#joaquin x y/n

[k4marina]

too far in || j.r

for that anon that requested this, i like the way you think. ;)

synopsis: just a snippet of your relationship with the joker

warnings: joker (bc he deserves his own warning), sexual/suggestive themes, angst ig, my spelling probably.

fem!reader x joker

you really couldn't pinpoint when or how it started. it's almost as if he'd always been there; by your side in your bed. you knew it was wrong. having these.. relations with gothams most wanted was a sure way of having either gcpd on your front door or batman, and if the time came you hoped it was the former.

tonights no exception either. it's late, way past anyones bedtime. you're in your bed, sleeping after a long day of work when you felt the bed dip. something that always left you mesmerized was how he never made a sound. you'd only know he was there if he wanted it to be known, otherwise he would just blend into the shadows.

no words are exchanged, you don't need too. you both know what he wants and you have not problem giving it to him after all, you want it too.

he slips in you so easily like all the other times. his cut and callused hands sending shivers throughout your body, jagged nails gripping onto your flesh.

his hips are rutting into yours, leaving you breathless. depending on the time of night or on how much energy you both had it was either slow and somewhat meaningful or crude and animalistic, you just couldn't decide which one you'd prefer.

the only sounds he would make would be low groans and pants or the occasional dirty talk or instructions, never being one to make useless chit-chat, "that's it baby, right there," "what a filthy cunt, just taking my cock in" "imagine what people would say if they found out what we were doing."

you on the other hand were left hot and bothered. moaning whenever he'd hit that right spot, whimpering when his nails or sometimes teeth would clamp down on you, whining every time he'd finish and leave you empty.

when you wake up he's never there, but you know that he was by the smears of red and black grease paint on the pillow next to you. you'd push down the hurt you'd feel in your chest. it's okay. it's for the better. anything more or with him and your life is basically ruined.

but you knew, you were far too deep into him.

[greenmanalishi]

[moonlight-prose]

✧ DRUNK ON YOU ✧

a/n: we just keep getting filthier as the fics progress this month. so i've never written spit kink this way before. i honestly didn't think i'd be into it, but there's something about this man that makes my brain fuzzy. this is listed as me wanting to get tipsy with torres cause i feel like he'd take care of me. i hope y'all enjoy!

day six - spit kink | kinktober 2023

summary: "after a long week of stress—your job taking more out of you thank you would have liked—you needed a night out. if only to spend time with him."

word count: 1k+

pairing: joaquín torres x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, spit kink, spitting, swallowing, sir kink, dom!joaquín, fluff.

Two drinks. That’s all it took for you to wind up like this. Draped over your boyfriend at the club, tucked away in a corner booth, as he whispered something in your ear you could barely hear over the loud bass of the music. It thrummed through you, vibrating your entire body as you sat there, smiling at him with a hazy look in your eyes. Something he’d seen many times before.

“How are you feelin’?” he asked, running a thumb along your chin.

You grinned, leaning into his touch. “Good,” you mumbled, loving the way the alcohol sent warmth spilling into your body.

“Yeah?” He’d been sipping on the same glass of water the entire time you’d been there, already claiming the spot of designated driver tonight.

After a long week of stress—your job taking more out of you thank you would have liked—you needed a night out. If only to spend time with him. He pulled you closer, his hand splaying across your back, the warmth of it a delicious feeling. Part of you loathed the fact that your dress was keeping you from him. That thin layer of fabric stopping you from feeling his bare touch.

“I want,” you said, dragging a finger along his button down, picking at one loose button. In your hazy mind you made a mental note to fix it tomorrow—knowing he would let it simply fall off.

He nudged his nose against your cheek. “What do you want hermosa?”

The deep color of his brown eyes caught you in their hold, drawing you in closer until you couldn’t find your way out of them. Joaquín’s hand slid down lower, fingers brushing the top of your ass, and your breath hitched. Something now stirred in your chest, building slowly. Sensually.

“Want you to kiss me,” you breathed, curling a hand around his collar and drawing him in closer.

There was no resistance from him, because if there’s one thing he wanted more. It was to devour you. To drag you into the club’s bathroom and make you see heaven. He was as voracious as you—desperate to feel you in every manner possible. Which left you here. Sliding your lips against his and moaning softly when he took the lead—his hand grasping onto the back of your neck and pulling you closer.

Your heart fluttered, his touch making you want to drag yourself into his lap. The fact that you were still in public was the only thing that registered in your brain, keeping you from making a spectacle of this. To others you looked like two people in love. After all, it wasn’t odd to see people makeout in the club. But to each other…you were so much more. There were times you wondered if the word love could even describe what you felt for this man—what you knew he felt for you.

Biting down on his lip you pulled it into your mouth, sucking on it until his pained groan echoed in your ears. He licked into you, tasting the tequila on your tongue and smiling when it spread along his. There was no doubt that he was a good kisser, but you could feel the restraint in his touch. Taste the desire on his tongue.

“Kiss me,” you begged, pulling him closer until he practically covered your body.

He chuckled, running his thumb along your cheek. “I am bebita.”

You shook your head. “No. The way you want to. Please…sir.”

Something flickered in his eyes, turning them darker. The club’s neon lights illuminated him from behind, casting a blurry halo around his head, and you could feel the breath get knocked from your lungs. Joaquín was always beautiful. That was a fact you had no doubts on. Yet tonight—even through your drunken haze—he looked ethereal. Like a god come down from the heavens above to bestow a kiss on your lips.

Oh how lucky you felt.

His swollen lips parted, nose flaring slightly as he used his thumb to pull at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me.”

You followed his request before he finished it, your maroon red lips parting, tongue barely sticking out. As if on instinct you fell into that familiar space. Waiting for him to tell you what came next, what he wanted from you. He grinned, leaning closer and blocking you from the eyeline of everyone at the club—his thumb digging into your cheek.

You felt it then.

His spit hitting your tongue, coating it. Some landed on the corner of your mouth and before you could do anything, he was dragging it along your cheek, smearing your lipstick right along with it. Making a mess and giving you exactly what you asked for.

“Swallow.”

Heat trickled down into your lower body, slick spilling into your already drenched panties. And he watched you follow his order dutifully. Swallowing with a fucked out grin on your lips. He groaned, mumbled good girl, before he dragged you back, kissing you with a fervor that hadn’t been there before. He licked along your tongue, his hand digging into your hip to prevent himself from touching you further in public.

Moaning, you tried to tilt your hips up into his hold, but he held you down against the booth. Kissing you so thoroughly you felt it down to the very tips of your fingers.

“We’re going home,” he said, entirely out of breath—a flush spreading along his cheeks. “Now.”

You nodded, biting down on your lip and fluttering your lashes. “Okay sir.”

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, before gathering your coat and purse, leading you carefully out of the booth. Even though you weren’t entirely steady on your feet, he still kept you close. Making sure that you made it out safe. He was ever the protector—always the one who made sure that you came before anything. That thought alone nearly made you drag him back to the bathrooms.

Five steps out of the door he leaned down, pressing his mouth against your ear, his arm tightening around your waist. His breath was hot against your skin, causing goosebumps to raise along your arms. But that’s not what made your knees shake, breath catching in your chest.

“My turn to taste you,” he murmured, his fingers trailing along your waist—completely aware that the alcohol was no longer the thing you were drunk on.

[joeliz99]

Chasing Sparks- Danny Ramirez

Description: In a lively club, Danny finds himself drawn to a captivating woman enjoying her night alone. As the night progresses, their connection deepens and with that, a promise of something more happening in the future.

Warnings: None, Fluff, RPF Fic.

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The club throbbed with life, lights synchronized to the pulsing beat, wrapping Danny in a haze of laughter and chatter. He reveled in the afterglow of his favorite football team’s victory, surrounded by friends raising their beers in celebration. Their voices echoed with animated banter, recounting highlights of the game, but his attention kept drifting. Amid the raucous energy, his gaze landed on her—dancing alone on the floor, completely lost in her own world. Her eyes were closed, lips moving softly to a song she seemed to know by heart.

For a moment, he watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved with carefree abandon, a smile playing on her lips. She radiated an infectious joy that made him want to know her, to understand the stories behind those dancing eyes. As he took a sip of his beer, he noticed a guy sidling too close to her while she ordered a drink, his intentions clearly clouded by alcohol. A flicker of concern ignited within Danny.

For a moment, he watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved with carefree abandon, a smile playing on her lips. She radiated an infectious joy that made him want to know her, to understand the stories behind those dancing eyes. As he took a sip of his beer, he noticed her walking to the bar, and a guy sidling too close to her while she ordered a drink, his intentions clearly clouded by alcohol.

“Hey there, beautiful,” the guy said, leaning in a little too close, invading her space. “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink? I promise you’ll have a much better time.”

She tried to back him off, her demeanor serious, but he kept pushing, his breath heavy with booze. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Just one drink, what do you say?”

A flicker of concern ignited within Danny as he watched the interaction unfold. He could see her discomfort growing, and without hesitation, he made his move.

“Hey, babe, I was looking for you everywhere,” he said, striding up with an easy confidence and lightly touching her arm. She looked at him, confusion etched on her face, but it faded as she caught his protective glare aimed at the intruder.

“Did you order the drinks already?” he continued, feigning casualness while glaring at the intruder.

“Uhh yeah. He’s making them as we speak,” she replied, her voice steady.

The guy frowned, clearly taken aback. “No man should leave his girl alone. Come on, just give me a chance.”

Danny stepped in closer, his tone firm but calm. “Back off, dude,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, each word sharp with warning. “If you get any closer, you’re going to regret it.”

With a huff, the guy finally stumbled away, defeated by the protective aura Danny had created around her. She turned to Danny, relief noticeable in her eyes. 

“Thanks. I had it handled, though,” she replied, a hint of defiance in her tone as she turned back to him.

“Yeah, it seemed like it. But guys here can be unpredictable. Better safe than sorry, right?” he said, casually leaning against the bar.

“Right.” She smiled, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before shifting back to the bartender. “I’ll cover the next round of whatever he’s drinking.”

Danny chuckled, shaking his head. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“Take it as a thank-you. You’re not going to refuse a free drink, are you?” she shot back, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Touché.” He raised his beer, and they clinked their bottles, laughter bubbling between them.

“So, do you always rescue girls in bars?” he teased.

“Only the interesting ones,” she replied, a spark of mischief in her gaze. 

As the night wore on, they exchanged stories about their lives—trivial things that somehow felt significant. She shared her favorite pizza toppings while he recounted an embarrassing moment from the last game he played in high school. Their laughter mingled with the music, a thread weaving them closer together.

“So, are you here on a trip?” Danny asked, genuinely curious.

