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niragisqueenofhearts · 3 months ago

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~Lured to the music.~

Arthur Fleck (Joker) x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+‼️MINORS DNI‼️ nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, semi public sex, brief mention of violence, drinking, smoking (cigarettes)

Word count: (rechecking...)

A/N: Just a cute little dabble i thought of last night. I’ve been obsessing over Joaquin and his characters lately so i thought why not add him to the roster. I’m not the type to add music to fanfiction but two songs i listened to helped inspired this- I’ve got it bad and that ain’t good by The Oscar Peterson trio and If i tell you I love you by Melody Margot. Do with that information what you will.

More fanfics to come!

Enjoy!

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This was it, everything Arthur has ever dreamed of was finally happening tonight.

Tonight, he was going to be on the Murray Franklin show.

He strutted down the streets in a red suit, complimented with a green dress shirt, orange vest, a face of clown makeup and a head full of green locks to top it all off. He hummed a melody to himself as he made his way down the sidewalk, taking brief moments to dance and bask in his own glory as he passed by the many windows, each with their respective people inside looking over at him. They were all staring up at him like they had never seen anyone like him before. He smiled, waved, even blew kisses as he basked in his glory.

Arthur's actions soon came to a halt as a sound caught his attention. Down this very small driveway like a path, he could hear the faint sound of a piano playing. A soothing jazz melody wisped through the air and into Arthur's ears, his curiosity peaked, and he'd decided that he needed to find out where it was coming from. Sure, he had somewhere to go, but a little detour never killed anybody, right?...

Arthur followed the music, the notes getting louder with each minute as he searched for the source, and very soon he found it. The music led him to this scenic hideaway. He looked through the windows to see the space filled with the regular white collared joes, all enjoying a drink as they spoke to each other. Arthur hated these guys, the ones who had it easy, the ones who used mommy and daddy's money to fuel their own selfish lives while people like him died in the dirt. No, Arthur would not stand it. Not anymore. Tonight was a night when the world would be set straight, to get him and others like him justice - one way or another.

Arthur pushed open the glass door that stood before him and ventured in. The smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat greeted him immediately. The music had a hold on him and was pulling him closer. The workers around him all took brief glances at him, the usual side eye, furrowed brows and judgement passed all around him, Arthur didn't care, he just wanted the music. The bar seemed like something out of an old mafia movie, it was dimly lit with lamps in the corners.

The bar sat to the left of the area, it's counter lined with the same copy and paste guy wearing the usual black trousers and white button-down shirt. Further down to the back was a stage where the band sat. The gentleman that sat on the piano looked at his instrument with such love as his fingers plucked the strings so diligently. Arthur smiled, swaying his body gently to the melody that danced around him, getting lost to its beauty.

He did a quick spin and as he stopped, there you were. Like the other men you were wearing the matching attire, except a skirt, black pumps and pantyhose. You sat on the stool with a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Your eyes were closed as you swayed with the music's melody, taking the occasional sip of your drink or a drag of your cigarette. Soon you gave up on nursing the drink and just gulped it back in one swipe before placing the glass onto the small table next to you. Must've been a pretty hard day at work. Arthur wondered what you did for work. Probably some type of accounting or something.

Suddenly the piano stopped, the quiet rustling of things filled the room before a quiet "Two, three, four." count. Then the next song began to play, this one was more upbeat, with lyrics of the inadequacies of words and the depth to feelings to prove of love. You took one last drag of your cigarette before stubbing it out into the ashtray next to your glass and rising from your seat. You wanted to dance. You stumbled slightly as you walked away towards the dance floor but managed to keep the rhythm as you made your way onto the dance floor. Arthur grinned at your clumsiness as he watched you, clearly, you've had a bit more than just the one scotch he saw you nestling on.

It all seemed to change once your heels clicked onto the tile floor. The music took over, like a marionette puppet and you begin to twist, and turn and sway with the music that poured in. Arthur watched you like a hawk, even stepping away slightly to adore the full body vision before him. The passion in your body, the anger, the love in every move and gesture. It was all so real. The song seemed to come alive. Like a siren leading a sailor to the slaughter, you enticed and tantalized those around you and a death Arthur welcomed.

Slowly he made his way toward you, watching your body as he mirrored your rhythm with his, and that's when it happened. A single graze of fingers across you looked and gazed upon the clown that stood less than an arm’s length away from you. Maybe it was because you had a few to drink, maybe it was because you didn't care, but there was something about this clown that intrigued you. Something in his eyes, or maybe his outfit or maybe it's the fact that you haven't seen somebody like him before. Whatever it was, you let the magic of this person fill you, he pulled your soul from its cage, leaving you feeling free and wild.

Arthur gently took his hand in yours, in a swift motion he spun you to face him, his other arm snaked around your waist. The two of you stood there just for a moment. He was waiting, waiting for you to do something. Scream, push him away and call him a creep, but you didn't. Instead, you brought your other arm around his neck, and now began this tango of your own making. The two of you moved like dancing figures in a choreographed routine. Now you were no professional dancer, and neither was Arthur, but the two of you together danced like how the ocean flowed. Your intricate footwork like you had rehearsed, the way he pressed you against him, how you both molded perfectly together, and how you both held on for dear life to each other. There was nothing in the world but you two. And it felt so good to have someone so beautiful at your side.

At a point in the dance, he'd release your hand and let his fall to your hip. You'd let your now free hand rest upon the back of his neck, softly playing with his waved ends. The two of you were so close, you could feel his heartbeat against your skin. Your eyes never once left his. In just that moment you both were connected, spiritually, emotionally, physically. As the last seconds of the song played, he dipped you before bringing you back up to him. He leaned closer into you, your noses grazing together as you both fought the urge to just kiss right then and there.

"You're a good dancer." You finally spoke.

"I know." He responded, a smirk beginning to creep on his face.

He held you until you balanced, then finally released your hips. Your body ached for his touch but neither of you made any move to leave.

"What's your name?" you asked, as you stared into the blue depths of his eyes.

"Arthur." He answered quietly. He gave on last polite smile before turning and walking over to the door.

You couldn't just leave it there surely, so you began to follow him. You walked as carefully as you could through the crowd before stumbling on your heel and tripping into two gentlemen, who had now spilled their drinks onto each other.

"Fuck!" One cursed while the other groaned and turned to face you. You stepped back slowly, your hands on your agape mouth.

"I am so sorry." You exclaimed as you looked between the two, a hand over your forehead.

"Jesus Christ, could you have been a little more careful?"

"This stain is never going to come out!"

One by one, the men berated you for a simple accident. You didn't really care about their feelings, you just wanted to speed this up to catch the clown about to leave.

"I'll buy you another drink-"

"Oh, so you can spill it on us again? Jesus what is wrong with you?" One of the men interrupted as he grabbed napkins to clean himself and his colleague off.

"I'm sorry." You said again as you attempted to head toward the door, unfortunately, one of the men grabbed your arm.

"No sweetheart, you need to take care of this. This is a very expensive shirt that you ruined."

"Just send me the bill." You grimaced at the touch of the man as you tried to pull away from him.

"Oh honey, I think it's going to take more than that." The man spoke condescendingly.

You've seen this before all the time. Men not taking you seriously in the working world of corporate. Men who objectified and sexualized you, who thought you were some sort of toy to be used and thrown away, people who thought they were better than everyone else.

"Get off of me!" You shouted as you made another attempt to release yourself from the brute. And just when you thought things we're getting bad, a single punch hit the man that held you captive and he fell to the ground almost instantly. The other gentleman raised his fists, prepared to fight which was interrupted by the cocking of a gun and the barrel aimed in his face.

He slowly unclenched his fists and held his hands up in mercy as he lowered himself onto the seat. "Woah man."

Soon another witness caught sight of the weapon and that's when hell broke loose.

"Gun!" Yelled a voice and soon the entire crowd, including the band members and bartenders all ducked down for cover. You looked up at the armed assailant to see the same clown face you’d known from before. Arthur came back.

He took your hand in his, and with the gun still held tightly in his other hand, he dragged you out of the bar, and started running.

As Arthur pondered where you two were going to go to hide from any potential police on their way, you were more surprised with the fact that you were able to keep up with Arthur while wearing stilettos. The sound of sirens in the distance caught your attention and then you both really started to panic.

Arthur found a shortcut which landed y'all in an alley behind a vacant building that used to be a restaurant. You both ducked behind some wooden boxes and crates that sat there as a police car drove past, coming back out from the cover once the coast was clear.

You panted as you tried to regain your breath, the adrenaline was pumping though your veins and you couldn't stop shaking from both fear and excitement. You leaned against the stack of boxes behind you. "Holy shit."

You hadn't noticed the way Arthur looking you, his eyes roamed you from top to bottom, his gaze travelling from head to toe and back again in wonderment and awe. He licked his lips as he stared you down like he'd been stranded in the dessert for days, and you were a bottle of water. Boy was he thirsty...

He inched closer to you, closing the space between you too. You noticed this, finally looking up at him and your breath hitched as he stood just a breath or two away from you. He placed a hand on the boxes, holding himself up as he leaned into you. His heavy breathing caressed your lips and made you shudder ever so slightly. Your heart was racing at the mere proximity. Your blood rushed to your cheeks, and you could feel yourself growing hot under his intense stare. He took one more good look at you before finally crashing his lips against yours. At first you were startled by his sudden boldness, but after just a second, you embraced his embrace, returning his embrace.

The kiss started slowly, soft but firm. Slowly, your tongues began to duel with each other as Arthur took control and gently pushed you backwards into the boxes and crates behind you. You moaned as he nibbled your bottom lip.

You brought your hand to cup his cheek and the other to snake around his neck. He followed suit, wrapping a hand around your waist and the other making way to the back of your thighs, beginning to gather your skirt above your knees. His fingertips grazed your skin lightly, leaving trails of heat in their path. You gripped tightly onto him for dear life, trying desperately to make this as perfect as it could be. You gasp as you felt his nails dig into your soft flesh before running his palm over it, soothing the ache. In a swift motion, he lifted you onto the stack of crates. You helped him, removing the hand from his neck to pull your skirt up further. The sound of the unbuckling of his belt soon followed.

He pulled away from the kiss leaving you breathless. You watched as he loosened his pants completely, finally reaching into his underwear and pulling out his more than eager member. For a guy as skinny as Arthur, he sure was very well endowed. You reached between your thighs and pulled your panties to the side, you were ready for him, you needed him.

He placed one hand on the small of your back bringing you towards him as he guided himself to your entrance. You shivered as he slipped inside of you, feeling the tip of his sex stretching you open for him, then the rest of his length followed.

You exhaled a sharp breath as he bottomed into you, holding onto his waist. You stayed there for a moment, Arthur relished the feeling of your wet heat engulfing into him, then he pulled back and delivered a hard thrust making you gasp, then another, then another and another....

Each thrust Arthur delivered, you met with them every time, thrusting your hips towards him. He'd release the crates and wrap both arms around you, one tightly around your waist and the other around your back, his hand gripping the base of your neck as he brought you closer to him. He picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and harder and faster until the sounds of your pleasure filled the quiet night air. You gripped onto his shoulders as the crates rocked with the fervor. Arthur's quite moans and grunts of pleasure filled your ears as yours filled, his strong fingers digging into your flesh were bound to leave bruises.

It wasn't long before you felt that familiar pool of heat beginning to fill your loins, you were close and so was Arthur. He pressed himself fully within you, causing your walls to wrap tighter around him.

You both continued to move with a frenzy, both of you losing control. Both of you moaned out in unison, as you'd finally approached your climax. It felt like hours had passed and yet it wasn’t nearly enough time at the same time. You threw your head back as your orgasm ripped through you, shudders and shivers ran through your spine. Arthur held onto you tighter than ever as he grinded his hips into you, filling you with every drop of essence spilled into you.

The both of you huffed into the air as you recollected yourself from such a powerful orgasm, your chests heaved with each breath you took. Arthur pulled out of you completely, and readjusted himself, placing his cock back in his pants and zipping it up. He smiled softly at the state of you as he helped you readjust yourself, pulling your skirt back down to its respective length and helping you back onto your feet. You were disheveled, your lips painted with the red paint he wore on his face, and your hair a mess from how much sweat and exertion you put forth, and it was all because of him...

He cupped your face before bringing you back into another hard kiss, imprinting the color once more before pulling away with a gleeful smile. "Enjoy the show." Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion to his words. What did he mean? Enjoy the show? That was a weird comment if there ever was one.

It was all he said before he went on his way, pulling a cigarette out of his coat and striking a flame on the end of it.

You took one more deep breath as you can feel the emptiness around you now that he was gone. You shook the feeling as you noticed how late it was getting; you'd better hurry up before protest became more riley.

On your walk home, you caught glimpse of yourself in a window, catching the red paint that stained your face. With your sleeve, you rubbed yourself raw, even spitting onto the fabric to be sure you got every trace of it off. God forbid your roommate caught that when you got home, that'd be a very awkward conversation to have.

"Hey, I'm home." You announced yourself as you entered your apartment, your roommate Marcelle sat on the couch watching tv. She turned to look at you.

"Hey, oh... Are you okay?" She asked, her brows furrowing in concern.

"Yeah..." You answered. "Why?"

"You look really flushed, are you getting sick?"

Your eyes widened at her comment, if only she knew the events that occurred earlier.

"No, I'm fine. Had to walk past some guys fighting because of the protest hubbub, it's got me a bit shaken up." You lied to her.

She shook her head in disbelief as she took her gaze back to the television. "People are just crazy these days..."

You chuckled. "Yeah."

You made your way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, disappointed to see the lack of sustenance that sat inside.

"Don't worry about dinner, I ordered a pizza." Marcelle spoke loudly from the living room.

"I love you." You responded as you made your way toward the couch.

"I know." Marcelle smiled. "Come, watch something with me." She patted the seat next to her on the couch. You accepted taking the seat.

"Okay... What are we watching?"

"The Murray Franklin show."

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circusdexxter · 1 year ago

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I highly doubt anyone is gonna see this, but I read an Arthur fleck x reader (I don’t remember if it was gn, male, or fem reader) fic recently, where the reader comes home and searches for arthur, and ends up finding him in the fridge. I CANT find it, and I don’t remember the author 😭😭 If anyone can help me out and knows who the author is, please send me a message, I’d appreciate it so much.

#arthur fleck #joker 2019 #Arthur fleck x reader #Arthur fleck x male reader #joker x reader #joaquin phoenix #please help #joker x male reader #fanfic #angst

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snazzynacho · 6 months ago

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SnazzyNacho’s Masterlist!

Basically a list of all my fanfics etc :) I write predominantly female oc’s/readers.

Last updated: 4th Feb 2025

Requests: Closed

Asks open!

I do NOT consent to my work being copied or reposted anywhere.

If you want to find me elsewhere, I am on ao3 & Wattpad (same username.)

Key:

✅ = completed

WIP = work in progress/unfinished yet

✍️ = currently working on

❓= on hold

🚫= abandoned

🔞= smut/dark themes (check tags)

GLADIATOR II:

Sick Side - pt. 1, 2/? — Florentia is betrothed to Geta, but Caracalla is dangerously obsessed with her. 18+ WIP 🔞✍️

Geta:

Emperor of Time - 1, 2/? - Emperor Publius Septimius Geta somehow time travels to the future. With no way home and no idea how he ended up in a random woman’s living room in—he later works out to be—modern-day Britannia, he is forced to adjust as well as he can. And, maybe the woman talking a funny-sounding-gibberish-language to him, might not be all that bad…The gods have plucked him from his wealthy imperial-born path and plunged him deep into the unknown—a time of the modern world. Will he accept this fate or brutally shove it back into their mocking faces? #emperoroftime WIP✍️

Bloodthirsty Demon - You and your husband Geta get worked up over a bloody gladiatorial fight. Geta is engrossed by your bloodthirstyness. (Oh, and Caracalla’s there too, being cute hehe.) (pre-gladiator II I guess.)✅🔞

The Gladiatrix - (WIP)

A Blessing or a Curse - (WIP)

Caracalla:

None yet.

Marcus Acacius:

None yet.

Lucius:

None yet.

