conversations, he kidnapped you to his apartment. Into his bed to be more precisely.

Contains: Kidnapping, soft smut, unconscious reader

Word count: 1641

This was way too easy to be real. Too real to be easy and yet… He managed to succeed. The plan he hadn’t even thought through was accomplished somehow. It was funny how he’d just improvised the whole thing until you both had ended up here, in his old tiny apartment.

Kidnapping you from your work after your shift had ended had been easy.

The sheets were tugged up to cover your body. Your head laid peacefully on a pillow. He made sure you wouldn’t get cold over the night, even though he was going to join you soon and cling his slim body to yours, giving you some of his warmth. He wanted you to feel as comfortable as you could.

He didn’t know which side of the bed you preferred, but he figured you’d be on the left side and he on the right.

God, you looked so pretty being so deep in your sleep. He could take a picture of your face if he’d had a camera and kept that picture always with him as his favorite one. But since he couldn’t afford to have a camera, he thought he’d just draw you in his journal. He’d already had many little drawings and doodles of you in there, most he’d drawn in hurry, because you’d been always on move and he’d had to follow you everywhere you’d gone, being very careful about it so you wouldn’t notice him. His drawings weren’t perfect and couldn’t show the real beauty you possessed. He wished he could draw more realistic and just better than he did. But people said that practice makes perfect, so maybe with a little practice tonight he’d do better work and your beauty would surface on a paper. This time he had you here for himself, in his bed, until you woke up (or until you disappeared as any other illusions he had), so he had the time he needed (or at least he hoped so).

His took his worn out journal and grabbed a pencil between his teeth. His fingers gently touched your cheeks and brushed the strand of your Y/H/C hair off your face. Reaching the line of your perfectly shaped jaw, he slid the back of his fingers along the line until he stopped on your chin. He looked at your parted lips and admired how kissable they looked. He moved his thumb over your lower lip. For a moment he hesitated, he realized he really didn’t need a pencil or a paper to draw you. He could draw you in reality, simple by touching you. He could make your shape eternalize, form you into this bed, ground you here with him in this moment forever.

He hummed and smiled, his crooked teeth peering out of his mouth. He put away his journal and pen and leaned over to place a soft kiss to your temple. He was tempted to kiss you all over your face, taste your skin, kiss your lips and slid his tongue over your neck. It made him wonder… He’d never had girlfriend before, he’d never had someone that he could be with and a chance to share himself with someone else. Instead he had so many wishes, needs and fantasies waiting to become true, and now finally he had a chance to execute some of them. He was almost paralyzed with open opportunities that laid underneath the sheets.

He stood up. His hand placed on his chest, sliding slowly down over his red sweater. He had to feel himself now to know he was real. To know that It was real. He had to touch you too. Just in case. He knew you wouldn’t mind.

He moved around the bed to get to his side. His knees felt weak, like he was stomping on clouds that were lifting him up to the sky. Lifting his body and soul higher and higher so he could finally feel something amazing, something exciting and breathtaking.

He wondered if he should keep his sweater on. He’d usually sleep with clothes on to warm himself up. Having something touching his body, feeling some friction against his skin… It made him feel less cold. It supposed to be that way, though it barely worked like that, cause he was almost always cold, regardless the temperature that was in the apartment. He figured it was because the cold he felt was coming from the inside, not from the outside.

Being lonely made him cold.

He grabbed the edge of his red sweater and took it off, folded it and put it back in a wardrobe. After a short consideration, he did the same with his pants, leaving himself with only his white boxers on. Then he came back to the bed and lifted the sheets up, crawling next to you. He still needed to feel, needed a touch and a warmth. But with his clothes on, he wouldn’t feel you. And it’s you that he needed tonight.

He moved closer to you, as close as he physically could, pressing his naked chest against your back. He wrapped his arm around you, inserted his palm under your ribs, pulling you even closer to him. His face buried into your neck, his legs touching yours, lips distended as he put a few kisses on the crook of your neck. It felt real, it felt so real, it was almost scary. He finally had you in his arms, had all of you for his use, and he wanted to keep you like that for the rest of his life… Or at least the rest of the night. He wasn’t sure how the things would go in the morning when you woke up and realized where you were. He wasn’t sure if you wanted to stay for breakfast that he would prepare for you. He figured you liked pancakes at breakfast. But he was sure that these several hours would be the best moments in his lonely, cold life. Even if things went totally wrong and he crept you out, he would have this moment in his head forever.

But he wished, he really, really wished that you would accept him after all. Despite what he had done to you earlier this evening.

He could smell your hair and they smelled exactly like the shampoo he’d seen you buying. He had bought one for himself too just to know how your hair smelled.

You skin felt soft and smooth as he slid his hand under your shirt and caressed you with his fingers, drawing your ribs until he accidentally touched your boob. His eyelashes fluttered and he felt his cheeks going red. He didn’t mean to touch your breast. He wanted to, he wanted to touch all of you, but he tried not to go too far since you were sleeping deeply, due to the amount of sleeping pills he’d given you.

