Can’t Stop Thinking About The Joker Movie, Neither Can I Stop Drawing This Guy

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Harley, please take pity on Arthur, otherwise everyone offends him😢

MY BABY 💕💕

I write for:

These are the people and fandoms I write for! I do x readers, but can do ships if you'd like!

Joker (2019)

Halloween

Supernatural

Game of Thrones

Red Dead Redemption

Stranger Things

American Horror Story

Dexter

Leonardo DiCaprio

Joaquin Phoenix

Sasha Grey

Jennifer Tilly

Baby Firefly

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

OH MY GOSHHH!!

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

This is the best thing Ive ever listened to

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. 

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

This joker asmr video is just way too good