Commodus:

None yet

The Fantastic Four: First Steps: (2025)

Johnny Storm:

None yet.

The White Lotus:

Quinn Mossbacher:

In Common: (chapters 1/?) Aleena notices a boy around her age stuck on a level in a game she's played. She offers her help, and a lovely friendship turned romance blossoms between them. WIP

Fear Street Part One 1994:

Simon Kalivoda:

None yet.

LOTR:

Aragorn:

Where Fairies Wander - Aragorn x fem!fairy!OC (WIP, on hold) ❓

The Hobbit:

Thorin Oakenshield:

Snapdragon & Co. - (chapters 3/?) mainly a Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!fairy!elf!OC (on hold)❓

Fili Durin:

Falling Behind - Fili x gn!fairy!reader: the reader is staying in Mirkwood and goes to investigate why the dwarves are imprisoned only to try and cheer up a grumpy Fili. Much to the reader’s surprise his grumpyness is to do with them! (WIP)

The Hunger Games trilogy:

Finnick Odair:

Eternal Blue - In which two former child victors are forced into the Hunger Games to fight. Each other, this time.❓

The Mermaid Mutt - As Finnick and the other previous Victors know, a Quarter Quell is much different from an average Hunger Games, and this year Snow has plans for a new type of Mutt to stir things up.❓

Joker (2019):

Arthur Fleck:

Love You - You’re experiencing chronic pain but your partner, Arthur, is here for you. WIP✍️

One Piece/OPLA:

Sun and Moon - (Chapters 2/?) Sanji x afab!OC (and a lil bit of OC x Buggy, & possible Nami x oc) In which twin sisters Nadja and Relia, who are running from the Marines and chasing adventure, bump into a lying young man, an annoying clown and a group with a straw-hat-wearing boy for a leader. Thus chaos ensues.❓

Yellowjackets (showtime):

Jackie Taylor:

None yet

The Umbrella Academy:

Diego Hargreeves:

Haven - (chapters 1/?) Beth meets Diego in a sketchy alley. He is beating someone up and she happens to be nearby. She asks if he needs any help. He seems to say no, but she sticks around for some reason anyway. She ends up saving him from a night at the police station and for that he’ll forever be in debt. Join her on an adventure of discovering superpowers, time travel and a family’s messy dynamic she didn’t know was living right under her nose. ❓

Dad Diego headcanons ✅

The Band Ghost:

None yet.

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin:

Princess - (chapters 1/?) in which the posh girl and the chav fall in love. Closed-off and un-admittedly stuck-up Gwendolyn Winslet is one of ten candidates training to be chosen for the open place at Kingsman. If she passes she will become a Kingsman, or rather, Kingslady. One person in particular - who on paper does not belong there - catches her attention, for better or for worse? ❓

Peter Pan (2003):

Wendy-Bird - it’s the night before Wendy’s 18th birthday but she doesn’t want to grow up because that means she truly won’t ever be able to see Peter again and she'll be forced to marry a horrid man. So, in the dead of night, she steps up onto her window ledge and steps off of it. Before she expects to hit the ground, she feels herself stop mid-air and a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“Wendy Darling, what are you doing jumping out of a window?” a familiar voice whispers into her ear. ❓

RPF:

Bojan Cvjetićanin:

Behind Closed Doors - (Chapters 3/?) You are one of Käärijä's dancers for Eurovision 2023 and Bojan can't keep his eyes off of you. Meanwhile, you deal with conflicting feelings between him and your best friend Käärijä... ❓🚫

Wrong Number - (chapters 2/?) In which a woman accidentally texts the wrong number, and it might be the best mistake she's ever made: On the day of the 2023 Eurovision semi-final, which Poppy is attending, she excitedly sends a text to her sister, Clover, — a selfie of her standing outside the venue. Little does she know she hadn't actually sent it to her sister... ❓

#masterlist #snazzynacho masterlist #joker out #tua #Diego Hargreeves #the hobbit #Thorin fanfic #thorin oakenshield #fanfics #gladiator ii #gladiator 2 #gladiator ii fanfiction #emperor geta fanfic #emperor geta x female reader

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rawiswhore · 5 years ago

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Arthur Fleck x Fem Reader- “Good Morning Sunshine”

You woke up wrapped in Arthur's arms, laying your head on his shoulder, your torso sitting and laying across and on top of his torso and legs.

The room the two of you were sleeping in was dark, everything in the room was dimmly and darkly colored except for the white walls all around the room, as well as the window outside colored slightly blue.

It was raining outside, not hard, but drizzling outside, some raindrops stained on the window, and you and Arthur were sharing the same bed together, sleeping in the same apartment Arthur lives in.

You're happy that you now sleep on clean white bedsheets instead of those nasty looking floral bedsheets he used to sleep on.

Arthur was still fast asleep, you were laying on his thin, emaciated chest, you could hear his heartbeat when he woke up.

His chest was slowly moving up and down while he was asleep, dragging you along with you, and thankfully he doesn't snore.

You laid on Arthur's chest for a little while to take some time to wake up completely, and you had an idea to wake up Arthur.

Once you felt like you were completely awake now, you then lifted the upper part of your body (i.e. your head and torso) off of Arthur's chest.

Your legs were straddling Arthur's lap, and thank God he's wearing tighty whities so his cock won't insert in your pussy.

Though, maybe he might have some morning wood when he wakes up.

You leaned your face slightly above Arthur's face, but not too much, not like your face was touching Arthur's face, only your head and face were slightly hovering over his face.

You put the palm of your hand on Arthur's cheek, where your palm brushed down the side of Arthur's cheek, brushing your palm down the side of his neck and pausing at his chest.

When you brushed your palm down Arthur's face, suddenly, his eyes opened, jittering a bit.

Yes, he's waking up! you thought, an ear to ear smile spread across your face.

The first thing Arthur saw when his eyes opened was you.

Surprisingly, he wasn't annoyed at all by you waking him up.

"Good morning" you said to him.

That's the first thing you said to him this morning.

"Good morning" he responded, smiling at you.

You then put your palm back on the side of his cheek, where you gently and slowly brushed your palm down his face, down his neck and to his chest.

You did this to him over and over again, brushing the palm of your hand down to his chest.

You even caressed his chest with the palm of your hand a few times, caressing it up and down.

The hair on his arms was standing up when you did this, forming goosebumps on his arms.

This sent tingles down his spine while you did this to him, it felt so good having you touch him.

He had a smile across his face as you did this to him, and thankfully, he didn't break out into his haunting, iconic laughter while you did this to him.

You wanted this moment to last for quite a while, and you did let it last for a few minutes, until it was time for breakfast.

And yes, while you caressed Arthur, he had morning wood while you did this to him, his cock standing still, but wouldn't enter in your pussy thanks to his underwear.

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I know this fanfic is short, but I did have this fantasy recently.

I might add more to it in the future.

#arthur fleck #arthur fleck x fem reader #fanfiction #joker

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hannahbisssssss · 5 years ago

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Arthur Fleck x Reader Angst (Vent)

She was so close to making it to the doorway when Arthur stopped, panting, and looked up at her with big puppy dog eyes.

"(Y/N), you have to tell me what's wrong," his chest rose and fell with a sudden rythm to it. Her fists clenched and her teeth grinded in anger.

"Arthur," her tone was low and dangerous, "Get out of the way." Arthur remained in the doorway.

"Honey, I don't want you to leave here in anger, you might break something or hurt someone," his voice was gentle as he slowly stood up.

"You should talk," her voice spat at him.

"Please, tell me what's got you so riled up," Arthur's eyes remained locked on hers, empathy clearly showing through his eyes as tears brimmed at the edges. He slowly walked towards her and she lunged at him. She hit him right in the chest, screaming profane language in his direction.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY! JUST LET ME LEAVE THIS FUCKING PLACE, I CAN'T TAKE IT!" her voice reverberated off of the walls. "I'M SO FUCKING TOXIC. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I DO, I CAN'T CHANGE WHAT HAPPENED, I CAN'T CHANGE HOW I WAS TREATED WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I CAN'T TAKE BACK THESE FUCKING WORDS I'M SAYING RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE JUST LET ME DIE!" the beating on the chest had stopped and (Y/N) collapsed on the floor below Arthur.

Arthur's tears had finally slipped through as he gently swooped down to hold his beautiful girlfriend.

"You can't change what happened in the past. You can't change how your family treated you or how you reacted to it. You can only focus on the here and the now. I know that you're angry and scared and upset, but you have to remember to never stay stuck in the past. Your heart lies in the present, and I will remain here to help you let that heart free. It's okay to be angry, but you can't stay stuck in these emotions," her cries had softened as she soaked Arthur's shirt. Arthur's hand caressed (Y/N)'s scalp as she wept into his clothes.

"I had to have been the issue, there's no other explanation," her voice was fragile and croaky. Arthur picked up her head and kissed her forehead.

"You can't continue to blame yourself for how they treated you, you were just a kid, you couldn't keep your emotions tethered as though they would disappear. They never do. That's what I love most about you, how free you can be with your emotions, even when it hurts. But dont ever, EVER, excuse the abuse doled out to you, physical, verbal, emotional, or the like," the tears that spread into (Y/N)'s cheeks were many.

"It's so fucking hard, Arthur."

"I know, baby."

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the-marshals-wife · 2 years ago

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Imagines Masterlist

Updated 2/10/2025 | Requests are currently CLOSED| New! Adding fics on A03 🤍

I write exclusively x Fem!Reader

Most of my writing is fluff and hurt+comfort, both romantic and platonic. Willing to indulge in angst™ if the muse descends

All of my writing is rated General Audiences unless otherwise stated with specific content warnings detailed on each

For R-rated fandoms like John Wick or Joker, I still rate my writing non-explicit because the audience hopefully knows what they're in for based on the source content. I.E. blood and violence may be mentioned, but not graphically described unless otherwise stated

I do not write smut or NSFW content

Star Wars

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch Having a Token of Their Love For You Would Include (Bad Batch x Reader)

Having A Child With Wrecker Would Include (Wrecker x Reader)

Having A Child With Tech Would Include (Tech x Reader)

Shot Through The Heart (Crosshair x Reader)

Fidelity (Crosshair x Reader)

Keep Me Close (Tech x Reader)

Watch Your Step (Hunter x Reader) [Request]

Good Medicine (Wrecker x Reader) [Request]

The Clone Wars

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include (Hardcase x Reader) [Request]

Not Alone (Captain Rex x Reader)

Revenant (Baylan Skoll x Reader)

Nothing Else Matters (Melshi x Reader)

Token (Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x Reader)

What Comes After (Poe Dameron x Reader)

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mctherofdragons · 4 years ago

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In the Afterglow | 2 | F.W.

moodboard by @minty-malfoy.

Summary: The reader is married to George Weasley, and for all intents and purposes, he is the perfect husband. But, despite her best efforts to resist, Fred presents temptation she never knew she’d fall for.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader; George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Alternate Universe: No Voldemort AU

Rating: Mature, Future Chapters will Feature Explicit Content

Trigger Warnings: Angst, cussing, mild sexual content, mentions of extramarital affairs, cheating, nudity

Author’s Note: Let me know if you’d like to be on the tag list!

Taglist: @oh-for-merlins-sake @sunflowernarry @vivianweasley @haf-the-trash-panda @obsssedwithjustaboutanything @msmarklee1213 @n3ssm0nique @satellitespidey @michaylahpfan27 @girl22334 @starlightweasley @minty-malfoy @theweasleytwinsgirl

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November 10.

Fall had fully arrived in London, decorating the ground with crunchy orange and red leaves. You pulled a sweater out of your closet and pulled it on. Molly had knit it for you last Christmas. It was maroon with little flecks of grey throughout. Something about it being homemade made you love it more. Being wed into the Weasleys offered you a family you hadn’t had before. One that gave gifts and hugged on holidays; one that shared laughter and drinks far into the night on Christmas Eve; one that cared for you deeply and unconditionally. Your heart jumped a bit when you felt two arms around your waist suddenly.

“Hi honey,” George said, turning to kiss your lips. You kissed back, placing your hand on the back of his neck. A giggle escaped your lips as you moved your hands down to the cool touch of his trouser buttons. The autumn weather had made you more affectionate, seeking warmth in your husband’s arms.

“I have about an hour until I really have to leave. Dinner’s on in the slow cooker, so...I don’t have anything to occupy me for a while…”

But, as was typical lately, George didn’t fulfill your requests.

“I have to go get to the shop,” he pouted. You sighed with an honest attempt to hide your annoyance. When you and George had first married, intimacy was far more...exciting. He would steal you away into the back storage room of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, hoping Fred didn’t come wandering back. You lived in back-arching, toe-curling ecstasy for your first year of marriage. But now, when you actually got around to having sex, it had lost its thrill. George didn’t show or tell you much lately how much he loved you. It hurt, but you were too afraid to let him know that.

You didn’t really have anything to say that wouldn’t have been slightly cruel, so you huffed off to the bathroom to finish your makeup. George followed, leaning against the door frame. “I’m sorry,” he sounded genuine. “But I mean, I have to go to work, honey.”

“I know,” you said, leaning forward to apply mascara to your eyes. He came over and gave you a kiss behind your ear, which only made you grow more frustrated with his lack of fulfilling what you wanted.

“Yup,” you said, moving away from him. The sound of your heels clicking on the tile as you head into the kitchen somehow annoyed George beyond belief.

“You really are being a bit of a bitch about this,” he huffed. His words stung. George was never one for name-calling, and just the sound of the cuss word rolling off his tongue cut you to the quick.

George had grown used to you, you reasoned. He no longer needed to ‘woo’ you because the shiny diamond on your finger had ensured you were his for good.

“Don’t start,” you warned. You busied yourself with filling your travel mug with coffee. The sound of George’s sighing made you look up. He was fastening the buttons of his jacket. For some reason, you felt like crying but pushed your tears back.

“Can we chat about this later?”

You nodded, handing him a paper bag with his lunch in it. He gave you a quick peck on the forehead and left.

You sighed, pulling your phone out of your pocket. Mindlessly, you scrolled to your recent texts and found Fred’s name. You took a type breath as you typed, feeling your heart murmur as you typed.

Thinking of you, Freddie.

But you quickly erased the text, forbidding yourself to continue the thoughts you had started to entertain.

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Later that evening, you stood in the back room of the shop, placing some things onto a storage shelf. It was typical that when you were done with work, you’d head over to Weasley Wizard Wheezes and give the boys a hand. Fred was sitting at a nearby computer, sending an email to one of the suppliers they frequently worked with. He had noticed you and George hadn’t said a single word to one another all night.

“Hey, y/n?”

You heard Fred begin to speak, so you turned to your head, walking over the computer.

“You seem down, is everything alright?”

This was the way of things between you and Fred. He knew you like the lyrics of his favorite song. If the tune was even a little bit off, he could sense it. There were times throughout your time of knowing him that he had used this to comfort you before you could even admit to your own hurt. Often, it so happened, this would be when you and George would get into a fight.

You felt the tears you had pushed down earlier begin to make their way up to the surface again.

“Oh, yeah, Fred, I’m okay.”

You felt Fred place his warm hand on top of yours. His palms and fingers were calloused from years of beating bludgers. The feeling of his touch felt different than ever before. You could sense somewhere deep in your bones that your feelings for Fred were changing as quickly and surely as the autumn leaves. He stroked his thumb over yours, looking up at you, his affectionate chocolate-colored eyes shining behind his long lashes.

“You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

“I’m fine, Fred,” you moved away quickly, going back to stacking boxes of Whiz Bangs.

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November 29th.

“Happy birthday, Bill!”

Arthur placed a large cake down in the center of the dining table. Molly had allowed Albus to write in icing ‘Happy Birthday Uncle Billy’, which reminded Harry affectionately of his 11th birthday cake from Hagrid. You were sat between Fred and George, smiling happily as you watched him blow out the candles.

Fleur smiled affectionately as she gave Bill a shy kiss on the cheek. You felt yourself wondering if their marriage had also become listless. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if maybe you should talk about how you’d been feeling with Fleur and Hermione, but, you felt a sense of shame. A sense of failure had started to enter your mind - maybe you just weren’t attractive to George anymore. A sense of sadness filled your heart again, so you pushed it away, reaching to George’s hand. He barely held it back. You could feel your knee touching Fred’s, which forced you to take continuous sips of the pumpkin juice in front of you.