“No, not really. I just moved here recently. Figured I’d see what all the fuss is about,” she replied, her enthusiasm infectious.

“You don’t mind doing things like this alone?” he asked, leaning in.

“Not at all. I’ve traveled solo everywhere. There’s something liberating about it. If I want to dance until my feet hurt, I’m going to do just that.” 

Danny admired her spirit. “I like that. Freedom has its own charm.”

As the music played on, the club morphed into a backdrop for their connection. With each laugh and shared glance, the air between them thickened with unspoken possibility.

“Okay, so… come dance with me,” Danny suggested, emboldened by their chemistry. She raised a brow, surprise flickering in her eyes.

“Aren’t your friends waiting for you?”

“They’ll figure out I’m not coming back,” he replied, extending his hand. She hesitated, then took it, a spark of adventure igniting in her smile.

They moved to the dance floor, lost in the rhythm and each other. As they swayed together, the music enveloped them, and it felt as if they were in their own little universe. The vibrant lights reflected off her eyes, making them glisten like stars in the night. Danny spun her around, her laughter ringing like music, and their eyes locked in a moment that felt electric.

Every brush of their arms sent shivers through him, and every shared smile drew them closer. His hand rested lightly on her waist, the proximity of their faces igniting a spark of undeniable chemistry. She seemed completely at ease dancing with this stranger who felt oddly familiar, her movements fluid and free.

With each playful tease, Danny's smile widened as their faces ended up mere centimeters apart, the tension between them palpable. Time seemed to suspend around them, leaving only the intoxicating connection they were weaving in the dim, pulsing light of the club.

After a while, they found a quieter spot near the bar, the energy of the club still buzzing but softer now, the crowd thinning out. “So, what do you do when you’re not dancing alone in clubs?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

“I’m an artist. I paint. It helps me express everything I feel inside,” she revealed, her eyes brightening.

Danny leaned in, fascinated. “That’s amazing! What do you paint?”

“Mostly landscapes and portraits. I love capturing moments. You know, like this one,” she said, glancing around the club before settling her gaze back on him, a warmth spreading through their conversation.

The vibe shifted subtly as they both realized the night was coming to a close; the club was beginning to empty. “I guess it’s time for me to head out,” she said, glancing around.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll walk you out,” Danny replied, feeling an undeniable urge to extend their time together.

As they stepped outside, the cool night air wrapped around them, a stark contrast to the heat of the club. The world felt quieter now, but the electricity between them still felt very alive. “Speaking of embracing special moments, am I going to see you again?” he asked, his voice dipping with sincerity, eyes locked onto hers.

“Do you want to see me again?” she shot back, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, her breath warm and inviting in the night air.

“Uhh, yeah… I would. Only if that’s something you’d be interested in, too. No pressure,” Danny’s heart raced as he searched her gaze for an answer.

Her smile softened, and she extended her hand. “Hand me your phone for a sec.”

He handed it over, watching as she saved her number under “Y/N.” “This should be a good start,” she said, her tone light yet laced with significance.

“ I’m counting on you to not disappoint me.” Her gaze lingered on his, an unspoken confession pulsing between them, palpable and electric.

Just then, her Uber pulled up, the headlights cutting through the darkness of the street. “That’s my ride. I’ll talk to you later?” she said, glancing back with a playful smile that made his heart skip.

“Yeah… of course. Take care, (Y/N). It was truly a pleasure,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the moment was too precious to disturb.

“Same over here. Night, Danny.”

As she turned to leave, something inside him stirred, an irresistible urge to seize the moment. In one swift motion, he stepped closer, cupping her cheek with a gentle yet firm hand. Their eyes locked, and for a brief second, the world around them fell away. He leaned in, heart pounding, and their lips brushed softly, igniting a spark that sent shivers down his spine.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a fleeting look of astonishment that quickly melted into a radiant smile. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss, and in that heartbeat, everything else faded—the noise, the crowd, the night—leaving just the two of them suspended in their own private moment.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, a lingering warmth enveloped them. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, happiness dancing in her eyes. “Wow,” she whispered, as if still trying to process what had just happened. “I didn’t see that coming.”

He couldn’t help but smile back, the thrill of the moment coursing through him. “Neither did I,” he admitted softly, his voice low and sincere.

As the sound of the approaching car broke their bubble, she glanced back, knowing her ride was waiting. “I guess this is it for now,” she said, her tone a blend of reluctance and excitement.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, feeling a pang of disappointment mixed with hope.

With one last lingering gaze, she leaned in and whispered, “Goodbye, Danny,” her breath brushing against him like a whisper of promise.

He watched as she slipped into the backseat, his heart racing. With a gentle touch, he closed the car door, a final gesture filled with his warm charming smile. As the car pulled away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

Days later, he found himself gazing at his phone, fingers hovering over the screen as he typed:

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

After hitting send, a smile spread across his face, the thrill of anticipation enveloping him like a warm embrace. She was different, and every part of him ached to uncover the countless details that made her who she was. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a connection that would change everything.

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Is it obvious that I’m a simp for Danny Ramirez?

[fleckficgirl]

Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 14

Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.

Warnings: sex, age gap, language, violence, mental illness, assault

Word Count: 3438

Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Wayne Manor stood on a huge, sprawling estate. Living in Gotham made it easy to forget that places like this existed in the world. The trees were greener. The streets were so clean, they almost sparkled. There were no sirens, no smell of rotting garbage, no hunched over zombies stumbling in the streets. This part of Long Island was like a little eden - a heaven on earth carved out and carefully guarded by the ultra wealthy. 

“This is it,” you breathed as you and Arthur approached the gates. Fortunately, there were no angry dobermans prowling about the grounds today. Only freshly-trimmed grass and the towering mansion in the distance. You wondered if anyone was even home. 

Suddenly, Arthur froze in his tracks. “Y/N?” 

“Yeah?” 

He turned to face you, shoving his hands into his pockets, throwing his eyes to the ground.

“What do you think he’ll say?”

Your heart broke for Arthur all over again. You couldn’t imagine all the emotions that must be careening through him right now.  

“Thomas Wayne?” you drew in a breath. “I guess I don’t know what he’ll say. But we’re gonna get an answer out of him one way or another.” 

“I just…” Arthur sighed. “I just want him to talk to me. You don’t think that’s too much to ask, is it?”

You reached out and stroked Arthur’s cheek. 

“I don’t think so,” you shook your head. “After all, you said your mother’s been writing to him all this time and she hasn't gotten a response. I’m sure the Waynes have people who handle their correspondence - maybe they’ve ignored it or maybe nothing’s gotten through yet. Either way, I know I’d do the same thing if I were in your shoes.”

Arthur looked up at you. Those arresting, green eyes: filled with hope, hurt, anticipation. You said a silent prayer in that moment that whatever happened next, Arthur got the answers he needed. The answers he fucking deserved. 

Arthur pulled his hands out of his pockets and clasped them over your wrist. “I’m so glad you’re here, Y/N. If I had to come all by myself, I don’t think I’d have the guts to-”

He stopped, his eyes catching hold of something in the distance.

“What is it?” You turned around. Nothing had moved or changed that you could see. It took you a minute of scanning the surroundings until, finally, you spotted him: a tiny, sad-looking little boy playing all alone on a wooden jungle gym near the front gates. He couldn’t have been more than eight or nine years old. 

“I think that’s his son,” you murmured. “I heard about him a couple times in the news.”

“Bruce Wayne,” Arthur said. 

“That’s right, Bruce.” You stared at the boy, mystified. There was a distinct melancholy and isolation you could feel radiating off of him, even from so far away. 

“He looks so…so…” You struggled to find the words.

“Alone.” 

You pursed your lips and looked back at Arthur, nodding. And then another realization dawned on you. 

“Oh my God,” you blinked. “If Thomas Wayne really is your father, then that would mean…”

Arthur swallowed, nodding. “I’ve thought about that, too. I know it sounds crazy, but now that I see him…I…”

You waited. 

“He reminds me so much of myself when I was a little boy.” 

“Oh shit,” you exhaled, looking back at Bruce, then back at Arthur. “I mean…I suppose given what your mother’s said…what do you wanna do, Arthur?” 

Arthur took a deep breath and to your surprise, a warm, gently confident smile began to spread across his face. 

“I’m gonna go say ‘hi.’”

“Do you want me to come with you?” You wanted Arthur to feel completely supported. You knew that sometimes being supportive looked like coming along, and other times it looked more like hanging back and letting the other person take the lead. 

“I think I should do this part myself,” he said. “But I’ll come get you if I need to.” 

“I’ll be right here,” you squeezed his hand. “I love-”

Wait, what the hell were you saying? Had you completely taken leave of your senses?

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat. “I love…waiting!” you finished brightly, hoping he’d buy it. “I’ll wait as long as you need and I’ll be right here. Be strong, okay? And if they give you any trouble, call me and…I’ll beat everyone up!”

Arthur smiled, lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it, sending chills through your entire being. If he’d somehow picked up on your almost-love-confession, he didn’t show it. 

Arthur already has enough on his mind right now, you chastised yourself as you watched him approach the gate. He doesn’t need you muddling it further with your irrational emotions. 

You couldn’t tell Arthur you loved him now. First of all, it was way too soon. 

Second of all…

Well, the second part was embarrassing. And more than a little crazy. You knew your feelings for Arthur were real, but that didn’t stop you from recognizing how intense they were after only knowing him a short time. 

So why, then, did it feel like the most natural thing to say? The thing you sensed he needed to hear?

You meandered further up the drive, away from the entrance, giving Arthur his space but staying close enough so you could quickly run to his side if necessary. 

It was startlingly quiet here compared to the endless cacophony of Gotham City. So quiet, it felt like if you stopped and listened carefully, you could hear the wind in the trees singing to you. 

Despite the peaceful surroundings, however, bitter memories began to weave their way into your mind. You knew a good faction of your former GU classmates hailed from this part of Long Island - hell, some of their families probably even rubbed elbows with the Waynes themselves: probably got invited to their fancy Christmas and New Year’s Eve parties, toasting their continued privilege and fortune over a bottle of champagne that cost more than you made in a month. 

You didn’t have anything in common with those people. So how on earth had you found yourself among them in the first place? 

The answer was almost annoyingly simple: your parents had drilled the importance of getting an education into you since you were a toddler, telling you it would open doors, get you the better life you deserved…unlike the two of them who’d gotten jobs straight out of high school and lamented nonstop how much the lack of a college education had held them back from their potential. 

“Potential,” you muttered to yourself under your breath. That was the word they’d always used and it still left a sour taste in your mouth. 

“You have so much potential, Y/N,” they’d always say. “But you can’t let it go to waste. You have to work three times as hard as everyone else in order to realize it.”  