He would touch you in the morning, he figured.

He closed his eyes and absorbed your warmth. Your warm body was so comfortable that he felt like he was melting into you. Like he was wrapping very warm, very soft and perfectly shaped to fit to his body blanket. His favorite blanket.

He tried not to think too much about your body in a sexual way, though it wasn’t easy as you were pressed to him and there was only some piece of fabric that separates your sensitive parts. Not thinking about how it would be to slip inside of you, feel your walls around him, to be even closer to you, was impossible. He longed to make love to you, to be intimate with you, to see your naked body wriggling underneath him, to know what you like in bed, so he could make you feel real good and excited until you cum for him. Oh, how wonderful it would be to see you coming undone for him.

He was hungry and untouched, unloved and with a big desire to love you with all of he had. His dick twitched inside his underwear in response as he brought back his hand to your boobs and found your nipple. He gently rubbed it with his fingers and pressed his lips onto your neck. His member grew hard and he couldn’t help but pressed it against your ass to release some tension. This was going to be harder than he’d thought to just cuddle with you without any sexual thoughts. He wanted to just hug you, but his primal needs told him to do something more.

He sighed reminding himself to wait till the morning and closed his eyes, focusing on the darkness before his eyelids. He thought about having breakfast with you, making love to you and dancing with you in the morning lights. The music in his head started playing, choosing the perfect song for you. About you. He thought about putting it on play later after you woke up, so you would know what a pretty precious doll you were.

He smiled as he thought about kissing your lips, telling you good morning. He felt good, more than good, he felt warm snugging with you, and that was the best feeling ever.

He knew you would feel it too. Maybe not tomorrow morning, cause you’d be too freaked out, but after some days of being with him when you’d get more comfortable, you’d finally feel the same warmth. He’d make sure you would.

He only hoped that you’d give him a chance and wouldn’t ran away from his arms. That you wouldn’t be angry at him for drawing you in here.

For drawing you.

You were too sweet and your body was too comfortable for him to let you escape.

He would try to keep his mind away from falling asleep tonight. Just in case.

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What about a head cannon for Arthur/Joker when other people make you laugh sksks ;)

This took me like 4 days to write lmao I kept getting stuck so I hope you enjoy this... whatever it is😂

Word count: 903.

Your laugh is Arthur’s favourite sound next to your heartbeat.

There’s nothing he won’t do to hear either of those sounds every single day.

Arthur’s daily goal is to make you smile - that’s a day. A good day is getting you to laugh. A great day is when you do both.

His eyes always flutter shut, eyelashes caressing his cheeks like delicate butterfly wings as he savours the sound, his lips turning upwards at the corners as he sinks into your melodious tone.

Oh, but the sound plays through his mind like a symphony, hours after the sound has faded. It’s his favourite music to listen to and he wants to sink into those refrains and never ever resurface.

Arthur used to live to bring others joy and laughter, but now.. oh, but now he lives to bring that to you.

He lives and loves to make you smile, to make you laugh.

It’s his greatest achievement in every single day, on top of everything else that he does in his life.

So when someone else makes you laugh?

Baby boy’s jealous~.

Arthur savours the sound of your laughter no matter what caused it, and he does still close his eyes to listen to it, but he can’t deny the clenching of his heart.

It should be me making you laugh, Y/N.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s someone on the old television which Penny won in a radio show once or if it’s a friend, a co-worker... Arthur’s gonna feel that pang in his chest.

If it’s a comedian on one of those old talk shows then Arthur’s most likely smiling with you despite the clenching of his heart.

“They’re so funny!” Your voice is weak through your laughter and Arthur tilts his head to the side as if to say, are they?

Arthur’s silence prompts you to ask what he thinks of them and he can only shrug again. “I don’t think they’re that funny, Y/N.”

You catch the slight pout on his face, the way his eyes were darting from the television screen to your face and back again, his throat convulsing in the beginning stages of a laughing attack.

Your hand stretches out across the minute space between your bodies and you lace your fingers in the gaps between his own.

Your hands fit together like two pieces of a puzzle; you and Arthur were made for each other.

“Are you jealous, Arthur?”

Straight and to the point would hurt him less and it would make it easier for him to understand the situation.

In many ways were you Arthur’s teacher; he had been socially isolated for most of his life and there was much that he didn’t know.

“No,” A soft rasp, a contemplative drag of his cigarette, “I just... are they funnier than me, Y/N?”

Comedy was a sore spot for Arthur. It was both his strength and his weakness all at the same time.

You were aware of the fact that you needed to word your next sentence carefully. Comedy was arguably Arthur’s most sensitive subject and as such did you have to treat it with care.

“Re-really?” Arthur’s sharp green eyes seemed to look into you, his fingers squeezing as he gripped at your hand. “Do - do you really think I’m funny?”

As it turns out - Arthur has three favourite sounds:

Your laugh

Your heartbeat

And the sound of the two of you laughing together.

Spreading joy and laughter, indeed.

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