Once everyone had finished eating, you chose to clean up so that everyone could continue talking. The truth was, you felt an aching sadness in your chest and needed some time alone. You turned on this sink in the kitchen, smiling at the coziness of Molly’s little kitchen. You allowed the sink to fill with whatever, humming to yourself as you scrubbed. You found your head bopping back and forth as you hummed the Triwizard Tournament theme.

You looked up when Fred appeared next to you, reaching into the water to help you.

“I got it,” you said quietly. Something about his mere presence made you want to scream.

“Let me help you.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the dishes, but something about his tone and the huskiness behind his words made you think he definitely was not.

Your hands met beneath the water, Fred’s fingers dancing against yours. You moved to give his hand a squeeze, looking knowingly into his eyes.

“Y/n, I…”

Suddenly, you heard Ginny’s voice behind you. “You two need help?” She asked sweetly, grabbing a hand towel to do the drying. You yanked your hands out of the sudsy water with a splash.

“Absolutely, thanks, Gin,” you replied, letting yourself glance over at Fred who was clearly struggling to calm his breathing.

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The shower at the Burrow was notoriously hard to operate. But nonetheless, you were finally able to find the right temperature. You stood beneath the hot water, letting it run over you. You sighed contently. The heat had allowed some of the stress to melt away. You worked the shampoo into your hair, closing your eyes as you rinsed away a day’s worth of troubles. After you felt clean, you slid the curtain open, flipping over to wrap your hair in a towel. The room had become foggy from the heat, which you noted as you headed over to the mirror to wash your face.

Just then, the door opened. You jumped, nearly screaming at the sight of Fred in the doorway. He shut the door behind him. There was no way he hadn’t seen pretty much everything you had to offer. You couldn’t find a word to utter as he looked your bare body up and down.

Your breath felt strangled as he walked forward, moving so you were flush against the wall. In your chest, your heartbeat had gone wild. You had never felt like this in your life - not even the first time you finally made love to George.

Fred reached over and handed you the towel off a nearby shelf.

“Make sure you lock the door next time, pet,” he said, watching as you shakily wrapped it around you.

“Get out of here, Fred,” you feigned outrage, even though you didn’t mind him being there one bit.

He laughed, using his thumb to wipe smeared mascara from beneath your eye. It had run while you showered.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Fred-”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay-”

But Fred had turned to leave, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Don’t tell George?”

“Pinky promise.”

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December 24.

You all sat around the fire, warmed from the inside out by stories of the Weasley boys as children, and spiked eggnog. You sat between George’s legs, his arms wrapped lovingly around you. He placed his chin on your shoulder, and you turned to kiss his lips. He tasted like Christmas cookies and nutmeg.

“I’m tired, honey. Are you?”

You shook your head. “No, but go on up. I think I’ll stay up a while longer. Do you think I’ll see Father Christmas?”

George laughed, bopping you on the nose. “Perhaps, but he knows you’ve been a naughty girl.”

Molly gasped, “George Weasley! In front of your own mother!”

The whole room erupted in laughter, watching as your face turned bright red. “Goodnight, George,” you chuckled, giving him one last goodnight hug.

The room slowly continued to clear out. You sat on the floor, sipping more eggnog and flipping through a photo album. You smiled at a sweet picture of Fred and George in matching Christmas sweaters, toothy grins adorning their face as they held up their Christmas presents. On the next page was another picture of the twins in matching onesies, just a few days after they were born. They were always together. They shared everything. You felt a pang of guilt wash over you again. You hadn’t been able to forget about the incident on Bill’s birthday, and what’s more, it had thrilled you.

Eventually, it was just you and Fred in the sitting room. The house had fallen quiet as you listening to the crackling of the fireplace. Fred came to sit next to you, silently watching the fire along with you.

You turned and looked over at him. He still captivated you with his boyish charm. No matter how many times you had looked at him, you never failed to feel some sort of joy deep inside of you. Again, you felt ashamed, because your husband has failed to make you feel this way for a few months now.

Fred scooted forward, looking into your eyes as if he were searching for something. You gazed back, hoping that he would find what he was looking for. He was wearing his old, tattered sweater that Molly had made him so many years ago, a big F on the front. It was sweet and nostalgic. It reminded you a Christmas nights at Hogwarts, sharing chocolates and playing pranks in the hallowed hallways.

“So, what’s been going on? Seriously, y/n, it’s been driving me mad.”

“Well, honestly, things aren’t fantastic with George right now, Fred, s’all there is to say.”

“How do you mean?”

You blushed. “It’s embarrassing,” you admitted, pulling the sleeves of your sweater down around your hands and pulling your knees to your chest.

Fred reached over to tuck a hair behind your ear. “You can tell me, you know that.”

“I just don’t think he finds me beautiful anymore, Fred. He doesn’t touch me like he used to. He...just...I don’t know. I feel like such a normal part of his life. The fireworks have gone. It makes me feel small and ….unbeautiful. I miss feeling wanted. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because...we haven’t started a family yet. Maybe he’s disappointed in that? I don’t know.”

The words came pouring out of your mouth. All at once, you regretted them, staring down at the carpet. You felt bad for talking badly about George, especially to his closest brother. You felt tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. Sniffling, you used the hem of your sleeves to wipe your eyes.

“You are so far from unbeautiful, y/n. You’re perfect. George is the luckiest man on this Earth. I...I swear it.”

What Fred didn’t tell you was that the day George had gone through with the proposal, he had locked himself in his bathroom and cried. Full, heavy, fat-teared crying over the fact that his chance with you had been lost forever. Seeing you in white walking down the aisle toward him had taken his breath away, too, until he remembered he was standing next to George as his best man. You were the one that got away, and the hardest part was is that you hadn’t gone anywhere.

He cupped your face in his hands, moving to use his sweater to catch your stray tears. “Do you know how much I hate seeing you sad?”

All at once, your lips were crashing into his. You fell back onto the carpet, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head, propped up by his arms. “Freddie,” you gasped, but before you could say too much, he continued to kiss you.

Your tongues battled for dominance. Fred flicked his tongue across your lip. You felt his hands sliding up under your sweater, grabbing your hips. His hands were colder than you expected, making you jump. Your chest rose and fell, breathing deeply as he pulled away.

“He’s a bloody idiot,” Fred gasped, pressed his forehead to yours. The only sound to be heard in the Burrow sitting room was the shaky breath of you both...and the overwhelming sense that a beautiful secret - like a tapestry - had just started to be woven together.

[To Be Continued.]

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Subway Obsessions Arthur’s POV ch3

Arthur Fleck POV x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Chapter 3 of the Subway Obsessions series from Arthurs POV. Arthur has had a rough couple of days since meeting Y/N. But she always has a way of making his day. This story follows their first date and a late ride on the subway home. Crowds aren't Y/Ns thing, Arthur does all he can to quell her unease.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, public exhibitionism, begging, groping, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, swearing, obsession, self-doubt, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff (super-duper fluffy)

A/N: And I'm baaaack!! With another installment of the subway series. Yall already know I love Arthur's perspective. Seeing how he loves us, diving into his psyche and knowing how he feels, what goes through his mind during those tender moments… ugh, I can't take it!! Eeeeee!! As always, I hope you all enjoy! Comments, criticisms, ideas, want to say hey? Reach out I welcome all!! But please be nice. Enjoy enjoyyyy!!! Cheers!

Word Count: 8.2k

SERIES: Subway Obsessions

CHAPTER 3: Easy

Arthur was awoken suddenly, his mind jolting him awake. No alarm? He sleepily looks over from the sofa at the clock. Nope, I'm just up early. His mind has been waking him up every day before his alarm. It's as if his bodies circadian rhythm changed for her. Every night he went to sleep, it was hard knowing he had to wait until morning to call Y/N, he couldn’t wait. But he did, he waited, wanting to respect her time but chomping at the bit just the same. A good morning text every morning. A call before bed every night. He had spent every free second of his days as of late talking to her or texting her. Remarking at the pictures she would send him. Nothing too dirty or anything, he had just asked her for one for his contact photo. She had sent several and he saved every single one. He would look at them periodically throughout the day, a gentle reminder that things aren't as bad as they are sometimes in his mind. He found himself trying to divide his time between work, home, his mental health and her. A task not so easily done when your fully distracted he thought. Often reminiscing about the moments on the train throughout the day, he caught himself blushing. Always thinking about her, her voice, her smile, her smell. It's as if he could imagine her into being before him with his experiences alone. He would reach out, hoping for her to be there, but he settled for talking to her. He loved hearing her voice. After a long day of misery and being unable to breath under the cities fist of oppression, she was the breath of fresh air he so badly needed. Allowing him to shed the tatters of his ruined day and lay them at her feet.

He could still feel her embrace from that night. He never wanted it to end. She held him so preciously. The way she cuddled him, holding him to her, embracing him, lightly caressing his skin, twirling his locks into little curls around her finger as she smiled upon him. He was spent that evening, putting all of his energy into her hoping to please her. He had a headache from pure exertion afterwards, but it was only slight, and nothing compared to the feeling she gave him. It was as if being with her, being inside her, made the world brighter, more inviting, more loving. Everything around her took on an ethereal glow and he thought, being with her made even the dingiest and darkest subway train car a warm and welcome environment. Her presence literally warping his world. This was not the case when she was gone. He held onto those moments dearly when his day began to darken. These past couple of days took him to a dark space. Dealing with state issues, no funding for his medications and having to navigate that. He was able to pay out of pocket for his generics at least. Y/N was his rock in this situation. Just being there to listen and understand. There wasn’t much she could do in those regards, but just hearing her voice after a rocky day made his body relax. He could rest easy when he knew she was on the other end of that phone. Some days he felt maybe he was being difficult dealing with his inner turmoil. If he ever was, she never made it seem that way. Always listening and giving compassion. She didn’t pretend to fully understand, yet she was kind enough to learn and to validate his experiences and emotions. Sometimes it still took him getting used to her kindness, it was so out of place, so foreign to him. But knowing her story and learning more about her every day, he knew she was the one. Really, he had known the first day he saw her weeks ago on the subway. He never told her he had watched her from a far, admiring her almost daily. He was elated he no longer had to follow her secretly. How lucky for him the way things went that evening a few nights ago. It was nothing he could have ever hoped for but everything he had wished and dreamed about… but even better!

That night after getting dressed, he rode the train back with her to see her home safely. Not wanting to leave her, not yet not ever. He often thought about how she fell asleep that night. She fell from his shoulder to his chest as he cradled her, feeling the breath from her nose on his arms. Such tiny little breaths. He was so filled with love in that moment. He watched as she slept upon him, drifting off so calmly in his presence. She must really feel safe with me, he thought. He brushed the hair that would blow onto her face and tickle her. Hed brush a lock aside and she would crinkle her nose. He kissed her head, her hair, gingerly peppering kisses on her as she lay. Her calm sleeping face, so angelic, so serene and peaceful. In those moments she embodied everything he wished he could be, and he provided that space for her to flourish. As the train swayed its way through tunnel after endless tunnel, he watched her, smiling and lamenting of the nights earlier festivities. How open she was with him, the things she did to him. But he couldn’t help but feel pangs in his heart anytime he once again came to the realization she was here with him, fully, and willingly. As hesitant and doubtful as he may be, he felt confirmation with her sleeping on him. Such a simple act, so human, so… vulnerable. He thought… I love her.

He held her, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept so comfortably on him. Little, barely audible sleep sounds escaping her lips. Those sounds drove him crazy, like a cuteness aggression taking over, he wanted to squeeze and kiss her. It's just how she made him feel, giddy, like a schoolboy with a crush. The feelings of trepidation and apprehension overshadowed by pure adoration and idolization. She looked so innocent, so sweet. He woke her up with a kiss to her forehead once the train arrived at platform 19. “Y/N, we’re here”

He offered to walk her home but didn’t want the night to end. She opted to wander the streets with him for a while where they shared conversation. How pleasant it had been. They found a small park nestled amongst some dilapidated apartments. She excitedly grabbed his hand and dragged him to the swings where they spent much of the night. They swung and talked, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. His mind often drifted back to the moments on the subway. It was hard not to look at her and not see her naked now, not to see his face squeezed between her legs. She made mention of their actions a few times. Each time making his face blush with heat that spanned his body. She lamented how good he had made her feel, that she couldn’t believe they did that in such a place. She seemed excited, turned on even. He would chuckle bashfully in agreement. He didn’t know what took over him in those moments, but he was so thankful for those impulses. That instinctual vigor that overtook him. A reaction she caused deep within him without either of them having control over it. It was just, meant to happen, meant to be.

She had stepped off her swing and walked to him as he slowed. He reached a handout to catch her face as she leaned in for a kiss. Always more than happy to oblige. Arthur loved kissing her, he could do this every moment of everyday. It perhaps felt even more intimate than the act of intercourse itself. The amount of oxytocin and serotonin that exploded within his brain when she would kiss him and pull him close was almost overwhelming. He felt a sense of belonging, of attachment and an instant bond. Bodies touching but souls intertwined. Their connection felt deep, deeper than a one-night stand, deeper than a chance meeting. This felt like fate. It felt like purpose was being fulfilled in some way. They had stood there kissing for what seemed like hours as the night crept on, time ticking away into the future without notice. Their lips, mashing against one another with heated breaths against the night air. Being with her was easy. So easy. There were no barriers, no hindrances, no complications. Just the love that poured freely from her unto him.

After some time, they eventually parted ways. He walked her right to her door a couple blocks from the park on a silent street. It was a small unassuming house with a little patch of flowers in front of the porch, yellow lilies he noted. They stood on the stairs, time ticking by even slower now, neither wanting to part. Arthur worked up the courage in-between heated passionate kisses where they heavily groped one another to ask for her number. He wanted to keep in contact, hoping they could continue building this connection he felt between them. It was very obviously there, and something was brewing. He watched as she all but threw her things down to search for her phone. He reached out to help her hold her things. She fumbled her phone out of her bag, unlocking it and handing it to him. He put his number in her contacts under Arthur with a little heart. He smiled as he handed it back. She happily took his phone into her hands and put her number in as well. Y/N with a heart. He was truly smitten.

She threw her arms around him, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. Holding him close as her feet nearly left the ground. He held her to him, caressing her back. She had asked him to contact her as soon as he got home to make sure he was safe. So sweet he thought, so caring and kind. He wanted to ravage her once more right then and there. But his feet stepped off the porch, step by step, stair by stair as their distance increased. She held onto his hands as long as she could, only letting go finger by finger as they parted ways. “Be safe, Arthur! Let me know when you’ve gotten home.” She beckoned to him. “I’ll text you when I get home and call you in the morning,” he turned back to say with a wave and a smile. He also wanted to see if she was still there watching him leave. She had a mournful look on her face covered up with a look of hope. He could sense her longing, her wish for him to stay. He wished he could. If she ever invited him in, he thought, I'll stay. If it is her wish. The walk home was cold and uneventful. He texted her as soon as he got home, assuring her he had arrived safely.

He fell into the couch in a huff. What a night. The thoughts still circling in his mind, unable to pick one out to focus on. He could only focus on the feeling. How she made him feel. Every caress, every touch, every emotion that surfaced within him that he had never known or felt before. She was like a vacation, warm like a sunny beach day. He used the thought of her to escape when he needed. Closing his eyes and smiling from within. He cracked open his pack of cigs and lit one up, letting it burn, only reaching for a hit once or twice. Totally lost in his thoughts, reliving the moments with her on the train. Seeing her face look up at him. It felt like a dream, but he could still taste her on his lips. That familiar feeling rose within him once more, the want, the desire. He dragged himself to the shower, needing to wash his face but not wanting to wash her off of him. A conundrum. He pictured her face as the water poured over him from above. Dripping off each lock onto his chest as he tugged hastily at his cock.

Nightly, he chased the high that she provided. Reaching into his pants and thinking of her on the trains bench seat, spread open for him. It wasn’t the same, it only gave him slight relief but left him with a burning deep within. He wanted her there, to be with him. Living off that night's memories, although it helped, he so badly wanted to make more with her. Nights were the loneliest for him. Especially after hanging up with her, the feeling of emptiness would once again envelope him, slowly seeping in. A sense of longing filled his core. It made his stomach do flips and his head fuzzy with desire.