You’d believed them - bought their promises hook, line and sinker and dutifully applied yourself like the good little girl you were. The truth was, you’d never quite fit in at Burnley High, either. Most of the kids there dropped out or phoned in the bare minimum to scoot by and pick up a diploma, but you’d been among the top five performers in your graduating class of over 400 students. You’d done the extra work, taken the hardest classes, stayed home and sacrificed any semblance of a normal teenage social life to mold yourself into the high-achieving student your family wanted you to be. 

And it had paid off. At least for a brief moment in time. When the letter from Gotham University arrived saying you’d gotten in with a full scholarship, you’d cried tears of joy. Your mother had cried. Your father said he was proud of you. He never said things like that.

You remembered back to that day: the teary-eyed seventeen year old girl holding an acceptance letter in her sweaty, trembling hands like a golden badge of honor. That badge represented everything you’d worked your entire life for, everything you’d ever wanted: Validation. Recognition. Belonging.

Belonging. Yes, back then, that same girl believed she was finally being admitted through the golden gates to a place she belonged. You’d been naive enough to assume that at college you’d encounter more people like yourself, people who came from nothing but made amazing things happen through hard work and belief in themselves. 

But Gotham U had been nothing like you’d expected. 

Yes, the students were bright, but the vast majority were also spoiled and entitled. They seemed to take their enrollment at the school for granted, and the fact that their parents paid their tuition in full (were able to pay it in the first place) didn’t in any way accelerate their work ethic. These were kids whose parents owned country houses, summer houses and yachts. Kids who went to horseback riding camp every summer since they were six, learned how to ski when they were four, took vacations over spring break to places like Paris or Barcelona or the Hamptons. 

You’d never even ridden on an airplane. 

How ignorant that girl with the acceptance letter was, you mused. The dream of being a student at Gotham University had powered everything you’d worked for the first 17 years of your life…and all too late turned into a horrible nightmare. 

“Potential.” What did it mean now? Of course, your parents were still holding out hope you’d eventually return to GU. But GU was just like the Waynes themselves: they wanted to portray themselves as a beacon of magnanimity and altruism, but when it came to actually stepping up and doing the right thing, their interests lay solely with themselves and their ability to maintain wealth and power. When the cards were down, a poor scholarship girl from Burnley High didn’t qualify for basic human consideration. And your biggest mistake was believing that they ever would. 

After all the unpleasantness that had occurred towards the end of your first year - the school’s administration “generously” forcing you to take medical leave or be expelled - you’d started to believe you didn’t belong anywhere. You didn’t see a future for yourself anymore. And feeling this way not only made you incredibly sad, but it scared you. 

But all that had started to change since meeting Arthur. Arthur, you imagined, who right now was probably feeling the same way you had on the first day of freshman orientation: Hoping, with the most optimistic part of his heart, that he just might find the love and acceptance he’d yearned for for so long.  

But was life on the other side of those golden gates all that Arthur imagined it could be? 

Suddenly, you felt extremely protective of him. You knew it was inappropriate to eavesdrop, but who were you kidding? Just the thought of Arthur going through something similar to your experience at that school was unthinkable. You tiptoed closer - not close enough to be spotted, but close enough to give yourself the best chance of overhearing…well, spying. 

“Bruce! What are you doing?” Another man’s voice shot out accusingly over the quiet. “Get away from that man.”

Shit. Not good. Your heart started to race. 

Please, you prayed, please don’t be assholes. 

You realized almost immediately how useless such a plea was. These were the Waynes, after all. 

“It’s okay,” you heard Arthur respond. “I’m a good guy.”

Resisting the urge to race to Arthur’s side took every inch of self control in your body. You reminded yourself that he’d wanted to do this alone. You wanted to respect that. Arthur could hold his own. He was a strong person, deep down. And dealing with rudeness was nothing he wasn’t accustomed to.

But if they were complete assholes to him, you didn’t know how much you could tolerate. 

You crept even closer, still hidden behind the giant shrubs that surrounded the estate. The other voice couldn’t belong to Thomas Wayne, you reasoned. Thomas Wayne didn’t have an English accent.  

“Can you tell Mr. Wayne that I need to see him?” Arthur asked. 

At that moment, the wind picked up, compromising your ability to hear as clearly as before. You cursed under your breath, cupping your hand to your ear. 

“...your mother was a sick woman,” you heard the other man say to Arthur in the coldest, most unfeeling tone imaginable. “She was delusional.”

Your jaw dropped. Your right hand fell from your ear and twisted reflexively into a fist. 

“Don’t say that,” you growled under your breath. 

Exactly who the fuck did these people think they were? Couldn’t they put themselves in another person’s shoes for just one fucking second? If the roles were reversed, wouldn’t they want the same answers? Didn’t everyone deserve that? 

Deep breaths, Y/N, you told yourself. Deep breaths. 

“Just go,” the man’s cruel, disdainful voice echoed up the drive. “Before you make a bigger fool of yourself.” 

That did it. Fuck the deep breaths. Fuck taking the high road. And fuck this rude asshole.

The entire world blurred into raging red as you found yourself barreling like a fiery cannonball down the drive to Arthur’s side, ready to fight, to climb those gates like an acrobat and beat the living hell out of that asshole - any anyone else who wanted some, too. 

How dare he talk to Arthur Fleck, your Arthur Fleck, that way? 

When you rounded the corner, you were surprised and more than a little satisfied to see that Arthur had already reached through the gates and grabbed the dude by his collar, holding him in a semi-chokehold. 

“Kick his ass!” you cried out. “Kick his motherfucking ass!” 

The rude man’s eyes darted to you, filled with surprise, confusion, fear. And the inability to utter another word for lack of oxygen. 

Good.

You pulled your right arm back and swung through the gates with all your strength, punching him square across the face while Arthur held him in place. The man’s nose started bleeding and you smiled. Your anger made you strong, increased your strength exponentially in the moments you needed it most. Though you’d never admit it to anyone, it was one of the things you actually liked about this part of yourself that you were supposed to reject, to work so hard to rid yourself of. 

You liked feeling strong in a world where everyone was more than happy to step and walk all over you without a second thought. And you were tired of pretending you didn’t.

Arthur was a slight, diminutive man, but his anger made him strong, too. He had the asshole so tight by the collar, it looked like his face was turning red. 

You were winding up, about to strike again when you suddenly registered the face of the sad little boy from before. Standing off to the side, he was now a very scared-looking little boy; frozen like a little Bambi fawn, eyes wide, terrified. 

Terrified…of you. Of the both of you. 

Those bewildered eyes were enough to stop you in your tracks. All at once, common sense and empathy rushed back into your heart like an ocean wave. As much as this surly jackass deserved a beatdown, you knew you’d never forgive yourself for permanently traumatizing a defenseless little kid. 

Even if he was a Wayne. 

As though he’d come to the same realization at the same exact moment, Arthur released the man just as you stopped yourself from throwing another, harder, right hook. The jerk fell backwards, clutching at his crumpled collar, and Arthur grabbed your arm. Without exchanging a word, you raced back up the drive together, running like two gazelles as fast as your feet could carry you. 

The next few minutes were a continued blur. Wayne Manor receded further and further into the background as you drew closer to the train station. You’d been too afraid to turn back and see if anyone was chasing you, but by now the adrenaline was wearing off, and your legs felt like they could give out at any second. 

“Arthur, wait!” you stopped, breathlessly, reaching out to grab him by the sleeve. Mustering up the courage to look back, you were relieved to see you hadn’t been followed. You’d managed to escape by the skin of your teeth. 

“I think we’re in the clear,” you gasped for air. 

Arthur stopped and turned to face you, panting. “Are you alright, Y/N? Are you hurt?” 

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I’m so sorry, Arthur. This is all my fault.”

A confused look came across his face and he took both your hands into his. “What do you mean?”

“I went crazy again. I werewolfed! I didn’t mean to, it's just…” your eyes filled with tears, realizing all too late of course, that the last thing you’d wanted in accompanying Arthur today was to do anything that would ultimately result in making it harder for him to get the answers he needed. 

How could you have let this happen? 

Arthur held up a hand to stop you. “I went crazy first,” he pointed out. 

“Well, yeah, you grabbed the guy,” you conceded. “But I’m the one who made his nose bleed, for God’s sake! I never would’ve done it if I knew the kid was watching.” You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. “I shouldn’t have gotten involved…”

“No, Y/N,” Arthur squeezed your hands in his. “I’m glad you were there. I didn’t wanna scare the little boy, either. Seeing him brought me back to myself. I know what it’s like to be scared at that age…scared and helpless…”

Arthur’s words made the tears you’d been fighting swell over and you fell into his arms. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Shh, come here.” Arthur pulled you into a tight embrace against his chest. 

“I didn’t mean to scare him,” you sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m a bad person, Arthur. I’m awful.”

“That’s not true!” he protested. “Why are you saying that?”

He stepped back and tried to look you in the eye, but you were too ashamed to face him. The mean, inner voice you’d suffered with in secret since you were a little kid had taken over and had you in its iron grip of shame:

You don’t deserve to be loved.

You’re defective.

You’re worthless.

You’re awful. 

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Arthur whispered into your hair. “I understand. I understand what you’re feeling. But it’s not true. Whatever you’re telling yourself right now is not true.” 

You cried harder into his embrace. You might have known he’d understand. You’d found the one person in the world who felt what you felt - or at least the one person brave enough to admit to it. 

“Please don’t cry, Y/N.” You could feel Arthur’s heart pounding against your ears. “You're not a bad person,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re anything but a bad person.”

“But I messed everything up. Like I always do.”

“You stopped yourself from taking things further,” Arthur pointed out. “We both did. That means something.” 

“But how are you gonna find out if Thomas Wayne’s your father now?” you wailed. “How are you gonna get your answers?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Arthur reassured you. “I don’t want you worrying about that.”

Arthur brought his hands to your face, cradling it. You looked up into his shining, green eyes, tenderness emanating from them. His fingers gently stroked back your hair, wiped away your tears. 

“You need to breathe, Y/N. Can you take a deep breath?”

He breathed with you. In and out. And in and out again. Finally, you felt your pulse begin to slow, the maddening blur of self-hatred and negative vitriol shift from a wild gallop to a trot. It was a small change, but enough to allow you to start feeling human again. 

Arthur stepped back and a small, shy smile spread across his face. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said. 

You wiped your nose, bewildered. “‘Thank you’? For what?” 

“For coming here with me. For standing up for me the way you have. No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

“But, Arthur, I-”

“If you hadn’t been there for me, I’d be all alone right now,” he interjected. ���Like I’ve been all my life. But I’m not alone anymore. Because of you.”

