Arthur X Reader Where Ur Godzilla

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Cranberry Vodka, Arthur Fleck x Reader

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

Warnings: Cursing, drinking.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took a few rings, but he picked up. 

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

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

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

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

“Uh, fine. It was fine.” 

“Are you busy? Or anything?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arthur fucking froze. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey baby, I’m home!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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