Waking up was the best part of his day. Anytime he got to speak to her was a highlight honestly. He looked forward to it every day, giving him something to live for, something nice in his life. Daily, she watered him, helping him grow and blossom. He cherished those moments, embraced them fully. She was like a drug to him, worse than him needing his Nic fix, she was more addictive, more satisfying than anything a pack of marbs could provide. She made his senses go haywire; his nerves frayed at the thought of just waiting for her to respond to his messages. She was there to listen when he had a bad day, offering support and a hearty humor that he appreciated. The way she reacted when he had told her he was jumped warmed his heart almost alleviating that pain. The anger he could hear in her voice, an air of protection he so badly wished he’d had growing up. How different might his life be if he had someone like her.

Of course, she was understanding but there were still things he didn’t tell her, things he thought may scare her. His mind at war within itself. Knowing he can trust her but not trusting his own thoughts that told him he couldn't. He thought it best to wait and see. No one had known it was him anyway. Shit, he was protecting himself, something she had advised herself. It’s why he accepted the gun, its why those three guys who attacked him would no longer be able to attack anyone ever again. Especially her! He would kill for her without question. The news reported on the murders, but the cities incompetence played a huge part in his innocence. Reporting it was a ‘killer clown’ with every protestor donning clown masks it made the GCPD’s job impossible. Many people, other than him were growing ever tired of the climate that has been Gotham as of late. He probably wasn’t the only one taking matters into his own hands. The uncomfortableness of seeing the fliers posted around made him burst out in uncontrollable laughter that burned his throat as he tried to choke it down. Truly it was a traumatizing incident, one he wished never happened. He never wanted to hurt anyone, he had no choice, his thoughts ceased and something else took over. He wondered who that was, what it was. Was it simply survival instinct? He figured that must be it. They had beat him mercilessly and for no wrongdoing of his own. All he could surmise is that they were inebriated and taunting him due to his clothing and Carnival persona. Once he begun laughing, they attacked. Arthur never understood why people would be mean to someone whose job was to bring joy. Perhaps they were unhappy with themselves. Still no fault of his own and still, he took the brunt of their trauma, causing his own. A vicious cycle. A cycle that needed to end! He tried to push those moments out of his mind. There were happy memories on that subway, and that’s what he intended on focusing on. Her, she was what mattered to him. She was a thought that could practically erase that pain, doubt, and fear he so often felt. He thought, with her, I would never be alone again. Before her, smiling was difficult. She made it easy.

He had spoken to her first thing this morning. Every time he called, she would answer with a boisterous “Arthur!” He looked forward to it every time he called. The excitement he could hear in her voice when she picked up the phone made him melt. He knew it was her day off and he had no gigs scheduled so he boasted about taking her out on a ‘real date’. He had said. She gleefully agreed. He had been so nervous to ask, planning what he would say, how he would say it, rehearsing all morning. It was no matter, she all but screamed yes as the words left his lips.

After ending their conversation, he spent the day preparing. Doing laundry so he had clean clothes, showering, brushing his teeth. He wanted so badly to really impress her. As the evening drew on, he stopped at the corner mart to pick up some flowers. Yellow lilies, he remembered her having them at her home having taken mental note of that. He searched the florists but couldn't find any. Defeated he walked out sulking. Before too long he had turned a corner, a flash of bright yellow flowers with green stems growing from the side of a 24hr liquor store. He dropped to his knees and picked 12, ripping the stems from the ground, careful to preserve the petals. He painstakingly prepared them. Pulling off the roots and leaves. Stealing a ribbon off of one of the figures that lined the fireplace of him and his mother's apartment. He tired the white ribbon in a bow around the middle, holding the bouquet together. It wasn’t perfect but looked nice enough. The bow was slightly askew, he hoped she wouldn’t notice. He wore a fresh pressed white dress shirt and slacks. As he walked out the door, he grabbed his yellow corduroy jacket and locked the door behind him, eager to pick up Y/N and take her to his favorite diner.

Upon arriving at her home, he shakily reached for the door to knock, flowers grasped in his sweaty palm. As excited as he was, the formality of it all made him slightly uncomfortable. He steadied himself and knocked 4 times. As he waited there he stealthily turned, holding his hand in front of his face breathing out of his mouth to check his breath. The nerves tearing at him internally. He second guessed himself, thinking maybe this was too much, it's not like how they’ve been before. But even in those instances he held himself skeptical. Still truly unwilling to accept that someone may actually like him genuinely. She did agree after all. As his inner thoughts battled within the confines of his mind the door opened. A big smile lit up her face and eyes sparkled behind wavy strands of hair that danced across her cheeks. He looked her up and down very quickly. A tight black button up sweater. Her skin peeked though in areas where their fabric stretched tighter over her body. A black skirt and bright white tennis shoes. He felt as if his jaw physically dropped, she was incredible. Every time he saw her. It was nothing like what he could remember or imagine. He could feel the tension lift from his body as his mind finally slowed and the negative thoughts got quieter. He reached out the hand holding the flowers to which she excitedly accepted. Her hands went up as she yelled his name, reaching out and wrapping him in a warm hug. He couldn’t think of the last time anyone was ever excited to see him. He thought, he’d give her all the flowers in the world everyday if he could.

Throughout the night he tried his best to be a gentleman, remembering the points he had taken from some of his favorite romantic films. Some things he had taken an interest in since meeting Y/N. He would write down romantic quips and gestures in his journal any chance he got. Life was quickly consumed by her, every thought every action, was influenced by the thought of her. They had approached the bright red neon sign that read “Paulines”. Arthur gestured, ladies first as he opened the door for Y/N.

The restaurant was Arthur's favorite, it was reminiscent of good times, times that weren't always so tough. He often found respite here on his lunch break, writing in his journal at the corner table. Today he opted for a both seat that seemed more intimate. The night continued on under the glow of white LEDs above. After ordering food and settling in Y/N had spoken up on his behalf when his food came back wrong. Something he wouldn’t have done himself; he would just as well leave it alone to avoid confrontation. The servers here weren't always the best he thought, but they weren't outwardly mean. He surmised that perhaps that’s why he liked it here. He could drink cup after cup of coffee, and they left him alone. Plus, the food was decent, even if it was wrong sometimes. She had noticed his distaste at seeing he was in fact given a tomato on his burger when he asked for none. Arthur watched in awe as she was able to be both affirmative yet kind in addressing the issue with the waiter. No confrontation, just straight across communication. They didn’t yell at her or scowl. The fact that she stood up for him, another unfamiliar feeling. He was filled with delight, feeling cared for in that moment. Amazing he thought, those particular situations were always a fear of his as it so often led to his outbursts of compulsory laughter and the negative observations of onlookers. Avoidance was best. But she did it like it was easy. He could feel the confidence that exuded from her being.

Their conversations went as they always did at this point. Just picking up from where they left off prior. Asking about each other's day. He told her again how sorry he was for making her miss work, apologizing profusely. He never wanted to meddle in a person's serious personal business, like work. Especially knowing the work, she does. She reassured him it was completely ok. She talked about work and about how she loved what she does and the people she helps but that the staff were like everyone else in this city. Mean spirited and truly uncaring. He joked that she should quit, not fully thinking about what he was saying before it came out. It was meant to be a joke. She laughed and agreed, perhaps she should. She looked him in the eyes saying she was thankful for every moment between them that night, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. That she couldn’t wait to have more like it. They both blushed knowing the heat of those moments as she brushed her leg over his under the table with a wink. The night started getting late. Neither could finish their food but split a piece of pie. Arthur hoped she enjoyed herself, he certainly enjoyed her company. He valued her presence with him. She added to his life, made him feel things he's never felt before, unexplored emotions and uncharted physical territory. He wanted to learn more, delve deeper.

As they stepped outside, Arthur having opened the door for her. The first fall of rain touched their heads. Y/N looked up almost embracing the feeling. He watched as her eyes closed and a grin spread across her face as drops of water began to settle on her forehead and cheeks before sliding off her skin and onto her top. The simple beaty of the rain washing over her was tantric. Arthur slid his hand around her back, pulling her in and kissing her. She kissed him back immediately. Embracing him in the downpour as a hazy red glow from the neon sign of the diner lit up the wet sidewalk. Somehow, it felt magical, surreal. Arthur stepped forward, holding her back with one hand, and dipping her before pulling her back up for another kiss and spinning her around. Her face beamed, illuminated by the glow of the diners' lights. His heart never felt so full, so alive.

She stole kiss after kiss on the way to the subway's platform. The touch of her lips on his, how she pecked his cheek or arms, wherever she could reach, left him reeling. He felt fuzzy, like his skin was vibrating, on a high from such a good outing. It really could not have gone better he thought. Where would the night take them? As he waited for the train with Y/N, he noticed a shift in her demeanor. She clung closer to him, holding his hand tightly. There was a crowd growing, passersby after a protest, perhaps they were going towards Gotham City Hall? Whatever the matter, he could sense her unease. She had brought up previously the murders that took place. Arthur still felt shame and guilt he hadn't even thought how it would affect her. He was at odds because this was also an act of self-defense. He feared her finding out it was him, that she may see him differently, not trust him or feel safe anymore. He decided it was something he would deal with on his own for now, so he avoided the subject entirely. It made him too uncomfortable to even think about. But he almost relished in the chaos. Not in a destructive way but in a way that validated him, validated his reasons for doing what he did. He wasn’t the only one in this city that felt this way. Not anymore.

However this made him feel, it still affected him negatively in the way it affected her. She clearly didn’t like the crowds and was now apprehensive about subways even though she had nothing to worry about. It was him, and he would never hurt her. Still, he felt responsible and so, did his best to protect her peace. She laid her head on his shoulder, he followed and laid his head on hers, feeling her melt into him with such a simple gesture, returned affection.

A whine got louder as the subway train approached and slowly braked. The doors open and Arthur leads the way, seeing an open seat towards the back of the car and squeezing through several people too distracted to move. Arthur stood by the seat waiting for her to sit by the window, away from all the prying eyes of the crowded train. He made sure to stow their leftovers from the diner under their seat before directing his attention back to her. Making sure she was ok, that she was comfortable. He gazed at the crowded train again, taking stock of the uproar caused by one man defending himself. Such simple actions with such big reactions, he thought it funny. He looked back to her. "Are you okay?" He asked genuinely with concern in his voice. “Yeah, you know it's just the crowds, it’s a little overwhelming is all. So many people.” She said while looking at the sea of folks that lined the subway car. She laid her head on his shoulder while he felt the weight of her words. “I’m sorry” he replied. He felt bad that she was uncomfortable and wanted to do anything to make her feel better. He couldn’t take back what he did but perhaps he could ease her tension? “What can I do?” He asked. “As long as you're here with me and touching me, I think I'll be ok” she said while looking up at him. A coy smile with her eyes closed and nose scrunched. Arthur pulled her in closer, close was never close enough with her. The way she would melt into his arms when he held her, like every bad thing in her day or life just disappeared with his touch. Everything that hardened her, he softened. She did the same for him he thought. Those terrible things were so distant when she was near. He held her close, caressing her arms and shoulders, squeezing her tight. The train started to clear out a bit. It wasn’t so crowded anymore, and things seemed a bit more lax. Arthur's mind raced as lustful thoughts began to brim. A montage of moments from the last time they rode the train together played out on his mind. He hoped she would invite him in tonight. Tonight, he would stay.

The not so unfamiliar bleating of the trains speaker system announced a delay due to a breakdown. The voice robotically warbles, stating all passengers must exit and board the next train. It was only about five minutes behind, not too bad, but it basically repacked the train car with all passengers exiting, plus the ones waiting on the platform. Arthur stood to exit awaiting Y/N to stand to help her out of her seat. He grabbed the leftovers, and they were the last two off the train as an employee walked through the car ensuring it was empty of passengers. People had already begun boarding the next train. Arthur again led the way in but no train car they passed had an empty seat. They would have to stand until one opened up. Arthur made sure to at least find a spot towards the back away from the bulk of the crowd. It wasn’t the most ideal, but he tried to make it more bearable for Y/N. They pushed past people lining the sides of the cars, sprawled out across seats, reading books, listening to music, and chatting with other train goers. Typical subway ride, they did tend to be busier earlier in the nights when people were leaving work and heading to or from downtown Gotham.

The train swayed as they made their way back to a somewhat secluded corner. Rails lined the edges at waist level and overhead with straps clinging to the poles for people to hold onto. Arthur set the leftovers on a ledge between the seats and the back area where they stood. She set her purse next to it scrambling for footing as the train made its way through the tunnels. He stood behind her to help steady her, wrapping a hand around her waist. She leaned into his grasp, sending shivers up his spine. Her backside pressed into his groin, and he couldn’t help the throbbing sensation that lit up every nerve. His thoughts once again wandering into the depths of his lust for her.

The train moved on. stop by stop, people got on and off. Each time it left the platform it flung the train car into near darkness once more. He loved watching how the lights from the tunnel would stream across her curves, illuminating every inch of her delectable body. A delicious outline he traced into his memories. He reveled in every bump, every turn of the tunnel as it sent her into him. She had to brace herself often shifting her legs against him and pressing her ass to him. He could feel the soft and pliable squish of her flesh each time her body moved. Even in the slightest. He could feel his blood rush through his body, causing him to sweat, his hands balmy, his collar, too tight. Every time she would brush against him, he would let out a soft grunt, sucking in air through his teeth in a hiss. He was painfully hard, and he knew she could feel it. Her movements becoming more pronounced against him, more sensual, he thought. If she was still nervous, he could not tell. But if she was, the best way she said to help her was to touch her. Maybe that’s what she wanted?

He leaned back against the wall next the cabins exit door. Bracing himself against the wall as the train continued on. He then reached out to her pulling her flush to him once more, only a step back. Still keeping her close, still protecting her. He could feel his member throbbing against her as he watched the other passengers in the train car. No one paying attention to anything other than their own lives. He scanned the crowd watching for prying eyes as he slid his hands up to her chest tugging at the fabric of her sweater and playfully squeezing each breast within his hands. He’s been wanting to touch the skin that peeked through the holes between the buttons since he first saw her tonight. He slipped his fingers inside, feeling the coldness and softness of her exposed skin. She laid her head back against him as he continued caressing her. He accidentally popped one of her buttons off on the sweater. He became afraid it would catch someone’s attention if it flew somewhere, but alas it did not. He could now fit his whole hand through the gap and began grabbing the flesh through his fingers, feeling her nipples harden under his touch and pinching them gently. His eyes on the crowd the entire time. No one could see, even if they could he wasn’t sure they’d know what they were seeing, not right away at least. But it was pretty obvious if anyone were to notice. He was actively groping her in front of everyone for all to see, and yet, she was still covered and reveling in the act.

He kissed her neck and shoulders as he continued roaming her body, caressing, groping, and grabbing at her. He pulled her hair to the side, tenderly kissing her earlobe and behind her ear. She turned to kiss him. He met her lips with his own in a sloppy wet breathy lip lock. One of his hands began pioneering a trail south. Dancing ever so gently over her skin and sliding underneath her skirt. Her skirt was flowy enough that his hand underneath was mostly unnoticeable. It cascaded around his hand and wrist, covering up her bottom. For the most part. A lot of convincing was going on in his mind, in these moments. Reasoning why this is ok and how no one will know. An attempt to quell his own inner doubts. Regardless of those inner doubts he continued on. Ruled by his lust in these heated moments. His hand searched finding the lining of her panties then slowly slipped underneath. He could feel the heat emanating from her core. She was already soaked, ready, and waiting for him. He was taken aback again at how receiving she was to his touch, to his pervy advances. She had to have wanted it to, or be thinking the same right? His mind refocused.