His shy smile shifted into a sly grin. He placed a soft kiss on your cheekbone. 

“I love you, too,” he whispered, before tenderly bringing his mouth to yours. 

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Subway Obsessions FemReaders POV ch3

Arthur Fleck x Fem!Reader POV

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Summary: Chapter 3 of the Subway Obsessions series from Fem Readers POV. Y/N is smitten with Arthur. This adventure takes them on a date for the first time. After spending hours at the diner, they head back on the subway. Y/N does not like the crowded space in the subway train car and gets claustrophobic. How is it Arthur always knows the best way to sooth her?

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

A/N: Couldn't wait to write this one. Wooo!! Spicy! The subway obsession series continues!!! As always, comment, re-blog, I would love to know what everyone thinks. But please be nice. Enjoy!!

Word Count: 7k

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SERIES: Subway Obsessions

CHAPTER 3: Easy

"I think I love him," you said aloud, awaiting his call as you do daily. Every second that passed ticking by so slowly. You anticipated this every day, and yet you still awaited so anxiously. It had only been 2 days since you saw him, but since exchanging numbers, you two were all but inseparable. You played that night repeatedly in your mind. You could not believe the ways things went, how far you went. You felt feelings of guilt and shame, but not fully. Only because you had never done something so bold before, so... public! But with Arthur, you did it without question. Mostly, you felt invigorated, energized, happy... and above all, in love. You had only hoped it was not a one-time thing. But you had nothing to worry about as he had so eagerly encouraged staying connected. You exchanged numbers with him that fateful evening. You found each other once more on the train as you had hoped to. That night, Arthur and you rode the last train back together. You could feel yourself falling asleep in his arms as he held you next to him. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, the other on your thigh. You rested your head on his shoulder, then fell to his chest. You were not sure for how long you drifted off for. Him holding you tight, the motions of the train, and having just been thoroughly satisfied played a role you thought. All you know is the way his chest rose and fell as you listened to his heartbeat made you feel whole. It was a space of pure peace. You had been embarrassed, but he was so comfortable and reassuring. Kissing your forehead as you rest upon him, wiping hair away from your face blown across by the wind. You had never even thought about sleeping on the train before, but he made you feel safe and warm. It was too easy. Once you laid your head on his chest, you were lulled to sleep by the soundtrack of his beating heart. It was home. Once you had gotten to your stop, he awoke you with a light kiss. "Y/N, were here," he smiled.

You two wandered for a while, walking the streets closest to your home, not wanting the night to end. You had found a small park nestled in between some of the apartment buildings nearby with swings and stopped there for a while. You talked and swung, enjoying each others company. You kept sneaking in comments about your earlier activities. Trying to get a rise out of him. How he made you feel so good, how he felt so good, how fucking sexy he is. Just pouring positivity into him any chance you got. He made you feel special, and you wanted him to feel the same. You contstantly worried what he thought of you. You by no means perfect or truly healed, he just made you feel that way. He would chuckle sheepishly. He was still so timid, so shy. It was endearing. It only made you want him more. His smile was so kind, his whole being and the air around him just felt better, easier to breath. You stood, getting off your swing, stepping over to him as he slowed, grabbing his legs and leaning in for a kiss. You and him had kissed for what felt like hours, it was only moments. He would grab your face, your sides and your back. His touch, so tender, so purposeful.

As the night went on, you two eventually parted ways. He walked you to your door from the park, a block or two away, holding hands as you walked. He initiated holding your hand and insisted you walk on the inside of the curb. He was literally so cute. He was the most enchanting man you’ve ever met. You two stood at your door, not wanting to leave. You wanted him to come inside, to stay the night, but you knew he had his own responsibilities. He looked at you with a coy smile before suggesting you exchange numbers. The way you fumbled your bag to get your phone out to put his number in must have looked ridiculous, you thought. He seemed not to care, trying to help you manage your things and not drop anything. He put his name in your phone with a little heart, and so did you.

After exchanging numbers, he pulled you in once more for a long, passionate kiss after saying goodbye, his hand at your lower back, leaning you back and kissing you intensely. A newly discovered weak spot you had for him, when he did this, you melted within. You knew you’d see him again but still kissed him as if it was the last time you’d ever get to, wanting to make an impression that would have him coming back. You didn’t want him to leave and felt the pangs of loneliness the second his foot left your porch. He descended the steps, his hands holding yours until the distance became too much, and he let go finger by finger. You watched as he walked away, gingerly giving him a wave. "Be safe, Arthur! Let me know when you’ve gotten home." You called out after him. "I'll text you when I get home and call you in the morning," he reassured, turning back to see if you were still watching as he left. Just like the first night, you helplessly watched as his figure shrunk into the distance.

After he left, you collapsed into your bed in a sigh of content and joy. You remembered fondly how his hands touched your body, each finger, exploring you with curiosity. Replaying the gentle touches in your mind like a broken record and giggling at the thought. You traced where his fingers touched, re living those precious moments. How they tickled you and teased you. How he looked at you so tenderly, his beautiful eyes devouring you, a look of hunger so inviting. He attended to your every need and more in those special moments. You both completely opened up to each other. How he kissed you so gently yet so feverishly, like he needed you, longed for you. Just thinking about it made your hair stand on end, and chills would race up your spine, your heart, so full. You felt wholeness. Not just with him, but just having known him both personally, as a friend, romantically and intimately as a lover. Replaying those moments within your mind almost constantly. Hoping to feel those sensations again. To feel his touch, his breath on your skin, and his eyes wandering your body, gazing into you, loving you. It made you want to wake up every morning. He was your last thought before drifting off to sleep and your first thought as your brain started waking up in the morning.

The days you went without seeing him were dull, empty, and full of anticipation. You were able to hold yourself over knowing you would see him again, and that you get to speak to him daily. Every morning he would send you a text. "Good morning pretty". You looked forward to that text everyday. Knowing he was thinking about you melted your heart, the feeling was mutual. Each day, growing closer and closer to him. You two would spend hours talking on the phone about everything. There was so much to learn about one another, so much to talk about. There was never an awkward silence. You would ask about his day, how he was doing, and when you would see each other again, he would ask the same. Scheduling was a bit difficult at times with him working days and you working nights so you spent a lot of time talking. You didn’t mind, it gave you the opportunity to continue growing your connection with him. Sometimes you or he would be busy with errands or household chores and would just leave your phones on to hear the other person, being there for each other even if you couldn't be physically, but still being a presence. You wanted so bad to see him again. To feel his lips pressed against yours. A deep sense of longing and loneliness filled the air when he wasn’t around. Like a stormy cloud following you around all day. He brightened that for you, made the negativity disappear.

Every time your phone chimed for a message or rang the tune you had set as his, your heart fluttered, and your stomach flipped. Like riding a roller coaster, he made you giddy with excitement and childlike fascination. You always picked up the phone with a boisterous "Arthur!" Unable to contain your happiness. He always laughed and repeated back, "Y/N!" While you both laughed for a moment. Even on days he found it particularly hard to be positive, he remained so for you, you could tell. You could always hear it in his voice underneath. You've gotten to know him pretty well over the last couple of days. It seemed like a short time, but you truly felt like you knew him, like you’d known him forever. A long lost love, like the other part of you. A missing puzzle piece that fit so perfectly with you. When he was upset, you felt it too, and it hurt. You internalized it. Always trying to find ways to help him or make him feel better. A lot of times, it just meant listening to him. Letting him vent. He would follow it up with such praise. Happy you were there to just be there and listen. Something he says no one does for him in his life. You hated how the world around him treated him and the cards he had been dealt. He may have vowed to protect you, but you had sworn to yourself you would protect him as well. Protect his peace, be his peace. When he told you about how he was jumped you all but got up yourself to go find those low life mother fuckers and deal with the problem. It brought out parts of your psyche you had dealt with so long ago. The anger that consumed you was lethal. And you would do whatever you needed to. Healed or not. You wanted to be his safe space, the person he could come home to. No judgements, no anger, no hate, just love, compassion, and understanding.

On the days that were particularly hard for him, you were his person to vent to. No matter what he said or did regardless of the context, you were there for him in any capacity he needed. You would run to him at the drop of a hat if he needed. Sometimes you felt like you needed it too. You wanted to go to him, to sooth him. However he wanted it. But just like you were his comfort, he was for you as well. On bad days for you, you would await his call. Eager to hear his voice, it soothed you. Just knowing the person on the other end of the phone cared enough to listen meant the world. Arthur was your world, you didn’t deny that. Every thought, every decision you made wasn’t done without thinking of him. Would he like this? would he want this? what would he think or say or do in this situation? etc. etc. No decision was made by you no matter how small or simple with considering Arthur.

Today Arthur was free! No booking from the job, and you were off as well. Taking some much needed PTO after your little discretion the other night after not showing up. They’ll live, you think. You'd honestly throw it all away for him, but you know he’d never want that of you, so you settled on trying to make it work. Today was that day. He wanted to take you out. "A real date," he had said. His words surrounded you like an orchestra. Date? You giggled like a little girl internally, practically squealing. You were beyond elated, foaming at the mouth from excitement while lust tinged in your core. You took the time to get ready and find a nice outfit, nothing too fancy. You settled on a fitted black button-up sweater and a matching black pleated skirt and a pair of sneakers. If Arthur was going to put his hands on you tonight, you thought you wanted him to have easy access. Just the thought made your palms sweaty.

That night Arthur had showed up to your door to take you to Paulines Diner with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, yellow lilies tied up with a white ribbon. It looked like he picked them and arranged them himself. How thoughtful! He was wearing his yellow corduroy jacket, a button down white dress shirt and brown slacks with Romeos. His hair fell in tufts of loose curls about his face and neck. His smile beamed at you as you opened the door. You took the flowers and embraced him heavily, breathing a long sigh of relief as you swung your arms around his neck and held him in a long hug. Finally, you thought. Finally, you are whole once again. He was chivalrous in the way he courted you. A true gentleman, pulling out your chair, taking your jacket. You imagined his face between your legs again, this kind face sitting in front of you that was a couple nights ago, ravaging you mercilessly. Heat rose in your cheeks as you sat at the table. Trying to push the thoughts aside for the sake of the date, you continued on. The night went off without a hitch. Arthur was the light you so needed in your life.

The dinner was a mostly pleasant experience. A small hole in the wall type of establishment. A neon red sign reading 'Paulines' in a cursive font lit up the entrance leading to an open dining area with red velvet seats and round brown tables. Bright white LED's lined the ceiling while yellow and white checkered tile lined the floor from wall to wall. It was bright and inviting with the smell of fryer oil and marionberry pie still hanging in the air. You both opted for a booth to sit as the waiter handed you both a menu. At one point during your evening after ordering, Arthurs food had come out wrong. He peeked under the bun of his burger and a look of annoyance then resignation crossed his face. With him being too timid to say anything not wanting to cause problems, you spoke up for him. Telling the waiter he had asked for no tomatoes on his burger, and sending it back kindly. The waiter apologized and came back with the correct order without further issue. Arthurs smile beamed with appreciation as if no one had stood up for him before, however simple of an act it might have been. You smile back and wink as you two continued your evening. The food was great, but you two only finished about half of your meals before splitting a slice of pie. You spent most of the time talking and enjoying each other’s company. You watched in amazement at how kind he was, how he spoke, his cadence and tone, always so gentle. It was freeing being with Arthur. You never felt like you had to hide or pretend with him. Being with him was just... easy.

He talked about work and home life, you did as well. He expressed he felt terrible about making you miss work the other night but you reassured him it was a blessing and only wished it had happened sooner. You could see him blush slightly. Not only is that place highly toxic and full of bullies, it all led you to him. He jokingly said you should quit, not knowing you were truly considering it. He brought about new drives within you, made you feel like you could do anything, pursue new goals, new hobbies, new dreams. He was a space of inspiration, your muse, you loved him. After careful thought, yes, you really did, and only felt that love grow every day. Gazing on as he spoke so openly with you, you were fully enamored with him. As the night went on and his coffee kept getting cold, the two of you opted to leave before closing. Bellies full of food and hearts full of content, a night of endless laughs and genuine conversation. All in all, the best date you’ve ever had honestly. Once outside, the rain began to darken every surface. At first a few spots here and there, but soon it was pouring and you found yourselves running for the subway station. It was a short walk, an even shorter run but he stopped you before you reached the stairs, quickly getting soaked under the downpour. He took the moment to kiss you, pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. One hand holding yours and the other at the small of your back. He quickly stepped forward dipping you and pulling you back up for another kiss. He then spun you around, watching a smile cross your face, your hair clinging to your now wet skin. You kissed him back, deeply, and passionately. He was nothing if not a complete romantic. He had you swooning. The two of you began descending down the long escalator, stealing a kiss from Arthur as you got closer to the platform. You couldn't go long without touching him in some way, he was irresistible.

It was earlier in the evening when the rain had started, still you had spent a good four hours at the diner with him. Upon approaching the subway platform, you noticed there were a lot more people around. It was about 8pm but there was a lot of traffic. Quite noticeably, a lot of people wearing clown masks. You and Arthur had spoken candidly about the cities unrest and the ongoing protests. You just hadn’t seen it for yourself yet. You two related on a lot of the political stuff going on in Gotham. He spoke about it so passionately, something that related to him on a deep personal level. He was noticeably uncomfortable when you brought up the murders that happened a night ago on the subway, but who wouldn't be honestly. A lot of goings on in the city. You never pushed conversations that were possible triggers for him or were just plain uncomfortable. It was something to be mindful about around him, especially knowing you tend to trauma dump and have no filter. Candid conversations could come across as blunt or insensitive and you wanted nothing more than to make sure Arthur felt he could trust you and depend on your kindness. You tried everyday to be better not just for him but for yourself. Having worked on your own mental health struggles for so long, it was a learned behavior you developed having hurt others in the past. We all make mistakes. But with Arthur, you never wanted to, ever. Even though he was so kind, he would probably forgive you.

You knew there were still things Arthur kept from you, but you didn’t push or expect it from him. You knew in time he would come to open up even more if he should so choose to, but you also understood he is still him, and the personal things he’s dealt with were his stories and his alone. You wanted to give him that respect and just hoped he would trust you when he needed. You always reassured him you weren't going anywhere and that no matter what, he can always come to you in any capacity, and you would never judge him. A mutual respect you both shared. Something he deserves.

You both stepped to the platform for the train heading back towards downtown, maybe Arthur could come in tonight, you planned on at least inviting him in for a drink, a little night cap if you will. Sure, you wanted him intimately again, but you also just wanted to hold him close again, to hear his heartbeat as the air from his nose drifted across your forehead. What a sensation and feeling that had been. How close you had felt to him. You haven't been close like this with anyone in years. You found it a chore to be yourself and open up to new people. Being vulnerable was too scary with a past like yours. But Arthur accepted you with open arms.

A yellow stripe lines the ground two feet away from the subways ledge. Arthur held your hand as you two stood there. You leaned slightly against him, resting your head upon his shoulder. You could feel him rest his head upon your head. Such a welcome touch, so affectionate, so wholesome you thought to yourself. Your heart filled with felicity. A familiar hiss and screech approached from the distance as a push of air whips past you and Arthur. The subway train abruptly hauls to a stop, aligning each car door to each platform entrance seamlessly. Immediately you spot a free seat in the back, you two could share. Most of the others were taken up by people sleeping on their sides, scrolling their phones, or talking with others. Those that weren’t sitting swayed with the subway as they held on to rails and the straps that clung to the ceiling poles. Spaces like this made you claustrophobic. There were too many people for your liking. It made you nervous. You could feel your body tense and heart rate increase. As if sensing your fear, Arthur squeezed your hand and led the way, pushing through the crowd of people lining the subway car, finding the elusive empty seat in the back of the train car.

Arthur gives you the window seat, shielding you from the outside world, once again, your hero. Arthur sets the diners’ left overs they had put in a bag for you two lined with red writing that says 'thank you' on it carefully under the seat while eyeing the crowd. A look of pride perhaps, maybe a look of delight? Crossed his face while scanning the crowd. He wore a devilish smile, only seen by you for a moment before turning back to you. His eyes still kind, searching yours. "Are you okay?" He asked authentically while sliding an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "Yeah , you know its just the crowds. Its a little overwhelming is all. So many people" you said in earnest while laying your head on his shoulder. He was looking at you with concern. "I’m sorry" he replied as if he were the cause. You reassured him you would be fine. "What can I do?" He asked. Without thinking you reply "As long as your here with me and touching me, I think I’ll be okay." you looked up from his shoulder gazing into his eyes as he looked back down at you. He scooted closer while pulling you closer to him, bodies flush against one another. You breathed deeply, knowing it was ok, feeling sheltered in his hold. He rubbed circles with his fingers onto your arm where he held you. Massaging you delicately. His gentle touch sent chills up your arm and down your back. You began remembering once again the things that you did the last time you ride the subway with him. You mind fills with the moments you held dear, how his makeup smeared on his face and you not wanting to wash it from yours that same evening. How he looked at you, the way his eyes roamed your body, studying every curve, every fold. How his voice held you, his grunts and moans, a melodic serenade made just for you. But most of all, his touch, oh how his touch made you tingle all over, made your blood rush to your face and groin.

For you, everything about him yelled powerful. Like a sleeping lion, you felt others must be underestimating him, taking advantage of his gentle and kind nature. You took that pain on yourself and made it your daily job to make him feel appreciated, loved, and revered. Yes, he was powerful. He held power over you, whether he knew it or not. You admired him for being who he was in this world, and appreciated him more and more as time went on.

The train swayed, and with it, its passengers. The cabin was dimly lit, the walls grey, painted with graffiti, and the low hum of buzzing lights and the chatter of people. A typical environment indicative of a typical ride on the subway. Except this night was different, you were with Arthur once again. And he was making you feel all kinds of bold. Despite the crowd, you had eased into it, acclimating to this uncomfortable setting. It was actually not as much of an issue you thought it might be. It wasn’t too crowded after the first stop or two. Not shoulder to shoulder like it was, but still plenty of protestors donning their masks with the uncanny likeness of your lover. Not that it mattered just a passing thought. You were too busy thinking about all the things you wanted to do to him, to show him. You thought about your night ahead, how it might end if he agreed to come inside when you invite him in. The train speaker bleats above, stating there was a breakdown or something to that effect. That you would have to get on the next one behind in about five minutes. People began streaming out the doors as an employee walked through, ensuring it was empty. You and Arthur stand up, grabbing the leftovers under the seat. The last two people to walk out.

Unfortunately everyone had already started pilling into the next train, leaving you and Arthur no where to sit. He once again stood in front pushing through a crowd of maybe 6 people in the aisle and found a spot to stand in the back near a ledge with a rail. He motioned for you to stand in the corner as he slid behind you to hold you in place as the train began its course. He had sat the leftovers on the ledge behind the bars, you set your purse there as well. It almost created a wall from the other folks but not realistically. Enough that you felt a bit better, a bit more separate from the crowd. You were still a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people you had to share space with, but you knew Arthur was with you which gave you some peace of mind. Arthurs hand was around your waist with the lightest pressure on your lower abdomen, it felt secure. His hands were balmy, you could almost feel his palms sweating through your sweater. What was he thinking about? You wondered. Were his thoughts as dirty as mine?

The train moved on and people got on and off. Each time the train left the platforms, everyone was in near darkness again, only dimly lit by less than stellar lights that haphazardly lined the ceiling. Wires torn and buzzing as the train swayed and jerked. You loved it when the train would jerk or when it would come to a stop. Each time pushing Arthur into you as you both steadied yourself. He held you still, resting his chin on your shoulder. But every sway of the train made you brush against him in a way that was becoming very noticeable. Maybe you leaned into it every time. Honestly, you couldn’t help it. A nice little excuse to move things along further, why not seize the opportunity? Every time the train car swayed, you would emphasize your movement to shift your stance in front of him, jiggling your cheeks against him, brushing against the stillness in his pants. Every time it happened, he would let out a sharp breath.

You could feel him lean back, bracing himself against the wall by the midway doors that separate the train cars. He gently pulls you back only a step or two and you are flush against him once more. You can feel how hard he is as his cock throbs against your backside. Immediately your face is flush with red. An unknown feeling takes over you, your mind going blank as Arthurs hands begin touching you. The hand he so tightly held you close with was now wandering your chest. Squeezing each mound of flesh through his fingers tugging gently at the fabric. His fingers began pressing through the gaps in the buttons on your sweater, his fingers warm against your skin underneath. He gets his hand through the gaps, popping a button open in the process. He begins grabbing your breasts with his bare hands, your nipples, instantly erect and easily seen through your top. He starts to kiss your neck lightly. Behind your ear and on your shoulders, pulling your hair to the side and kissing your ear lobe. Your eyes dart around the cabin. No one is looking. You watch as people chat, sleep, listen to music and read. All while Arthur is openly groping you in front of them all unbeknownst to them. He knew this train car was a bit more packed and that you’d likely be overwhelmed. He was helping you the best way he knew how and the only way you asked, by touching you.