He laid his chin on her shoulder as she leaned into him. He nimbly traced his fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness, feeling it coat his fingers in a slick warm essence. He wanted to take her right there without a care of who might see. The heat rose within him at the touch of her wetness. A confirmation that she wanted him in that moment as well. Enveloped in her essence and steadily rubbing up and down her slit a sweet cry emerged. “Arthur” she spoke lightly in his ear while panting. “Please”. He both loved and hated when she would beg. He felt she should never need to, but that her doing it made him so incredibly weak. It was like a special set of magic words that made his brain go numb. Please. He would never refuse her. He slowly pushed two fingers in, and a moan escaped her lips. He immediately checked if anyone heard, trying to see if anyone was looking in their direction. The train car was so loud he doubted anyone could hear anything that wasn’t a scream or intentionally loud speaking. It appeared no one noticed so he continued on. Rocking his fingers into her with the motions of the train as a guide. Her whole-body weight was on him as she relaxed into his grip, opening her legs a little wider for him. Mmm, she was such a good girl. So easy to please.

Arthur kept an eye on the crowd as he continued working his fingers within her, feeling her clench around him as she got closer and closer to the edge, bucking back into his every push. His length pressed firmly against her back, throbbing painfully beneath his pants. As if sensing his need, her hand reached down and began touching him through his pants. She traced the edges along his cock from length to tip. Again, that angelic voice pleaded in a voice he could never refuse. “Arthur, please” He picked his chin up off her shoulder to meet her gaze. Is this truly what she wanted? What she was ok with? There was still a good amount of people on the train, some would consider it a decent sized crowd. No free seats yet. But she was looking at him, pleadingly, begging for it. “It's ok” she mouthed to him. Giving him the confirmation he needed. He wouldn’t want to do anything she didn’t want to, but would let her take him as far as she would go. He would do anything for her. He was consumed with want. Arthur smiled while hastily reaching down to undo his pants in a way that wouldn’t draw attention. He also wouldn’t want them to completely fall down with movement. He shrunk back his hips and fumbled with the zipper before loosening his belt slightly and freeing his rock-hard length. It sprung up and pressed firm against her bare cheeks. The cold breeze against his blood-filled member almost stung, he couldn't wait to be inside her. So warm, so inviting, tight like a loving hug.

He grasped her cheeks holding them firm against him, squeezing him, burying his cock in the flesh to warm himself. A shiver shot through his core. He grabbed hold of each cheek, looping her panties on one finger as he spread her open. She pushed herself back, perhaps the train did as it jolted. It was no matter; his tip was at her entrance, and he could feel his pulse in his throat. While he held her spread open, he slowly began pushing himself into her. A low groan fell from his lips as he felt her accept him. So wet, but so tight. Her walls quivered around his length as her body shook taking it all in. With one hand he held her safely to him and with the other he returned to her breasts squeezing and groping feverishly as he plunged himself painfully slow in and out of her. His eyes on the crowd scanning as his cock bottomed out inside her, hitting her cervix. But so slowly. The train doing most of the work for them, each sway, each turn or stop forcing her onto him deeper and deeper.

He rested his chin on her once more, concentrating on his movements and making sure it wasn’t obvious what they were doing in front of everyone. He made sure to reassure her constantly. Whispering in her ear, asking if she was ok, if she liked it, and if she felt better. He was only met with hasty nods and moans mixed with unintelligible speech and half formed words. Everyone around them in their own little worlds. Scrolling their phones, talking, reading, sleeping, daydreaming and swaying with the movements of the train car they all shared. All while she bucked back into him, driving him to the edge of his own control. How much longer before he says fuck it and just gets down to it without a care as to who might see. Last time was different, it was later, less crowded. But the feeling remained the same. She made him bold, made him lose control in the best way possible. He thought, this last week, I’ve lived more in 7 days than some people do in eighty years. He finally had something to look forward to, to live for. And with her, it was so easy.

Arthur had almost not noticed a seat opened up in front of them. The person had got up and never even looked back, for that he was thankful. He wasn’t sure of what he would have done or could have done should that have happened. He only hoped it looked like he was just holding her. In this moment he was weak, succumbed to her will, her every innate desire he was actively trying to fulfill. Every push more intense than the last. He would grunt with every thrust that filled her completely. Gasping for breath as his heart raced. She let out a cry as he buried himself once more, her walls clenching around him, pulling him closer to his breaking point. He immediately became self-aware and scanned the crowd once more, shooting a hand up to cover her mouth as he continued fucking her. “Shh, you gotta be good, or they’ll hear us” he whispered in her ear, knowing it was no fault of her own. She nodded behind his grip, and he continued. One hand over her mouth, one buried in her sweater while he slowly started increasing his speed. Her mouth was covered by his hand, giving him a bit of the confidence he needed to start going faster and harder. He continued thrusting his full length into her, slamming into her to the hilt. Her body jerked with every thrust as they hit a rhythm. She would buck against him as he slammed forward. Eliciting light cries of passion from both.

He released his grip on her mouth as she reached in front of her, grasping a rail, bending only slightly to hold on. He thrusts a couple more times, grasping her hips and pulling her back into him as he buries himself deep. His cock spasming within. He thrusts one more time then holds her there to him almost releasing right there and having to stop for a moment. He wasn’t done, never wanted to be done. The conundrum of pleasure he thought. Wanting to get to that final point, but not wanting to stop the pleasure that brings you there. Which is better? She looked back at him eyes imploring him to continue, when he gestured with a nod of his head to the seat in front of them. He quickly shields himself and slides into the seat sitting somewhere in the middle. His manhood now glistening with her slick and laying flush against his abdomen. She follows, stepping over his feet as he pulls her on top of him and looks up at her with a smile. She was now blocked from the gaze of anyone who may look. Her back turned to them, her focus, on him.

She took the lead as he sat, letting her do so. He watched as she shifted her legs to straddle him, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to the side while grasping him firmly. He sucked in a gasp at the touch of her hands holding him and watched as she sat down slowly. Watching as he disappeared into her, filling her completely as she took her time allowing herself to adjust to his size in this position. Her face so angelic, so soft and cute. He looked into her eyes that sparkled at him as she slowly bucked her hips back and forth, grinding on him. He placed a hand on either hip, helping guide her, gently rocking her hips forward and back onto him. She kissed him hard lapping her tongue within his mouth, clanking teeth as she sucked and bit his lip before throwing her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his neck. His hands held tight onto her backside as she began rocking faster on top of him. She would lift herself up ever so slightly before moving forward and slamming back down as she moved back. No one raised an eyebrow or looked in their direction. He was sure if they did all they would see is her head on his neck facing him, and the movements they were doing, well that could be from the train. After all they could be some pretty jerky rides at times.

He closed his eyes feeling her passion exude through her movements. Driving herself wild, hitting all the right spots as he held her there. She began kissing his neck, biting, and sucking. Leaving marks upon his skin. He bit down on his lip, stifling a groan. Every movement of her against him was like a dance. One he met with vigor. His body was a language she spoke fluently, and she was bringing him close to his end. He laid his head back. Feeling himself inside her fully, the pressure and warmth that surrounded him with ecstasy. His breathing quickened as she whispered in his ear how badly she wanted him, how good he felt inside her, and that she wanted him to fuck her hard and come for her.

Arthur began forcing her down with each thrust, meeting her with his own. He could feel her pull away from his neck. He looked up at her, focusing on the pleasure and the look of satisfaction on her face as she rode him in front of everybody. His body started to shake as each thrust pushed him closer and closer. He watched as she started to tremble with each thrust, small cries falling from her lips in little huffs as she looked at him pleadingly. Her face a dewy glow and flush red as she panted on top of him. She kissed his forehead as waves of passion began ripping through him. His body convulsed against hers. He could feel her tighten around him as she climaxed, clenching his length tightly within her, bringing him to his own climax. She had her arms wrapped around him as he held her still. His cock spasming deep within her, spilling his seed as he slowly rocked himself underneath her, filling her completely. Every pulsating shiver that shot through his body was met with one of her own as she panted in his ear, trying not to scream. With every convulsion he let out a low raspy groan into her hair. He felt her press her lips to his and exchanged a breathless sloppy kiss as they continued panting. Arthur still buried deep inside her. He could still feel her clench around him with every wave of pleasure that washed over her.

He held her there for some time. Not wanting to let go, not wanting this to end. The train was nearly empty when Arthur took stock of the situation. Not entirely sure when he lost control and stopped caring or paying attention. It was no matter. She sat atop him, cradled in his lap, still absorbing his essence. How warm her body felt, giving him a tingling sensation that buzzed his nerves. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her endlessly where he could. He gazed on as the train took on a familiar haze. Everything was brighter and took on an almost heavenly glow. A low ringing in his ears that quickly subsided. All he could feel was her chest rise and fall against him as she breath peacefully in his embrace. He wanted to head back to her home with her, but right now in this moment, there was nowhere else that he’d rather be than right here right now, inside of her.

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Snuggle Buddy (Arthur Fleck x Fem!Reader)

Prompt: Reader works as a professional cuddler at SnuggleBuddy. Arthur utilizes her service. Also, for the sake of the story, Penny Fleck has already passed in this.

Warnings: Cursing, implied anxiety, descriptions of bad coping mechanisms (Arthur banging his head against the wall)…I think that’s it?

Word Count: Around 6,000. I know it’s a doozy.

Arthur was nervous. His palms were sweating slightly, his heart rate was uneven, and his leg hasn’t stopped moving for the last twenty minutes that he has been sitting. His eyes trailed over the small print on the business card— “SnuggleBuddy.”

Arthur thinks back to early that day; he was at Ha-Ha’s getting ready for his usual shift when one of the guys—Randall— took a jab at his love life.

“Just in case you need to touch someone other than yourself, Art,” Randall laughed, handing him the card.

Although Randall’s comment bothered Arthur, he wasn’t entirely wrong. He hasn’t experienced human touch—real, genuine human touch—for a very long time. Arthur couldn’t even think of a moment when someone had given him a hug, or a kiss, or wrapped their arms around him. Not a single soul besides his mother dared to understand him in an intimate way.

As soon as his legs allowed it, he walked over to the phone and carefully poked in the number on the card.

“Hello, this is Pete from SnuggleBuddy. Are you looking for a cuddler, or are you looking to become one?”

Arthur faltered. “I’m looking to, um, find one. My name’s Arthur.”

“Okay, Arthur,” the man paused, and Arthur heard rustling in the background. “I have a few questions for you, and we can get you somebody in no time.”

Arthur answered every question that came at him, only letting out a yelp when Pete asked him if he’d like to pay for other activities. After declining immediately—and blushing profusely—Arthur had finally been paired up with a girl.

“Her name’s Y/N,” Pete said. “You will be billed for every hour that you spend with her. Your first session is scheduled for tonight at 7 PM at the address you gave me. Does all that sound correct?”

Arthur nodded before realizing that the man cannot see him. He stuttered out a ‘yes’ and hung up the phone.

His heart was thumping loudly in his chest; he couldn’t believe he went through with calling them. So many worries plagued his mind already— How would he afford this? What if you thought he was weird? If everyone at Ha-Ha’s found out…

He shook his head at that thought. He has absolutely no idea what’s going to happen, and there was no way for him to know.

And so, he waited.

—

A few hours later, a knock interrupted the Charlie Chaplin rerun that had been playing on his TV. Arthur pushed his freshly washed hair out of his eyes, making his way to the door. He opened it up, and his breath caught in his throat. Standing in front of him was someone he has never seen around Gotham—he would have remembered.

“Hi, Arthur,” you smile at him while giving a small wave. “I’m Y/N. I work at SnuggleBuddy.”

Arthur only gazes at you in shock. He definitely was not expecting someone like you; actually, he didn’t know what he was expecting. After a small bit of silence, you glance around nervously.

“Is this not the right apartment? Are you not Arthur?”

“No, I- I am.”

“Oh. This is your first time I’m assuming?”

Arthur nods, his mind finally catching up with him. He steps aside to let you in, and you move past him, checking out his apartment. Your eyes land on the TV, and you smile seeing “The Kid” playing across the screen.

You turn to Arthur. “Chaplin fan?”

“Huh?”

“Are you a Charlie Chaplin fan?”

He points over to the stack of tapes sitting by the small TV; your eyes follow his gaze until they land on the pile. You stand there, paused in thought while Arthur continues to watch you. Suddenly, you’re struck with an idea.

“Hey, if it would make you more comfortable, we could do the session on the couch? That way we can watch a film or two instead of laying in silence. Unless you’d be more comfortable with that. Whatever works for you, Arthur.”

He leads you to the couch, and both of you sit down.

“H-how does this work?”

You smile at him, trying to calm his nerves a little bit. “Really, it works however you want it to. Usually, people tell me what they like, what they don’t like, what makes them uncomfortable, what makes them feel relaxed.”

“I don’t know what I like,” Arthur says, looking ashamed at his lack of self-knowledge.

“That’s alright. We can figure it out,” you assure him. “I’m going to put my arms around you, okay?”

You wait for his consent before wrapping your arm around him. “Is this okay?”

He nods but stays stiff in your arms. “Do I…touch you?”

“You can,” you tell him, watching as he timidly puts one of his arms over your shoulders while the other one rests across his waist. You both stay like this for a little while, getting comfortable with the feeling of each other. After a few minutes, Arthur relaxes into your embrace, and you drop your head onto his chest.

Having this type of job was, no doubt, a little awkward at times. It was the only opportunity you were faced with after moving to Gotham city. You didn’t want to do this forever; sometimes, you thought about quitting after a long, hard day with some overly-touchy pervert. But sitting here with Arthur, his heartbeat steadily beating in your ear, you thought the job wasn’t so bad.

“So, Pete, the guy you talked to when calling CuddleBuddy, he mentioned that you said something about not having this type of contact for a while,” you say. “How long has it been?”

You feel Arthur clam up at the question, and you immediately blurt out, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. I was only curious.”

You look up at him and see his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. His eyes are looking back at you, and you finally notice just how green his eyes are—like different hues of a forest. He seems to be studying you too, but as quickly as the silence came, it ended.

"For my whole life, I guess,“ Arthur says, breaking you out of your daze.

You frown. "Your- Arthur, that’s not healthy. We need to feel connections like this, you know?”

Arthur didn’t know. His mother—when she was living—was there to dance with him or hug him when the moment called for it. But he has never experienced anything outside of that. He briefly wondered if that’s something he should bring up with his social worker, but the thought left his mind when he felt your arms tighten around him.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad if I did,” you spoke up. “I was just surprised.”

He brushes off your apology, dispelling your fears of already upsetting him. When it’s clear that nothing else is going to be said on the matter, you lay your head back on his chest, content with only sitting with him for the remainder of the session.

Somehow, by the time the credits were being presented, Arthur was lying against the side of the couch, and you were lying next to him—your head still resting by his heart.

—

You could hear the TV playing in the background, your eyes fluttering open to the sound, only to be met with blinding sunlight coming through the windows. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

You shoot up off of Arthur’s sleeping form, and he wakes with a jolt, looking just as startled as you. "I am so sorry,“ you tell him, burying your face into your hands. "I swear, I didn’t even realize that I was falling asleep.”

“It’s okay. Don’t be sorry,” he says, his voice still raspy from the night’s sleep. “I can’t remember a time when I’ve slept like that. I-I have insomnia.”

“Oh,” you nod sympathetically. “I’m glad I stayed over then.”

Arthur gives you a small smile. Your caring demeanor felt fresh and generous compared to the other residents of Gotham. But it’s only for a job, he reminded himself, he hired you. At that thought, panic arose in him.

“I don’t have the money to pay you for all the time you spent here,” he says, looking at a clock that read 9:23 AM.

“Don’t worry about it. It was my fault anyway. Pete will be in contact with you about how to pay for the session.”

Arthur hopes his disappointed look wasn’t too obvious; he honestly didn’t want you to leave. Even so, he walks you to the door and gives you one last small smile.

"I hope this isn’t the last time I’ll be seeing you,“ you say, returning his smile.

He blushes slightly, ducking his head. "It won’t be.”

—

Arthur has never been so happy strolling through the streets of Gotham on his way to Ha-Ha’s. The subway ride was surprisingly uneventful and the sun was still out—an unusual occurrence for the dark and somber city. Although, Arthur wondered if the city was actually that uninviting, or his change in scenery was due to the happenings of the night and early morning.