You turn your head to the side to meet him with a half kiss, sloppy and breathy as he continues to paw at your breasts. One hand ventures down, sliding ever so playfully down your abdomen tickling you. Then, slowly dancing its way up under your skirt. Your breathing hitched as you felt his hand slide down the front of your panties. His hand moved down, trailing your slit stealthily, feeling your wetness. You were dripping with anticipation for him. The moment you felt how hard he was the first time you brushed against him had your mind twisted in a pretzel. Ready to do anything he asked. But he had an air of confidence about him tonight. Pridefully taking what now was his. You offered it so willingly. "Arthur" you panted in his direction. "Please". No sooner than the words left your lips was he sliding his fingers into your cunt. Heat washed over your body, a volcanic flood of passion.

Your whole body lit up at his intimate touch as if it was starved. A slight moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers penetrate you. Two fingers pulling you to the edge. You leaned back into him, further resting your weight on him, feeling him throb helplessly against you as he fingered you in front of everyone. Luckily for you, your skirt fell loosely over his hand. No one could truly see anything if they looked, but it was painfully obvious what was taking place. You couldn’t see Arthurs face, and so were hoping he was mindful enough to pay attention just in case. He continued, slowly working his fingers into your sopping wet cunt. Your body ready for him, begging for more. You wanted him inside you fully in front of everyone. You no longer cared in this moment. Everyone else just faded away, no one but the two of you mattered.

You could feel Arthur mindlessly grinding into you with every thrust of his fingers. His length pressed up so hard against you. It was not fair. You wanted more, and your body craved him like a drug, and he was teasing you with your fix. With one hand you reach behind you, tracing the outline of his hardened cock against his pants. He hisses at the touch, sucking in air sharply through his teeth and lifting his head up off of your shoulder. You glance back catching his gaze. A look painted his face, a look of skepticism. As if what he was doing was not already in the realms of wildly out there perversions, what was adding in one more thing? Of course you wanted him inside you, but it wasn’t selfish, you wanted him to experience release as well. You imagined it must be painful to be that hard while he toyed with you. You wanted to help him as well, and truly, you could help each other in this moment.

“Arthur, please?” You ask then mouth the words ‘its ok’ to him. His gaze darkens, and his eyes narrow, that look of want overcoming his eyes as they sparkled at you. A smile curls at his lips, and he takes his hands away momentarily, reaching down to undo his pants just enough they won't fall, but enough to unsheathe his manhood. He pushed his hips back slightly, giving him enough room to maneuver. When he pulled down the waistband of his underwear underneath his still belted slacks, his cock flung up standing at attention and pressed against your cheeks perfectly in the center. He used his hands to squeeze your cheeks around his cock as you swayed with the natural movements of the train. You once more lean back into him his cock pressing against your entrance. He hastily reached under your skirt, pulling your panties aside. He then placed a hand on each cheek squeezing them and spreading you while carefully and slowly pushing himself into you. One hand returned to your breast while the other held your hip to him. His hand groping your breasts, one, and then the other while he slowly rocks in and out of you. Careful not to draw any unwanted attention from the other passengers. With your back to him and pressed against him, it probably just looked like you were both standing there…. Well, with his hand in your shirt. But he was careful to move in a way that wasn’t noticeable by anyone in the vicinity. Slowly rocking his hips to and from. You clenched around him, trying hard not to scream out. Small moans escaped your lips, but not loud enough to alert anyone. The sound of the train itself was a loud white nose with unintelligible chatter.

His chin rests on your shoulder, breathing heavy into your ear and whispering praises. He asked if you were ok, if you liked this, and if it made you feel better. You met him with hasty nods as you tried not to scream with pleasure. He was going so slow, so painfully slow. You watched as people talked and laughed, typed on laptops and phones, slept in the corners, people getting on and off the train. You watched as someone ambled out of the seat and off the train right in front of you without looking back. All while Arthur was inside of you. A sea of people going about their daily lives while Arthur fucked you for all to see. He would let out soft little grunts every time he buried himself in you fully. Every push more intense than the last. You hoped for constant stopping and going as the inertia from the brakes forced you on him harder and faster and vice versa when the train would stop or go. You hoped for a rough ride, literally and figuratively. This was so bold of him too, you thought. From what you’ve got to know about him, this didn’t seem like typical baseline behavior, but it wasn’t for you either! Perhaps you brought these traits out of one another, a sleeping confidence only activated by someone akin to your own soul.

Arthurs thrusts became more pronounced. You noticed him bucking harder, still slowly, but he would slam as he went to the full hilt. Causing you to gasp out. His hand immediately shot up from your breasts and covered your mouth. "Shhh, you gotta be good, or they’ll hear us” he whispered in your ear. You nodded to let him know you understood. Of course you did, but it was easier said than done when he was bringing you so close to your end. He held his hand over your mouth, continuing to slam his full length into you. A little more noticeably, probably a lot more noticeably. Deeper and deeper with a blind man’s passion. You reached a hand forward and grabbed a rail to steady yourself. Arthur reached his hands down, grasping your hips tightly and thrusting you back onto him. He fills you completely, a pain that is too pleasurable to measure. He slams one more time, stopping there and holding you to him. You gaze back at him and see him motion to the empty seat in front of you with his head. He sits down somewhere in the middle quickly, his cock red, swollen and flat against his stomach. You follow his lead, and he pulls you on top of him. Away from the sea of faces behind you, you were no longer facing them but facing him. Your main focus, you place a knee on either side of his legs, shifting your panties to the side once more. You grasp him and hold him right below your entrance, he is looking up at you so innocently. His eyes wide, begging for you as you slowly slide down onto him. Taking him in fully, giving him and yourself time to adjust. You think you’d be used to his size by now but this was only your second time making love with him.

You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, hoping it just looks like you are asleep on him. Hoping no one walks towards the back of the train, hoping no one looks. He takes his hands and places one on each hip, rocking you back and forth on him. His head grinding into your g spot. You follow his lead, rocking and swaying your hips ever so gently and lifting yourself up before coming back down and rocking back again. You kiss his ear and suck his neck, leaving loving marks behind. You whisper things in his ear to tease him, make him blush, knowing anyone could look over and see his face above the seats. You feel his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes. His breathing getting faster and sparser now. Straddling his full length, feeling him fill you, even in a place as public as this, felt so intimate, so private. You could feel yourself approaching the precipice. His cock, hitting the right spot repeatedly in an up and down and forward and back motion. You cooed in his ear singing his praises. Telling him how fucking good it felt when he was inside you, for him to fuck you hard.

You felt waves of pleasure begin to crash, teetering on the surface. You pull back to look at Arthur, his eyes open, feeling you move your head. His head was snapped back, riding the high of pure passion between you two. He was not keeping an eye out, but you couldn’t care less. It looked like both of you were asleep, you hoped. He looked at you, his face full of concentration as you peppered kisses on his forehead and hair. His face grimaces with every thrust between you. As you approached your climax, so did he. The hardest part was not crying out and quietly moaning in his ear as he thrusted, he seed deep within your cunt. Grinding it in with every thrust. You laid your forehead to his, locking eyes as you rocked back and forth with the waves of pleasure that washed over you. Arthur breathed heavily in raspy pants as his cock pulsated deep within you. Your walls clenching tight around him with every pulse that shot through your body making you shiver with each one. Arthur closes his eyes and presses his lips hard to yours in a out of breath kiss. Sloppy, trying to catch each other’s mouths in a kiss while catching your breaths. As the throbbing inside started to subside you remained seated on Arthur. He was still buried deep within you, a spasm erupting every once in awhile sending a shock through him. You had wrapped your arms around his neck holding him close, smelling his essence. The person held in front of you, so vulnerable. It was times like this you could see him clearly, no façade, nothing to prove, but everything to give. So pure of heart and of intention. You glance back, the subway train now nearly empty. When did that happen? Where are we? Did we miss any stops? Shit, you think to yourself. But it mattered not. Tonight, he was coming home with you. You weren’t done yet, unsure you ever would be, but never wanted to be. As you cradled yourself in his embrace and him in yours, you thought right here right now, with him, there was no where else you would rather be. You only wished for the night to continue…

[glitterhammies]

Should i call you Joker?

FLUFF 

You and Arthur had been together for quite sometime now. You knew when he ups and you knew when he had his downs, but right now you couldn't tell what he was feeling. His Mother had died the day before, he was going to be on the Murray franklin show and in between all of this he seemed calm. Even happy. you lay on top of him your head on hist chest listening to his heartbeat "whatcha thinking about" you ask him softly. " I don't know anymore" he replied taking a long puff of his cigarette. " you know you can talk to me Arthur. please just let me know what's going on in there" pointing towards his  head. 

He was silent but not an uncomfortable silence almost like he was preparing himself for what he was about to tell you " you know I haven't been happy one moment of my entire fucking life, but right here right now I feel amazing. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders" he was staring into your eyes. " I have you, I'm going on Murrays show I'm now free from my mother, i feel truly happy"

You smiled up at him giving him a slight kiss on the lips which he received and returned" should i start calling you joker? Or is that for only when you have your makeup on" you giggle poking him in the ribs. You knew he was changing. Not just mentally but physically as well. he was becoming more confident, talking without his usual stuttering and getting his way in most confrontations, this was his joker side taking hold. 

You sat up on his chest slowly kissing down his neck " come on baby were gonna need to get ready soon". you were going to be on the Murray franklin show and you both needed to look your best. Arthur had told you his plans for Murray, one which you agreed on. you wouldn't be on stage but you will be watching from the sides and you couldn't wait to see Joker take control of Murray and show him who's the one laughing. 

TIME SKIP 

you were sat on the floor of Arthurs room, makeup scattered all around you, putting on the last final touches of your face paint. You wanted to look the part so you opted for some black white and red face paint to match his. Looking up you saw Arthur at his vanity slowly scrunching up a photo of his mother. Arthur was leaving and Joker was taking full form you could see his confidence growing the more he added the white paint to his face. He looked at you through the mirror smiling at your reflection " come here" he whispered. You approached him putting your arms round his waist looking at both your reflections. " we look good together" you giggle into his ear admiring the clown paint you both had on. " Gotham's not going to know what hit them, well be the king and Queen" Arthur gestured opening his arms like he's welcoming a crowd into his embrace.

That's when you both heard the doorbell ring. you got up to answer it. " wait don't" he called after you. you saw him reaching into his dresser and pull out a pair of scissors, slowly concealing them in his back pocket. " Coming" he shouted looking at you, knowing everything is about to change. 

Thank you for reading my first Joker fanfiction, I know its quite short. Ill promise I will get better but I'm taking small baby steps uploading all my ideas onto here. Joker is like my number one hyper fixation character so expect a lot more stories for him. I love writing Arthur and find it so easy to do. If there is any prompts or ideas you would like to see please let me know and ill be more than happy to write them. 

until next time little Hammies*

[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Young Avengers 🦅 | Marvel Headcanon

Takes place during Phase 4 of the MCU

Link to my marvel Masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no

Being a young former Black Widow and forming a team with Shuri, Kate, Elijah, Joaquin, and Kid Loki would look like:

To be honest you weren’t to fazed with the idea of forming a team with the younger crowd of up and coming superheroes. Sure you had been friends with Shuri since 2018 and met the others through Sam, Clint, and Thor, but the idea of creating a team like the Avengers never crossed your mind until Shuri proposed the idea. “Ain’t that Val lady forming her own team? Or Secretary Ross is, they’re calling them the Thunderbolts? Yelena was telling me about it—anyway, point is if there’s already a new team of heroes then why make our own?” “Calling them heroes is a little…far fetched if we’re being honest. They are more like the Dark Avengers—and no I was not trying to make a joke. You look at who she’s recruiting and it’s literally that. Think of us as their antithesis.”

It didn’t take much convincing after that with you literally going, “Fuck it. Let’s do it—might actually give me shit to do now that the world has gone to shit trying to get back to the way it was.” Within the hour you were pulling up to a hangar to meet the others. They all looked excited except Kid Loki. He looked rather annoyed being there—really it was Thor’s idea to have him join to keep him out of trouble. “It was either this or join him in his adventures across space. Frankly I’d rather stay in one place after escaping the Void.”

Considering you all are some of the most powerful and intelligent kids on the planet, there is bound to be some restrictions. Likely y’all would be staying at Avengers compound or create your own base camp but there would still be oversight. If Fury is not dealing with the Kree then he and Maria are who y’all report to. Other than them, the veteran Avengers tend to look after you guys—like Sam and Clint. “So since you’re now Captain America and you’re technically retired, does that make Torres the Falcon and Bishop Hawkeye?” “If that’s what they want to go by. You’re still called Black Widow aren’t ya?” “Touché”

So there you have it. Shuri: The Black Panther, Joaquin: the Flacon, You: the Black Widow, Kate: Hawkeye, Kid Loki, & Elijah: The Patriot.

As expected you’re a rambunctious group of heroes. Sometimes y’all find yourselves in trouble when you weren’t planning on it. Trouble just finds you guys 90% of the time. Agent Everett Ross has a whole supply of advil because keeping track of you all gives him a headache. “You’re job was to get it, get the intel, and get the hell out of there. What went wrong?” “Well…….as you can see um….yeah I have no explanation. Shuri you got anything?” “Nope. Torres, you?” “I can’t even remember what we were doing there.”

One time on a mission you guys actually ran into the Thunderbolts and it was quite the scene. First of all you and Yelena were like, “Hey sis! What are you doing here?” Meanwhile Bucky was scolding Elijah & Torres and Walker was getting annoyed with Kid Loki’s tricks. Kate just looked out of place while Shuri was trying to calm everyone down, “It seems there has been a misunderstanding. Unless….it was the plan for all of us to be here.” “What are you saying, Shuri?” “I believe our teams were set up, white wolf. Why else would both of us be called to the same place, for the same exact thing, on the same day?”

Having a genius like Shuri on your team meant you guys were equipped with some of the best technological advances than anyone else. Even the Thunderbolts were envious of y’all’s artillery. Not only did Joaquin get an upgrade on his falcon wings, but Kate got high tech trick arrows, Elijah a vibranium shield, kid Loki with a scepter and you got some additions to your Widow’s bite and suit. “Shit, I feel like I could take down even Thanos with these.” “Try not to show them off to much, Widow. Secretary Ross is still trying to get me to develop stuff for the Thunderbolts and i’ve given him the impression I’m not even advancing our weaponry. So..keep it on the down low.”

After some time as a team, you guys would recruit Kamala Khan, RiRi Williams and Cassie Lang as y’all’s Ms. Marvel, IronHeart & Stinger. Peter Parker would eventually join, bringing in his buddy Ned and America Chavez who were Masters of The Mystic Arts. The team grew so large y’all could actually split you guys up when multiple missions came in. With their initiation, Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel, and Scott Lang joined Sam, Clint, Fury, Ross, and Hill as ‘chaperones’.

“So what do we call ourselves?” “The Young Avengers.” “Isn’t that a derivative?” “Yeah, but it sounds less menacing than Dark Avengers or the Thunderbolts. I mean we are Avengers…just we’re young so it fits.” “True…”

[happypopcornprincess]

Can I request a fic with Joaquin x Reader where it's date night and they are watching a movie and reader gets emotional and cries, but then Joaquin does too just looking at reader crying.

thank you so much for this request!

Writing again for my favorite character in MCU was so thrilling, and that too about this cute fluffy scenario omg! 🥺😭❤️ I hope you like it!

My Dearest

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Reader

Premise - A movie night turned into something you won't forget.

Words - 500

Spoiler warning for the movie 'Call Me By Your Name'

You won’t say it was a talent, but you predicted what would happen next while watching a movie. It started as a fun pastime with your father when you were young. And right now, snuggling next to Joaquin on the sofa you were having a movie night, watching ‘Call Me By You Name’

During the climax, you wait as Elio spends Hanukkah with his parents alone, and the phone rings. You hold your breath, perking up slightly as he looks at it.

Your brain goes into overdrive, and you hold your breath as it concludes that it’s Oliver on the other side and that they are breaking up.

Joaquin’s hand slid over your waist, and he held you close as you sat up against his chest.

And your vision blurs as you watch him calling out to Oliver by his name.

“Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio.”

There is a pause, and on the other side, he sighs.

“Oliver.”

He says it once, and you sniffle, dreading what’s coming next. The minute he confesses that he’s engaged to a woman and is about to marry, you break down.

You weep throughout the scene until Elio sits down at the fireplace and his mother calls out to him, softly.

But as the credits roll while Timothée Chalamet stares into the camera with tears, you hear a sniffle from behind you.

You freeze and slowly look behind you and straight at Joaquin, whose big brown eyes are overflowing with tears and he grimaced at the laptop placed in front of you.

“babe?” you sniffle, calling him.

“Yeah?” he sniffles, exhaling loudly.

Your voice breaks as you ask him, “Are you crying?”

He locks his eyes on your face and he stares at you innately with a tear rolling down his face.

“No.” He deadpans.

Watching him cry breaks your heart. "It's just a movie. Joaco, why are you crying..." You hiccup, wiping your tears away.

“Because you are crying!” He sobs. “Please don’t cry.” His face contracts, and he wipes his tears silently.

Your big hug engulfs him as soon as you hear that. His racing heartbeat calms down as you hold him tightly, feeling a warm sensation growing inside your chest.

When you wake up, you realize that the two of you fell asleep on the sofa, and it's early morning at the moment. Half-sleeping, you detangle yourself from Joaquin’s arms and look at him as he sleeps soundly. He looked at peace, a faint smile lingering on his lips. You gently kiss his forehead and tuck a stray strand of his long curls behind his ears.

You tuck yourself under the blanket beside him and drift off to sleep, the sound of his steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

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A/N - Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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[morgandr]

Imagine:

While traveling through West America you meet a man named Adam. While you were there y’all became friends and maybe a little more.

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(PHOTOS FOUND ON PINTEREST!)

(Adam Joaquin Gonzalez X Reader)

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[sabbqj]

wip Joker

[madlittlecriminal]

Joaquin Torres Masterlist

(*) ➞contains sexual innuendos/light smut

(**) ➞contains smut

(▾) ➞contains angst/trigger warning(s)

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-Estrellas

[buckets-and-trees]

thank you for reading and sharing this!

These Hands Had To

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Reader Word Count: 963 Summary: After their first mission, Torres told Sam Wilson that people who said things were better during The Blip were wrong, and even though so many things have changed since the snap that reversed The Blip, he still firmly believes that. However, there was the emergence a rumor - possibly a reality - that was the stuff of folklore and fiction: a biological hierarchy of alphas and omegas determining new contexts for human interaction. It's Joaquin's job to sort and sift through the chatter of rumors, conspiracies, and whispers, and sort out what's plausible, but this... Content Warnings: omegaverse, brief strong language, fluff to smut (abrupt SMUTTY SMUT, p in v penetration)

Additional Notes: Written for the week three 'Something New' challenge for @the-slumberparty to try a trope I've never written before. I was struck with a big want to write something for Torres because he really doesn't get enough love, and then one thing led to another and I knew I wanted to throw him into an Alpha/Omega situationship, and I had ideas for their meeting and also ... their mating, but my brain also got flooded with the WHAT IF idea of what if when the Avengers snapped everyone back into existence, they also triggered an omegaverse that was slowly but surely manifesting among the world population? because... why not start entertaining that what if? idk. if this lands, I think there's room for a lot more, but... no promises. Title inspo from our lord and savior Taylor Swift. Also, bonus trope I've never tried before: a "how it started/how it's going" fic.

A/N 2: Also a meet cute vote for @thestanceyg Trope Madness 2023.

HOW IT STARTED

Joaquin’s head snapped up.

There was a faint scent, but it was distinct – floral and a little something else, and it was there, pulling at something in his chest, his lungs yearning for more of it.

But he remained absolutely still as you smiled politely, stepped into the elevator, hit the button for the forty-seventh floor, and stood off to the right side of the elevator as the doors slid closed.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He’d read about this maybe two months ago. Reports and rumors of biological shifts, primal manifestations. Unpredictable, but undeniable once they manifested. The information was limited because it was an unprecedented phenomenon that seemed beyond belief, and almost equally becoming feared or glorified as it emerged across the globe.

And why was his brain hyper focused on the theories when you’re now in an elevator with him and in a matter of moments you’ll part ways?

What was on level forty-seven? Had he been to that floor before?

He was a naturally friendly and reasonably intelligent human, why couldn’t he form words? What was happening?

He didn’t need to flirt, he just needed to say something.

He turned his frame slightly towards you and “What’s on forty-seven?” tumbles out of his mouth.

“Oh, I’m not sure, first-time meeting with a potential client for me.”

“Who are you meeting with?”

“Strictly confidential,” she retorted, turning her face up to look at him, a coy smirk already on her face, but when her eyes met his, the draw was palpable, and he knew she could sense it, too, because her jaw dropped for half a moment before she blinked and then looked ahead again.

“What about you? Are you a regular?” she asked.

He smiled but looked ahead as well. He was glad she didn’t want to let the silence linger after that moment. “Semi-regular. I’ve been doing some consulting.”

He watched the floor count continue to rise, quickly approaching the forties.