When Arthur gets to work, everything runs smoothly. Randall’s jokes never cease, but this time, they don’t bother him as much. There’s a lightness in his steps as he carries out the rest of his shift at Gotham City Children’s Hospital.

The real trouble comes on his way home; he chalks it up to bad luck—his day going “too well.” A few teenagers poking fun at his make-up, messing with his clown cap, and causing him to hold his throat as he chokes out unwanted laughter. When he returns to his apartment, his steps are less light than before—the stress of the evening finally catching up with him.

His hands reach for the phone before he can stop himself, and dial the number for CuddleBuddy. This time, the process is short. He only has to ask for you, and the next session is booked. Luckily, you didn’t have any previous arrangements tonight.

“They were harassing you, Arthur, you should tell someone,” you say, once you are cuddled up with Arthur again for the night. “People can’t treat you like that.”

“Yes, they can,” Arthur mumbled. “There’s nobody to tell, Y/N. Everybody is just mean.”

“Not everyone,” you say against his chest. “Your not.”

He only hums as a response, before glancing over towards the kitchen.

“Would you like to eat something? I could, um, make dinner,” he suggests.

“Are you paying for more of my time if I say yes,” you jokingly ask.

Arthur stumbles over his words. Of course, he thought. Payment. He just had to keep reminding himself that he was paying for your time; you were not here voluntarily.

“R-right. I’m sorry,” Arthur apologized. “Let’s just stay here then.”

“I was kidding. Dinner actually sounds nice,” you smile.

You both get up and make your way to the kitchen. For the next thirty minutes, you watch him as he whips around the kitchen, making dinner. You offered to help, but he insisted that he had it. By the time it’s done, and in your mouth, you were pleasantly surprised.

“Mmm,” you moan. Arthur was a damn good cook, and it showed. You were too focused on the food in front of you to notice Arthur’s cheeks turning a bright red color.

Poor Arthur sat on the other side of the table, his ears burning from the small noise of pleasure you let out. How was it possible for one to sound so melodic, he wondered.

“Do you like it?” He asks, despite knowing the answer.

“I do. It’s really good,” you say. “Any chance you want to be a chef?”

“No, actually, I’m pursuing a career in comedy,” he says proudly.

“Maybe I can hear some of your routine sometime.”

“Maybe.”

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. You two shared Gotham horror stories, talked about family, and discussed mental illness in-depth. Arthur told you about the parts of himself that troubled him and society’s inability to understand. Your eyes stayed on Arthur the entire time, even after he got up to put away the dishes. His tan long-sleeve shirt, paired with his baggy pajama bottoms, made him look incredibly adorable. You tried to stop your mind from thinking anything like that about the man. After all, he only hired you for a job. But you couldn’t help it if his curls fell around his face in the most perfect way, or his smile shined with warmth when talking to you, or his eyes—God, his eyes—looked so lovely in every light possible.

When he’s done washing the dishes, you both return to the living room to resume the session. You move to sit back on the couch, but Arthur stays standing, shifting back and forth nervously.

“Can we, um, can we move this to the bedroom?”

You arch an eyebrow at his statement. “Really?”

His eyes become frantic as he moves to explain further. “I-I mean, instead of the couch. We could, you know, cuddle on the bed. I- I definitely did not mean…”

He trails off, and you giggle before getting up. “I know what you meant Arthur, relax.”

He nods relieved. He gestures for you to follow, leading you to what you presume is the bedroom. As you enter, your eyes glance around to the flower-covered walls before landing on the soft-looking blankets that lay across the bed. You don’t waste any time standing; you climb in next to Arthur, letting your limbs tangle in the same way they had earlier in the evening.

Your fingers graze his slender figure; the feeling of his warm shirt against your fingertips was enough to make you shiver. He brought the blankets up over you both, still hesitating as his arms rested back against you gently.

“Tell me about Ha-Ha’s. I don’t mean your shitty co-workers or rude boss; I want to know what you love about it. What makes you happy about working there?”

“I like making kids smile,” he says softly.

“Does that happen a lot?”

“Yeah. Sometimes they’re just walking past me, sometimes I visit the children’s hospital.”

Your heart melted at the mental image of Arthur, fully dressed in his clown make-up, interacting with the kids. His clown persona, who he mentioned was named Carnival, was something that you’d love to see.

You could feel the smile on his face when he spoke his next words.

“I get to sing and dance with them,” he says. “They never look at me funny for dancing.”

“That’s amazing, Arthur,” you tell him. “I bet you’re really good with them.”

“You know, you could come with me sometime,” he suggests. “They wouldn’t mind.”

You nod slightly before letting your eyes fall closed. You both lay in silence, taking in each other’s shallow breathing. A calm sensation that Arthur’s never experienced washed over him. The rise and fall of your head on his chest worked to ease his anxiety about the subway events. He still couldn’t fully relax in your hold, which is why he stayed quiet about his wish for you to pull him closer. Almost as if you read his mind, your arms tightened around his midsection as you snuggled further into his embrace.

“Arthur,” you say quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to be friends?”

The room fell silent. You didn’t want him to feel pressured to say yes, but you wanted to give him time to think it over. After talking to him about his decision to hire you, plus his lack of physical intimacy, you could only assume that the man doesn’t have many or quite possibly any people he considers a friend.

“You want to be my friend?”

You pick your head up off his chest, gazing into his pools of green that are filled with curiosity and disbelief. You don’t even have to think twice before nodding your head.

“I do,” you say. “Do you want to?”

“I do.”

—

The next few weeks are gone before Arthur realizes it. Not only is he able to see you every other day, but his cuddle sessions haven’t stopped simply due to your budding friendship. As the weekend approaches, he uses his time off work to go pick up his medications as well as see his social worker, Debra Kane. Although the process was no different—Arthur sat down, she asked if he brought his journal, she made a few remarks about some of the content, then asked about his job—his experience seemed to be a lot more rewarding.

“I have a friend,” Arthur all but beamed at the woman. “Her name is Y/N.”

“Arthur, have you thought any more about the prompts I gave you for last week’s journal writing?”

“She thought that I was wanting to become a chef, which is funny because I’m actually trying to be a comedian,” he says, disregarding Debra’s question. “She wants to hear my routine.”

“That’s certainly good,” the social worker comments offhandedly. “Are you experiencing any kind of negative thinking?”

Arthur laughs a little, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. He slides one out of the box, rests it on his lips, and lights it. Some things never change, he thinks to himself.

As Debra probes him with more questions he hears every week, his mind wanders back to you. He can nearly see you on the other side of the room—watching, smiling, waving. He doesn’t want to get caught up in his perceived idea of you, though; he only wants to keep you in his reality.

Arthur thinks back to his childhood—images of him sitting alone in the school cafeteria flash through his mind. For once in his life, he had somebody besides his mother, who seemed to care about him. He had a few boys in his early years that tried to befriend him, but upon learning his idiosyncrasies and hearing his booming laugh echoed through the quiet halls, they quickly turned their back on him, leaving young Arthur to wonder what went wrong.

When he was old enough to work, he was out trying to help his mom keep up with rent. He took odd jobs with quick payouts to hold on to their life in Gotham city. By this time, Arthur stopped trying to make friends all together. He knew the things he needed to do to keep surviving in a city like Gotham, and going out of his way to get rejected again wasn’t one of them.

After leaving the social work office, he arrives home feeling both excited and apprehensive. His trip down memory lane had brought the feelings he held towards friendships up to the surface. You were bound to realize what a freak he was at some point; he wonders how long it will take you to figure it out.

A knock on the door brings him out of his thoughts. He’s even more surprised to see you on the other side when he opens it.

“Oh, hey,” Arthur says.

“Hey,” you repeat.

“Did we have a session booked?”

“No, no,” you tell him. “I just thought we could hang out—if you wanted to that is. Sorry to just drop by.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” he steps aside and lets you into the apartment. You make your way to the couch, and Arthur follows behind you. He stops short of sitting down and asks if you want anything to eat or drink. You decline his offer and pat the seat next to you.

“Come sit.”

He sits next to you stiffly, rubbing his hand over his bouncing leg. You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering why the man is so fidgety all of a sudden. Maybe you made him uncomfortable by showing up, you told yourself. He did say it was okay, though.

Before you could mull over your thoughts, Arthur broke the silence.

“Do you want to watch a movie? Um, or I could show you my stand-up routine? Or we could do something else. What do you want to do?”

You chuckle at his line of questions while tilting your head at him. “Watching a movie sounds fun, and I’d love to hear your routine.”

He immediately gets up and sprints to the bedroom, leaving you on the couch to smile at his behavior. He surely was adorable.

When he comes back, he’s dangling a few VHS tapes in one hand, and holding a journal in the other. You watch as he resumes his spot next to you and lays out the tapes onto the table.

“You can choose a movie, and I’ll pick out some of my jokes,” he says. You look over the different films ranging from “A woman of Paris” —a Charlie Chaplin feature— to one made by Ernst Lubitsch called “A Shop Around the Corner.” You finally land on one titled “Duck Soup” and pick it up to hand to Arthur.

“Good choice,” he gives you a small smile. “This is actually a comedy and a musical. This goofy man named Rufus—you’re going to like him—he becomes president of his country. The country beside them thinks Rufus is awful so they try and start a war. It- it doesn’t sound much like a comedy, but I swear it is.”

Your lips curved upwards, and your eyes twinkled with amusement. As you listened to Arthur go into extensive detail about the movie’s plot, you found your eyes dropping to his lips. As they moved with every word, you noticed how soft they looked despite them being slightly cracked. You wondered what it would be like to kiss-

“Y/N,” Arthur jarred you from your thoughts. “Is everything okay?”

Your face flushes red at being caught staring. You’re not sure if Arthur knew where you were looking, but he sure as heck knew you were distracted.

“Everything’s fine,” you reassure him. “It’s just been a long day. Did you want to show me some jokes?”

You gesture towards the journal still in his hands, and he smiles instantly. It takes a bit for Arthur to feel relaxed while presenting his material to you, but once he made you laugh a few times, he gained the confidence needed to finish. You were pleasantly surprised at the jokes he had come up with for the routine; they molded perfectly to your sense of humor and left you nearly in tears every time. You weren’t sure if they were actually that funny, or if you just wanted the beaming smile Arthur would shoot you after he made you erupt in laughter to stay there.

After nearly an hour of joke-telling went by, and some convincing on your part, you persuaded Arthur to put on the movie—insisting that you were not tired.

The film opens up with the flag of Freedonia—the country the movie takes place in. Straight from the beginning, you’re already invested in the storyline; your eyes carefully watch every movement on the screen, and you laugh when you finally meet Rufus—the new president of Freedonia. Rufus was just as Arthur made him out to be: goofy. As you watch the story unfold, you can tell why Arthur likes this movie so much. You look over to see if he’s smiling at the screen, only to see that he is, in fact, smiling, but not at the television. No, he is smiling directly at you.

You give him a questioning glance, and he ducks his head, immediately apologizing.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I was looking at you,” he explains.

“So? You’re allowed to look at me,” you chuckle, and his eyes meet yours again.

“I am?”

You can almost feel his breath from how close you’re sitting to him on the couch. Your shoulders are pressed together, while your thighs lay side by side. As a cuddler, you’ve been much closer to Arthur than you are right now, but somehow, this particular time feels more intimate than the others. Later, you’ll blame it on hormones, or maybe even your own mental stability, but just as Arthur was about to repeat his words, you leaned in and pressed your lips right against his.

The kiss didn’t last long, though. As soon as you felt the man tense up under your touch, you nearly flew off of him, sliding yourself to the other end of the couch.

“Shit. Fuck, Arthur. I am so sorry. That was so out of line for me to do. I wasn’t even thinking,” you slide your hand over your face, afraid to look over at Arthur in case he was glaring at you. “I should go.”

He didn’t say anything, and you assumed that was your cue to leave. You cursed yourself for being so brainless as you got up from the couch. As your hand reached for the door, you heard Arthur’s laughter from behind you. You felt tears sting your eyes as you left his apartment feeling foolish.

He found it funny; you found it heartbreaking.

Arthur scrambled to get up as he saw you leaving. His hand held tightly to his throat, as harsh chokes of laughter came barreling out of his mouth. He stopped just shy of the door, nearly toppling over as he tried to force himself to swallow the laughter. By the time he got the door open, you were gone.

He forced a pained smile at the empty hallway, turning back and shoving the door closed. The voices of his past cried out to him as he paced around the living room. You’re such a freak. What’s so fuckin’ funny? You were born by mistake. As more torments flew through his mind, Arthur stopped in front of the wall to lean his head against it. He didn’t know why you left in such a hurry, but he assumed it had something to do with him. He lifted his head back and slammed it against the wall with a sickening thump. Bang. You caused this. Bang. You made her feel like that. Bang. It’s your fault. Bang, bang, bang.

He slid down the wall, a single tear dropping from his eye, and just sat there. He couldn’t even feel his head throbbing; the pain in his heart was too high.

—

Days went by, and Arthur hadn’t heard from you. He picked up the phone several times to try and call your workplace, CuddleBuddy, but couldn’t bring himself to dial the number. He was too afraid of what you’d say when you had the chance. Not even a full month of friendship, and he’s already lost you. When he does get the courage to call the company, he’s only let down once again by the latest news.

“Sorry, man. Y/N quit a few days ago,” Pete tells him.

“Q-quit?”

“Yeah, she pulled her profile down from the bulletin, and said she was moving on.”

Arthur panics. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How would he get in touch with you now? Would he ever see you again?

He runs a hand through his curly locks before asking, “How can I reach her?”

“Uh, I’m not really supposed to give out her information, man.”

“But- but it’s Arthur. Arthur Fleck. I’ve been calling to book sessions for the last month.”

“Yeah, I know,” the man on the other line sighs. “But I don’t know who you are. I can’t really tell some guy her private business.”

“I’m not some guy! She’s my friend,” Arthur reasons. “Please.”

Pete groans and mumbles a 'fine’ before rattling of your address.

“If she ends up murdered tomorrow, I’m telling the police it was you.”

Arthur thanked him and chuckled lightly at the joke—assuming it was a joke. He took the piece of paper, which carried the address he had just scrawled down, and raced out the door. He grabbed the subway, recognizing your place to be near the Children’s hospital that he worked at occasionally. Once he was standing in front of what he had hoped was your apartment, his nerves were at an all-time high.

He was scared of rejection, scared of seeing your disgusted, disappointed, or aggravated face along with any words that might follow.

After three timid knocks, he waits patiently for you to open the door. When the door does swing open, he was met with an expression he wasn’t expecting—shock.

“Hi,” he utters shyly.

“Hi.”

Your heart thumps in your chest wildly at the view in front of you. You couldn’t believe Arthur was standing in your doorway right now; you half-expected this to be a dream. After you left his apartment that night, you felt the lightness you’ve been feeling for the past couple weeks drain from your body, only to be replaced by tightness in your chest and a dulling ache in your heart.

“You quit,” Arthur says, breaking the silence that loomed over you both.

“I did,” you open the door wider, letting Arthur walk into your apartment. He takes a look around, noting that the decorations you have chosen seem to be very you. He wants to marvel more at his surroundings, but instead, he turns back to you.

“I tried to book a session, but you quit,” he says, a hint of resentment in his voice. “Why would you do that?”

You sigh, offering him a small shrug. The ache in your heart hasn’t gone away, not since you saw him last. You wanted to give him a real explanation, but you didn’t want to bring up the kiss. You were afraid that his balled-up fist, quick-paced breathing, and twitching nose —all of which happened when the man felt anger— would be the result of your careless and selfish action.

“Why are you here, Arthur?”

“I- I want to know why you quit.”

“Because I knew you’d call,” you admitted. “I knew you’d call because that’s who you are.”

You sniffle quietly; the tears that have been threatening to fall since Arthur showed up were now spilling down your cheeks like a river.

“I didn’t want to see you,” you wiped harshly at your face.

Arthur gave you a troubled look. His expression was soft, but his eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

“Please don’t be upset,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

You gave him a bewildered look. “You’re …sorry? What on Earth are you sorry about?”

He only shrugged, so you took a deep breath and continued with what you had to say.

“I kissed you,” you looked away, still ashamed at the way you handled the situation. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess I just felt like I should in the moment; it was completely wrong of me. I apologize.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Y/N,” he mutters while fumbling with the zipper of his tan jacket. “I- I liked it.”

You smile sadly at him. “You don’t have to lie. I’ll be okay. We can continue being friends if you want; I just need some time.”

“But I’m not lying,” he says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

"You- you laughed at me, Arthur,“ you whisper before chewing on your bottom lip, tears welling up in your eyes once again.

"I didn’t!”

Arthur tried his hardest to hold in whatever laughter that was always on the surface and bubbling over. He didn’t want to leave you feeling upset again, and he surely didn’t want you to think he was disregarding or making fun of your feelings.

“I have a condition,” he says. At your confused look, he shuffles around in his pants pocket to pull out one of his cards. He hands it to you, bracing himself for your reaction.

“Oh,” you say, reading the front before flipping it over and skimming over the back. “So- so you weren’t laughing at me?”

“No! I would never. Not unless you made a joke.” Arthur assures you before pausing. “Did you?”

“I would never,” you repeat to him. Both of you stay unspeaking, taking in the words that the other has said. You wanted to talk more about what happened, but you didn’t want to cross any more lines in the relationship.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?”

You nodded weakly.

“Why did you kiss me? Is that what friends are supposed to do?”

“No, Arthur,” you look solemnly at him. “Friends don’t do that.”

"I didn’t think so,“ he says. "So, why would you? ”

You shrug half-heartedly. “I don’t know. I think you’re funny.”

His eyes search yours for some clarification, but he finds none. “You kissed me because you think I’m funny?”

“Yes,” you say. “and because you’re sweet and easy to talk to, and- and handsome.”

Your face heated up at your comment, but there was no taking it back now. Arthur’s face matched yours, and he stumbled over his words to try and respond.

“What- what does this mean?”

He was pretty sure he knew what it meant; he’s seen enough movies to know precisely what it meant. However, he couldn’t be too careful. The mere thought of him getting it wrong, and you—his only friend in Gotham—leaving was too much for him to handle.

“I think you know what it means, Arthur,” you say to him.

“Can you please just tell me?”

You exhale. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Although you didn’t directly answer his question, it was almost better. He didn’t waste a single second before nodding his head.

“Yes, I’d like that,” Arthur musters up every ounce of courage he has and slides his arms around you in a hesitant embrace. You hug him back tightly, encouraging him to do the same. You stand there for the next couple minutes, the events of the last couple days catching up with you both. “Can we- can we kiss again?”

You pull back enough to look at him, your lips curving into a smile. “Thought you’d never ask.”

You lean into him, capturing his lips in a slow kiss. You could feel your heart explode with emotions; Arthur’s lips timidly sliding over yours as his hands came up to rest on your cheeks. When you pulled apart, you looked at Arthur with his crimson cheeks and slightly swollen lips, and you couldn’t think of anything or anyone more beautiful than the man in front of you.

“When can we do that again?”

You giggle at his question, your eyes sporting a playful gleam. “Well, if you were my boyfriend, we could do that all of the time.”

“Okay,” he agrees, and you nearly choke on the air around you.

“R-really? Arthur, do you understand what I just said?”

He nods, and you explore his face for any trace of uncertainty or humor, but there is none. He was completely serious.

“Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

“No,” he huffs. “I’ve spent my whole life thinking that the same apartment, the same questions from my social worker, and the same people were going to hold me back forever. I don’t want to be held back.”

You bite your lip, wondering how you’re ever going to keep this relationship going if he’s always this damn adorable.

“Okay,” you smile at him, not being able to control your happiness.

“So, Y/N,” he looks at you shyly, with a small smirk in place.

“Yes, Arthur?”

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, does that mean I get cuddle sessions for free?”

You laugh, playfully swatting him on the arm as joy tugged at the corners of his lips too.

And you both thought to yourselves, how did I get so lucky?

#joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix joker #joaquin phoenix x reader #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x you #joker imagine #joker x reader #joker x you #joker 2019

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rosesloveletters · 4 years ago

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Innocent.

pairing: Joaquin Phoenix Joker x Fem. Reader

word count: 2,236

warnings: language (???) and angst

summary: A song-fic based on Taylor Swift’s ‘Innocent’; Arthur has come to terms with his new persona and reader begins to accept it as well.

“I guess you really did it this time. Left yourself in your warpath. Lost your balance on a tightrope. Lost your mind tryin’ to get it back…”

Arthur stood staring into the mirror above the sink as he waited for the shower to heat up. He frowned at the face staring back at him, barely visible in the steam collecting on the cool glass, and the face in the mirror reciprocated. He didn’t recognize his own visage anymore. That face had seen too much evil; too much blood, murder, carnage… Too many people could put a name to that face now and it angered him. People knew who he was only because of who he had let himself become and that was just as frustrating. He knew there was no real point in an attempt at a normal life because of that. He didn’t have a chance at that anymore. No matter how long a person runs, they can never escape themselves. Arthur didn’t believe in that too much until he became someone else. He might be the Joker now, but he would never shed the skin and bone that belonged to Arthur. Arthur Fleck would always remain, no matter how much he hated that fact.

And so maybe it didn’t matter that he hadn’t been able to sleep worth a damn for the last week or two? What of it? Who was responsible for fixing that problem? Well, certainly nobody but himself, obviously. The government had cut out nearly every free of cost program for people in need to receive help. His insomnia had been last on his list of issues, not that he really had any idea which of his supposed issues held the most importance. What came first was never determined and he never even had a chance to before every sliver of help was ripped away. At first it was like getting the wind knocked out of his lungs but now he didn’t give a damn. He had made a list in his decrepit diary of all the things that had once plagued him, invisible to the rest of the world. But he didn’t wish to revisit it. He didn’t like the idea that there might be something wrong with him.

He knew he wasn’t normal. People didn’t think he knew that he wasn’t normal, but he did. Maybe he didn’t care or maybe he just didn’t think he deserved to be turned into their villain, but if that was what they wanted then by hell or high water he would give it to them. Maybe he wanted to play their game all along and become the product of their malfeasance. So many thoughts went through his head day in and day out that he had easily filled every page and every line in that diary. But then he stopped. Things didn’t bother him the way they used to. Not after he had killed Randall, and then Murray. Not with you by his side and the city on its knees. Things were easier now. He didn’t worry about living a normal life or having a job or paying rent or feeding himself or sleeping. He did what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it. He didn’t feel confined by society anymore. He could finally be nothing but himself. He never wanted you to feel like you had to solve his problems for him. You were not responsible for providing him with what a doctor should have.

You passed by the bathroom door and caught sight of him staring at himself in the mirror. You paused before you knocked on the door quietly, too nervous to fully enter without letting him know you were there, “Artie..baby?” you gingerly approached him so you wouldn’t startle him. He seemed distant and concentrating on something you probably wouldn’t understand. Even if you didn’t understand him you always tried to. You were perhaps the only person in Gotham city who was not afraid of him. But you knew Arthur better than anyone. He was gentle and sweet, with gorgeous round eyes and soft lips and a wicked tongue that whispered loving words into your ear every night just as your eyelids were growing heavy. He was innocent and could get embarrassed easily. He provided for you the best he could and he was proud of how well he could take care of you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“Yes, kitten?”

He had turned to you somehow without you even knowing. His eyes were the same as they had always been. Gentle. Soft. Open. Nearly childlike. He was so very patient whenever he spoke to you. Maybe it was your own timid personality that swayed him to take that position with you, but he was soft-spoken as well most of the time. Not so much as you, but soft enough that those who weren’t would walk all over him. It irked him the way that people did that and he wanted to speak out and make it stop but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough and he would stumble over sentences and get so angry he couldn’t say the right thing sometimes and then the laughter would start. Oh how he hated that.

But you comforted him like you always did. That made it better. He liked the way you would pet his hair and remind him to breathe. Your hand would slide down the length of his arm, fingers gently searching for his own, while you whispered sweet comforting words to him. You were the only person who had ever made him feel so loved and so frozen in time, in a good way, frozen inside a moment in which he never wanted to leave. You made him feel like a real person and that was all he had ever really wanted. He was a person. A living, breathing human being. With a heartbeat. He was alive. He only ever felt that way when he was with you. He never had to hide who he was around you. You never made him feel isolated or ridiculed him for his condition. You comforted him whenever he needed it the most. He could rely on you when he couldn’t even rely on himself. You also accepted and embraced his new Joker persona. It was him. You held no argument with him coming to terms with his own self. He might have been the product of society, coupled with neglect, abuse and his own unfortunate mental illness. But you loved him. Why should he receive any less love?

It made you sick to think about it sometimes. All in all, you understood it now. In their eyes he was a cold-blooded killer. But what you saw was a gentle, slightly malnourished and beaten-down young man who was so wide-eyed and trying to do his best in the world with the life that had been given to him. Not everyone got to live a fortunate, safe, and comfortable life. But Arthur always tried to make the best of things. No matter how he tried to struggle by and remain a functional member of society, it wasn’t enough for people. It was disgusting how they treated him. Injustice didn’t sit well with you anyway, but it made you feral that it was centered around your partner. And the way people had laughed at him… You wanted to scream. People thought he was too stupid to realize they were laughing at him. Arthur wasn’t stupid. He knew people were laughing, maybe he just didn’t know why. You hated the way the world treated him and the only way you could think to rationalize his reaction was that it was karma for how they’d treated him. He couldn’t be the only one the city had done this to. The revolt happening in the city was your answer. Clearly poor Arthur was their king because he was the only one who had fought back. After all this time, he fought back. In spite of the outcome, you were proud of him.

Was this how the city treated its poor and it’s unfortunate and it’s mentally ill citizens? What kind of city was this? Gotham was trash as far as you were concerned. Gotham was trash for hurting your Artie.

“You had a question?”

You had almost forgotten that you had asked for Arthur’s attention and his gentle prompting caught you off guard, “uh…” you stammered, a soft blush rising on your cheeks, “is everything alright?”

Arthur nodded slowly and he tilted his head as he examined you. He liked the curves of your body. Little innocent Arthur wouldn’t know how to phrase what he liked and what he didn’t without getting embarrassed and almost having a laughing fit. He couldn’t put it so bluntly. But Joker could. Joker liked your wide hips and bright eyes and soft breasts. Joker wasn’t afraid to grab you, touch you any way he liked. Joker could be rough and demanding. Never mean or angry with you, just stronger. More capable. More him. Arthur, but free of constraints. Free from his complex mind, in a way. Free to be something he always wanted to be. Free to love you so deeply and more passionately than ever. Free.

“Everything’s fine, kitten. Why wouldn’t it be?”

You gave a light shrug, “well, the police are looking for you, for one thing. And two, the whole city is burning. Are we even safe anymore, Arthur?”

The corner of his eye twitched, “it’s Joker, darling. Please.” He didn’t want to be Arthur anymore. The world hated that man when it had no reason to.Jokerwas born out of hate. Joker would live on in the world the way Joker was meant to.

“I’m serious!” Your voice reached high pitched octaves at the end of your little squeal, “they’re after us now. Really, reallyafter us this time Artie.”

Arthur let out a soft, calming breath. He didn’t need to live in fear any longer and neither did you. He was done letting life happen to him. He was going to fight back and create his own reality. He was tired of letting society determine who he was. He had gotten revenge on the people in his life who had wronged him. He was forging his own path now and he had you to accompany him on this new journey. He didn’t want to be alone anymore and he didn’t want to feel so bad all the time. Thanks to Joker and you, of course, he didn’t. He had a purpose. He had a meaning and he had excitement and he was wanted. The only person who had wanted Arthur was you and so he was okay with being your Arthur, even if that man was dead to the rest of the world.

“You know I’ll keep you safe, little one,” Arthur smiled softly at you, pet your hair when you came close enough for him to touch, “don’t worry.”

You didn’t budge from his hold on you and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as carefully as he could. You wanted to be close to him. Arthur seemed different now, but not in a bad way for you. He was even more protective than he had been before. Arthur wasn’t extremely tall or muscular, but he would have always fought to protect you and it made you feel safe knowing that.

He kissed your hair and rubbed your back, thanking his lucky stars that he had met you when he did. You came into his life just at the right time and pulled him out of his long-term loneliness and depression, first as a dear friend, but then it quickly evolved into something deeper and more intimate. At first he had tried to fight it off, not wanting to admit what you meant to him and living in fear that you would leave him and abuse him just like everyone else in his life had. But as time went by he found himself more and more comfortable with you and soon you spent every waking hour together. You were all he needed and he loved you more than life itself.

His mind wandered and the thought of him losing you felt like a stab in the gut. He cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of the feeling of wanting to cry.

He looked down at you, tucked peacefully against his body, so beautiful in the dingy bathroom light and he hugged you tight to him, not wanting to ever let you go.

“Arthur, if this is our life now, then I’m okay with it,” you whispered to him softly, “this is so new and different and…it scares me a lot. But it doesn’t scare me as much as the thought of losing you does, so…I’m all in.”

Arthur felt a flower of hope begin to blossom in his chest. This was all new to him too, after all. But now knowing that you weren’t going to run from him in terror, he could relax even more and truly accept himself for good. You weren’t leaving him. Not then. Not now. Not Ever. Arthur held you against him a little tighter, then.

The next time you called him by his old name, he did not correct you.

“Who you are is not what you did. You’re still an innocent…”

#౨ৎ::biblio::౨ৎ

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years ago

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DC Movies Masterlist

Laugh (any Joker x fem!reader x any Batman)

Muffled Laughter (any Joker x fem!reader x any Batman) (Laugh Part 2)

Her Laugh (any Joker x fem!reader x any Batman) (Laugh Final Part)

JOKER PLAYLIST

Arthur Fleck

ARTHUR FLECK PLAYLIST

Bus Ride

Ruin It

No Way

Move In

Late

Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne

Best Friends

Shooting Star*

First Names

Waiting Up

Valentine’s

Mexican Food

Kidnapping

Art Show

A-Z NSFW

Sleeping

Gala

Spending the holidays with Bruce

‘I love you’ ‘I know’

Affection

Robert Pattinson! Bruce Wayne

BRUCE WAYNE PLAYLIST

Pinky Promise

Eyes

Interview

Batmobile*

Bruises

Stay Home

Niece

Hold

Neck Kisses

Bruce with an affectionate reader

Drunk Bruce

Reader who’s not afraid to stand up for herself

Reader who doesn’t like bats

Harley Quinn

Eggs and Toast

Poly relationship with her and Rick Flag

Jonathan Crane

Stitches

Rick Flag

RICK FLAG PLAYLIST

Night Out

Waller

Warm Showers

Already Married

Colonel Flag*

My Girl

Don’t Bother*

Out of Prison

Poly relationship with him and Harley

Kissing hcs

NSFW hcs*

Adrian Chase

One Week

Hash Browns

Good Husbands

Mornings (with Matt Murdock)

Asking for a kiss on his lap

Dating him and Matt Murdock

NSFW hcs with him and Matt Murdock

#bruce wayne x reader #Arthur fleck x reader

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soulsdontbreaktheybeeend · 5 years ago

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Words < Actions | Arthur Fleck x You

I saw this gif set of Arthur (by @liagreycrow) and imagined he would be looking at me like this, figuring out what else he could have said in that moment it’s not so different than in the movie lmao and I came up with this little scenario. I love this side of Arthur so much. SO intimidating it does so many things to me omfg. I’m sure you already know which scene I’m talking about, but here have a look at it again, because ughh. Please go have a look at it before reading this. It helps to get in the right mood. https://liagreycrow.tumblr.com/post/190462679051

NSFW!, fem!reader and a bit angst

Words: 3,906

It was already close to midnight as you opened the door to your apartment. Eager to embrace your love in your arms after another hard and exhausting day at your workplace. Arthur had been on your mind this whole day. Even stronger than every other day. You couldn’t wait for him to pull you close, warming your empty form up from the inside with his love. It was all you needed after returning home. And you really needed it today. You needed him. No food, alcohol nor a hot shower to release your tight muscles could make you feel any better today. Temporarily they would help, yes. But nothing could ever quite make you feel as grounded and as calm as Arthur did. Arthur was all your basic needs.

The frown you were wearing on your face through the whole day was slightly brightening up, when you saw him sitting at the small table in the corner of the living room. He was smoking, wearing his green-blue sweater which you liked so much on him. Every so often you had been telling him how handsome he looked in that sweater which highlighted his mesmerizing eyes even more. Walking over to him, you almost didn’t notice how tense he was. Almost. Usually he would have embraced you right at the door after it clicked open. Albeit it wouldn’t be big news for you if he had had a bad day, too. Still fighting with it, deep in his thoughts. In moments like this, both of you were always trying to make the other one feel better. Even if one didn’t feel like it, because there was so much going on in your minds. Yet the both of you had always been finding a way to slowly pull each other out of your well of sorrow. And if it was only to dive back down the following day, you would repeat climbing the wall of this well together. Always together.

Arthur didn’t appear to stand up, so you decided to walk over to him. From behind him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your chest pressed against his sharp shoulder blades, hands exploring his chest, rubbing it soothingly. You hummed at the relieved sensation of feeling his body close to yours, as he took another drag of his cigarette. Breathing in his scent, you moved your head to the crook of his neck, kissing the soft skin there. You breathed a whispered “Hi.” while you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Arthur didn’t response. Hmm Arthur didn’t response at all. When he usually could not wait to get his hands on any part of your body, just to make sure your presence is all real, he hadn’t touched you, hell he didn’t even take a glimpse at you since you entered the apartment.

“Arthur?” You let go of your hold on him, gently caressing his shoulder, facing him now. “Hey… what is it?” You offered him to talk to you about what was going on. It was more than clear to you there was something bothering him, a lot. Arthur just sat there and looked down at the floor. You could see his lips turn into a slight smile, which almost made you smile, too, until you noticed it looked nothing like a genuine smile. It was ironic. Almost derided, at the question you had just been asking him. If it wasn’t for the now haunting silence in the apartment, you wouldn’t have heard the whispered “Fuck”, leaving his lips. Ashes fell onto the floor, as he took one last drag of his cigarette.

Still Arthur looked down at the floor, searching there in its worn texture for calm words. He loved you so deeply and with all his being that it hurt him how he felt in this moment. He never wanted to feel any kind of anger towards you. He knew you loved him as much as he did. He had felt it every day, every time your lips touched his own slightly or fiery, the way you looked at him smiling genuinely in relief and anticipation to be held by his warm embrace after a hard and exhausting day at work. He felt it in every moment the both of you shared a laugh. Every morning right before you’d wake up, he’d be up already, just to see your peacefully beautiful face surrounded by the uprising sunlight falling into your shared bedroom. And oh- how he loved those mornings, when you would open your eyes slowly for the first time of the new day, moaning softly. With sleepy eyes would you search for his face, for you longed it to be the first thing to see after your long dark night without it.

Nevertheless, tonight his anxieties got the better of him. He had had yet another awful day at work. All he needed was to come home. You were working late tonight and for Arthur your shared apartment only really felt like home with your presence surrounding it.

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He figured you’d be home any minute as he stood by the window in the living room peeking out, hoping to see you walk upon the building complex rather sooner than later. And there you were. Walking down the street with your arms crossed in front of your chest trying to shield yourself from the freezing wind. Finally, Arthur thought, the corner of his mouth slightly turning upwards.

Unfortunately, that only lasted for a few seconds. His eyes widened as he saw a tall man approaching you from behind, grabbing you by your upper arm turning you around to face him. Arthur already saw himself running down the stairs to help you get away from this stranger, as he felt himself freeze in a shocked stiffness. After the tall man had turned your body around to face him, Arthur could see the both of you argue over something he obviously couldn’t hear. You were then shaking your head no as you turned your back on the man as of a sign to end the conversation. Once more his hand reached out to grab your arm, turning you around. Arthur couldn’t believe his eyes. That stranger wasn’t going for another conversation. Instead Arthur saw him grasp for your head, leaning down. Your hands had immediately come up. It looked like you were tugging the stranger even closer to you. Arthur felt a blazing fire rising inside him as he turned his back to the window. Hurt. Anger. His heart felt like it had been stabbed by thousands of sharp and blunt knives altogether.

_______________

You could see him knit his eyebrows, frowning as he pursed his thin lips, preparing himself to speak. He had tried hard to keep his scattered self calm tonight. So hard. So hard, for you. All he wanted, no needed tonight, was to hold you close to him. So close it would wash all the awfulness of the day away. Given the circumstances now, he had trouble to even think about holding you close to him. Was he still allowed to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you? On the contrary he felt the need to show you that only he could make you feel good. Feel so good, like all these times he made you moan so beautifully under his touch. Seeing you with another man like this, so close, so close in a way only he should be allowed to hold you. Fuck he even had his lips on yours. Arthur fought with himself in his mind. He loved you so deeply, he tried to convince himself that there must be an explanation for what he just witnessed.

„Who did you talk to?” Arthur finally looked up at you. He looked so intimidating in this moment. It sent cold shivers down your spine. Never had you seen this look on his face. It made you nervous in no good way. You felt yourself growing more and more insecure by the second you didn’t answer, your throat as a response to that getting dry. The silence in combination with this intense gaze he held on you, haunted you to the bone.

“What do you mean?” Your voice nothing but a whisper.

“Who did you talk to?”

He saw it

You sighed at the heaviness building in your chest, making it hard to breathe. Your organs tightening in your stomach as if they’re about to suffocate. The walls of your shared apartment, usually radiating back the warmth of your shared love, grew colder and colder, dangerously closing in on you. In addition, ironically you did feel a warmth growing inside you, which made you feel even more sick to your stomach, as it was nothing but a discomforting heat which seemed to burn your body from the inside.

But then he saw me punching him, too!

You gained new confidence by your thoughts.

“Oh Arthur, I’m sorry you had to see this. But I’m alright, darling.”

“You’re- you are… alright? Y/N, how can you be standing here, telling me to my face you are alright after what just happened outside?” His voice broke, “Do you not love me anymore?”

“What?! Baby, what are you talking about- of course I love you! Y’know I do. Why would you even-”

Silence.

Slowly it came to your mind.

“Wait… you saw me slapping his face, right?! Arthur? Arthur, look at me, please.” You cupped his cheeks, begging him to look you in the eyes.

“Did you see me punching him in the face?”

He shook his head as he looked down at the floor, “No. I turned away after I saw him kiss you.” Looking up, the intimidating gaze back in his eyes, “Who was he, Y/N?”

___________ Behind Arthurs back, for him not to see anymore, after the man had forcingly smashed his lips against yours, you finally succeeded to free yourself from his hold on you. You slapped the flat back of your hand right across the man’s face. Hard. The two rings on your fingers, helping with the intensity of the impact, leaving two visible red scratches on his cheek. While your intruding ex-boyfriend grunted and lifted his hands to cup his face, you rescued yourself into the safe foyer of the apartment building.

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Now you were the one looking at the floor, not able to withstand the burning look he held on you. You made your way over to him. As soon as you stood right in front of him, you reached out an arm. You grabbed Arthurs hand, signaling him to stand up. Come with me, love. Please. You sighed, sitting both of you down onto the couch. You took his hands into yours, placing a warm kiss on his knuckles before you laid them down on your lap, rubbing them gently.

“It was Eric.” You admitted.

“He seems to be back in Gotham. I was waiting at the subway station when I noticed him. Now I could tell he would’ve grabbed me then and there if it wasn’t for the other thirty people waiting there as well. I saw him getting into the same train, but he chose a different cabin. I hadn’t seen him in a long time now, so I stopped myself from interpreting too much into it. Now I wish I would’ve just run home.”

“What did he want?” “He… he said he missed me, I’d still be his and wants to get back together.” You said carelessly, putting more meaning into your following words. “But I- I don’t care about that. I don’t even wanna talk about it, Arthur. All I care about is us, is you. And I need you to believe me, that I didn’t want any of this.” Words left your mouth, but you were speaking to him with your whole body. Moving and shifting your torso along the emotions you felt running through your veins. Hands caressing and squeezing his, as a pleading for him to listen to you, to hear the deep love that lurked behind them. Your head wandered all over him, from his hands that you held in yours, to his face and eyes where you searched so desperately for understanding. Arthur’s intimidating look still lingered on his face, staring right into the depth of your soul through your eyes, before he let his gaze fall onto your intertwined hands, then slipping off to a point at the couch, to where he could process the words you just spoke.

You immediately wanted him to look at you again, though you choked under his particular gaze, but you couldn’t take it. You needed him to look at you.

“I didn’t want to see him again; I told you how things have been and ended with him. I didn’t want him to approach me like that. Fuck, above all, I didn’t want him to get his lips on mine ever again, I-“ Your voice broke, as you felt your eyes getting wet. You were searching for words to make him understand how much this situation hadn’t been in your interest. Only three did you find. I love you. I love you. I love you. So you said them out loud. “All this incident has shown me is… I love you, Arthur. So much. I wouldn’t even know how to start to describe how much I do. I don’t- I don’t think there are any words that could. I want to tell you, so bad, but… but I- ” You fought hopelessly with yourself.

“Show me.” His appeal almost overheard by your scattered self.

“What?” You breathed out.

“If you can’t tell, then show me, Y/N.”

You hadn’t noticed you were holding in a breath until you almost choked on his words, soaking in air hastily. With a gaze of disbelief, you studied his face for a sign you could make sure you had heard his words correctly. You had. You had found a sign, right there in his pleading darkened green eyes. Show me. Please. I need you to show me.

Not wasting a second, you cupped his cheeks. His skin felt so soothingly warm against your fragile, still slightly shaking and cold hands. Oh, they were always cold, and he’d always loved to warm them up for you with the heat of his own. You pressed your lips on his ever so slowly. So slowly you lost yourself in the sensation of the act right at the first touch. It’s you. It’ll always be only you. His lips on yours felt like a healing, cleansing off the disgust you had to experience on them earlier. Even though you hadn’t had a say in the situation earlier outside on the streets, you had felt guilt. Guilty of the cruel fact, someone else than Arthur had touched you in such an intimate way. With Arthur deepening the kiss you both moaned softly into, you could feel it all wash away. Taking Arthurs hand in yours, you broke the kiss, whispering, “I want to show you.”

With your fingers intertwined in his, you lead him to your shared bedroom. You stopped in front of the bed turning to face him. You pulled him in closer for another flaming kiss. Your hands slid over his torso all the way up to his hair. Firmly running your fingers through his thick brown locks, you walked him against the foot end of the bed, signaling him to let himself go.

Following him down onto the soft duvet covers you let your body lay down gently onto his, shoving your knee between the space of his legs, all the way up to meet his crotch. You could feel him harden just at that contact. Arthur always could’ve been in the saddest mood, the most devastating emotional state, but never did his body and mind have the slightest chance to resist your touch, to react to it in every way. Once again you draw him into a passionate slow kiss, which had Arthur groaning deeply. While you did so, you were slowly running a hand from his lower abdomen up to his neck in determination to let him feel your need and love for him. You wanted him to feel you. You wanted him to feel the never-ending, everyday-growing love you shared for him, on every inch of him. On every inch of his skin, until it would seep through his soft flesh into his very soul, so that there would be no way for it to ever leave him. “I want to feel you. All of you.” You whispered as you broke the kiss, one hand grabbing a fistful of his thick locks, longingly looking into his eyes. The heat radiating from your eyes, mirrored right back at you from his darkened green ones. Arthur understood your silent plea.

The moment your bare breasts came to touch with his bony chest made both of you gasp in a growing appetite for the tender touches of one another. Tonight you couldn’t quite tell him how deep and unconditional your love for him was, overwhelmed with many emotions mixed together, caused by this gloomy situation. But oh- did you show him. You rolled yourself up on Arthurs naked form as you started to caress every inch of his body. You could feel your love for him radiating from every single part of your body that touched Arthurs, like invisible flashes shooting their power right into every part of his body that touched yours. Your body slowly sliding down on his, not missing one spot on his torso to kiss, your hands gently supporting the affectionateness. Arthurs hand coming up to your hair, you felt his cock twitch against lower belly. Your body instantly reacting to it, you could feel yourself grow wet. The sensation of his fingertips fondling your scalp made you melt into his touch, your body building goosebumps. His grip on you encouraged you to continue your now open-mouthed kisses downwards. Reaching his waist, you placed kisses to his hip bone as your hand gently began to stroke his length, lowering yourself so your body filled the space between his legs.

After you took a moment to gaze up at him, you could tell he was feeling all the love you tried to burn into him. Lowering your head, you began to kiss his hardened cock from the very bottom all the way up to the tip. Arthur lost his grip on your hair caused by his pleasure, running it through his own disheveled hair, giving him the opportunity to have a clear view at your work. Kissing your way back down reaching the bottom, you replaced your lips on his soft skin there with your tongue. Ever so slowly licking his length bottom-up, lingering on the tip, swirling your tongue around it. Arthur moaned in pleasure as you took the tip in, slightly sucking, pressing your tongue against it, just to let go and repeat your passionate actions. As you licked your way back up to the tip, now leaking with pre-cum, you took more and more of him in, making your clit throb. You found your rhythm, as one of your hands complemented the movements of your mouth on him, stroking up and down his length so slowly. Both of Arthurs hands came to grasp at your hair, keeping you in place.

You could feel him growing close as his breathing increased. Looking up at him you were stopping yourself and you were stopping him from his release. Yes, you wanted to make him feel so good. But not yet and not like this. Gratitude, trust and dedication you had seen in his eyes. Silently telling you- You’re showing me. I can see. I feel you showing me.

But you wanted to show him even more. You wanted him to feel all of you. Caressing his torso again, you came up slowly to pull him into a tempting kiss, your lips swollen and warm from your work on his cock. While you deepened the kiss, your tongues danced a slow waltz, you lifted your body, placing each of your legs next to his waist. Reaching down with one hand pumping him up and down a few times. You placed him at your entrance, rubbing him soothingly against your wet folds to let him feel this was all for him. As you lowered your body onto him, you could feel your eyes flutter back into your head at the slightest contact of his tip slipping in. “Y/N…” Your name escaped Arthurs lips as the same thrilling streamed through his body. Savoring every inch ever so slowly, every second of the pleasure of him filling you up so good. You lowered yourself, leaning in for yet another passionate kiss, your tongue lovingly playing with his. Both of you moaned in audible pleasure. Your hands came down to his chest, lingering there for support as Arthur’s hold on your thighs grew stronger. The slowness of your movements up and down his length, made it almost too pleasurable for the both of you. Arthur and you too, found it more and more difficult to continue holding your gazes on one another. Your eyes kept closing shut as both of you came closer to your high, every breath echoing a pant.

“You do love me?” Arthur murmured. The way he pronounced it; you could hear he’d been almost convinced of it yet. Convinced by your actions, by every touch, every kiss and every look into his eyes, your adoration for him you tried so hard to show to him tonight. “More than…” Your moans grew louder, “I’ll ever be able to show you, darling.” Arthur gazed up at you, not able to speak up again, but you could read it from his darkened eyes. You could tell he believed you. You’d made him believe you and you had shown him in the most delicate way. Arthur understood and he wanted to show you that. He took over your rhythm still as slow as you had been working on him, moving his hips up and down, his length filling you up so good with each thrust. One of his hands made its way from your thigh down between your legs. His fingers pressing against your lower belly, while his thumb began to rub circles on your clit. Immediately you felt your stomach tighten. His touch on your bundle of nerves pushing you so close to reach your orgasm. “Arthur…” you panted, “Oh- oh god… fuck…yes…” Arthurs thrusts became slightly faster, sloppy even as he too was on the top of his high, moving his thumb faster, as you couldn’t hold back and begged him, “Please… please don’t stop-“ Your voice broke at the end of your plea in full extasy as both of you already reached your climax. You were a panting mess, your body collapsing onto his, burying your hands in his hair. You could feel Arthurs heavy breath against your ear, wrapping his arms around you, soothingly rubbing your back.

Then he whispered, “Thank you”, his voice raspy and low, “Thank you for showing me. Thank you for loving me, Y/N.” Your grip in his hair tightened at his words, kissing his neck then searching for his eyes.

A small grin grew on your mouth as you answered him. “You get what you deserve.”

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