“What’s your line of expertise?”

“Intelligence,” he replied.

And then she laughed, but it was warm. “That’s almost as vague as my ‘confidential.’”

He joined her laughter. “It’s the veritable truth. Cross my heart.”

“Your heart?” Her head inclined toward him again, and he mirrored that small side glance.

“Mhmm,” he hummed.

The elevator suddenly jolted and paused, the lights flickering, and they both reached out to steady themselves, resulting in each throwing an arm towards a wall and to each other.

But it was only half a second and then the lift continued its smooth ascent.

But he was now closer to you, and you locked eyes again. Joaquin slowly moved his fingers down your forearm, keeping his eyes on yours, and then lifted your wrist up. It seemed instinctual, natural to want to draw your wrist close and truly take in your scent. But he did so cautiously, he knew he wanted to do this, but he wasn’t sure if it was too forward for a connection like this. Softly, he pressed his nose to that tender pulse point and inhaled.

You chirped, which seemed to shock even you, as your eyes grew big, and you covered your mouth with your other hand.

But you didn’t withdraw your hand from his grasp, and your scent now was easy for him to identify – floral with a hint of citrus, warm. His heart swelled in his chest.

Then the elevator dinged, and the spell broke. You took your hand back and stepped out of the doors as they opened.

“Good luck with the meeting,” he called out to you disappeared and the doors closed.

Then he hit the wall of the elevator, cursing that in that final moment he hadn’t even thought to ask for your name or tell you his. His mind started racing through possibilities because that was clearly an Alpha and Omega moment and he needed to see you again.

HOW IT’S GOING

You were naked in his arms, straddling his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest, while he rubbed each of his wrists over your cheeks, causing you to whimper, overwhelmed by this act of scenting you yet needing more of his intoxicating smell at the same time. You rocked down against his erection, causing him to growl into the kiss you shared. A moment later, he had you on your back, looming above you, the powerful alpha showing his dominance, yet watching your face, eager to prove he would not subjugate you, but instead worship you. He did not want to merely claim you, he wanted to pledge himself to you but with the understanding that you give yourself in return.

“Are you sure? I want you with everything in my being, but not until you are ready to give me your body, your heart, and your soul, Omega, it has to be all or nothing.”

Looking into his eyes, the fire in them was so fervent, you didn’t hesitate. “I’m already yours, Alpha, please.”

“Say it again,” his voice was low, but every one of your senses was fully focused on him in this moment, as he guided his cock over your folds, only stoking the desperate fire your felt for him in your core.

“I’m yours, Alpha.”

“Mine,” he echoed, and plunged in with one powerful thrust, filling you completely, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You gasped and clung to his shoulders, a sob escaping you.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed the corner of your mouth. “So good for me, Omega, how does it feel?”

You canted your hips, wanting him to move.

His hand moved quickly to your hip instead, stilling your movements.

“Use your words, Omega. How does it feel to finally have my cock inside your tight cunt?”

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[joeliz99]

A Proper Hello- Danny Ramirez

Description: After being apart for months, Danny and (Y/N) have a warm interaction at the airport. 

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word count: 506

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“Where are you? I can’t see you.” Danny's voice crackled through the phone as he awkwardly balanced it between his shoulder and ear. He was struggling to secure the strap of his backpack while maneuvering his suitcase through the bustling crowd.

“I’m right where I told you—behind the exit sign. Look, I’m waving my hand. Do you see me?”

Danny squinted and scanned the area. After a moment, he spotted the sign and lowered his gaze, only to see a glimpse of her hand, with the rest of her obscured by a taller person standing directly in front of her.

“You’re lucky I recognize you anywhere, midget. I’m on my way.” It took only seconds for him to appear in her line of sight, and her face brightened with relief as she hurried toward him.

“You’re such an asshole!” She laughed, though her tone was affectionate. He rolled his eyes with a teasing smirk. When they were finally close, Danny stopped, opened his arms wide, and enveloped her in a big, tight hug.

He hummed contentedly, swaying her from side to side. She could feel herself melting into his embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort that was so familiar.

“Finally,” she whispered in his ear, causing him to smile even wider. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek before reluctantly letting go.

“Come on. I want to give you a proper hello without all these people around.” Danny took her hand, his other hand still clutching his suitcase, and they walked toward the parking lot. As they made their way, they chatted casually, catching up on the time they’d been apart.

Once they had loaded his belongings into the trunk and got into the car, she continued to describe how the last few days had seemed to stretch on endlessly, knowing that his return had been imminent.

Danny, however, appeared distracted, his eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure they weren’t drawing unwanted attention.

“Mi amor,” he said suddenly, interrupting her. She fell silent as he gazed at her, his eyes dropping to her lips. A playful smile touched her face as she anticipated what was coming. She raised an eyebrow and reached up to play with the chain of his necklace through the gap in his shirt.

“Are we about to kiss?”

Danny chuckled, his smile widening as he placed his hands gently on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His lips brushed hers with a lingering, teasing touch, making her heart race after three months apart. With a playful nip at her lower lip, Danny finally sealed the kiss they had both been waiting for, relishing the familiar warmth of their connection.

One kiss quickly turned into several, each one slightly shorter and more playful than the last.

“Seems like you missed me, Mr. Ramirez,” she teased, raising her eyebrows with a playful laugh.

Danny’s grin was unmistakable, his eyes twinkling with affection. “You know I did. Now, how about we get home as soon as possible and continue this properly?”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Beloved Mine

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Sam sends out an SOS that Bucky isn't in the best mood, so you see him to ease his mind.

Sammy: SOS. he's in a bad mood!

You read over Sam's text and snort. You quickly type out a reply and start to change from your pjs to some appropriate clothing.

On your way to Bucky's, you stopped by his favorite bakery, grabbing his favorite baked goods as well as a wide variety for his people. You also grabbed him a coffee and a drink for you as well.

Sammy: He almost shot the new guy in the foot. Please tell me you're on your way.

You: ETA 10 minutes.

Sammy: THANK GOD.

You giggle and continue to drive to Bucky's family mansion. At the gate, the security guard takes one look at you and immediately lets you in. You give him a pastry in gratitude before driving up the long gravel driveway.

You park beside Sam's car and hop out. The man at the door nods at you, opening the door wide for you to step in. You also hand him a pastry with a smile.

You head towards the back of the house where you hear a familiar, loud distant voice.

The closer you get, the louder the voice. You push through some of the men spilling out of the room until you're inside.

"-HOW MANY FUCKING MEN DO I GOTTA LOSE TO-honey?"

All eyes land to you. You give a sheepish wave, "Hi, sorry, is this a bad time?" You know it is but you feign ignorance.

Bucky sighs, running his hand through his brunette locks, "Just finishing up a meeting."

"Oh, I can wait-"

"No, no. It's fine. Think they all had enough of my shouting," he waves his hand, "Leave, you fuckers!" most of the people scurry out in an instant, not wanting to wait and see if Bucky changes his mind. A small group stay behind, Bucky's closest friends and confidants: Sam, Joaquin, Yelena, and Nat.

You approach them, setting yours and Bucky's drinks in front of him. You open the pastry box in your hands and hold it out to the four, "Take your pick!"

"You're Heaven sent!" Sam exclaims as he grabs a donut and shoots you a wink. You give him a smirk and a nod.

Joaquin grabs a danish, practically stuffing the entire thing in his mouth.

"Did you eat today, Joaquin?"

He shakes his head as he continues to chew the danish. You lift the box higher, "Take as much as you want."

He gives you a grin as he grabs two more pastries and follows Sam out the door.

"Ladies?"

"I'm good," Nat says with a shake of her head in decline.

"Hell yeah, donuts!" Yelena exclaims as she grabs the glazed twists. She hums in delight as she takes a bite, "Thanks, Y/N!"

You chuckle, "You're welcome, Lena."

The two women look to Bucky to see if he needed anything else. Bucky sips his coffee and waves them off and the two file out the door, closing it behind them.

You turn back to Bucky, "Yours are at the bottom," you place the pastry box in front of him.

Bucky's eyes narrow at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips, "Who called you?"

"No one called me."

"So if I check your phone-"

"Technically, Sam texted me. He didn't call me."

Bucky scoffs and shakes his head, "Of course he did."

You walk over to the other side of his desk. He leans back in his chair and you sit on his arm rest, "Bad day?" You begin to run your fingers through his hair and he leans into your touch with a sigh, "Another shipment got intercepted. We lost some guys."

"'M sorry, baby."

"I'm getting real fucking tired of Hydra. And none of my people can find shit out! Anytime they snag one of their guys, they kill themselves before we get any answers. Fucking cowards."

You wrap your arms around Bucky's bulking frame, "You'll figure it out. You always do. Besides, I'm sure Lena and Nat have something cooking, right?"

"Supposedly, but they won't tell me what yet. They're trying to iron out the details."

"Just let them handle it in the meantime. Now, how about a treat?" you grab one of the pastries that you know he loves and he takes a bite. He moans at the taste and his shoulders drop in relief.

He washes it down with his coffee and he looks at you with shining blue eyes, "You really know how to make a guy feel loved, honey."

You giggle, and wipe some crumbs off his chubby cheeks, "Well, duh, I do love you," you peck his lips, "Ease up on everyone, will ya? I know things are tense, but they're all doing the best they can. You can't afford to lose more people."

He slowly nods, "You're right. Fuck, you know, maybe you should step down and take over, hm?"

You throw your head back and laugh, "Oh, please, I'd run your family into the ground! No one would listen to me-"

"Baby, a majority of my people listen to you already."

"...I don't know how to lead people or how the inner workings of all this," you gesture around you, "goes."

Bucky shrugs, "I can teach you. Besides," he takes your left hand, thumb grazing over the diamond ring on your finger, "you should start learning some things anyway."

"Let me just live in ignorant bliss until after the wedding, Barnes," you pat his plump cheeks and he grins at you, eyes soft and full of love.

[tom-whore-dleston]

What I've Been Looking For

Pairing ▹ Joaquin Torres x gn. reader

This fic contains ▹ fluff, birthdays, soulmates AU, Joaquin and reader are 24 years old, alcohol consumption, sibling banter, lightly beta'ed writing

Word Count ▹ 1.2k

Summary ▹ Every year, you wish to meet your soulmate but are becoming less hopeful of it coming true.

Notes ▹ It's my birthday!!! You all voted for a birthday fic and I delivered 😜 I would like to count this fic towards my submission for @late-to-the-party-81's Challenge Yourself challenge since this is my first time writing a Soulmates AU. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

Prompt ▹ Sharing birthdays: soulmates are born on the same day, share the first breath with each other by @creativepromptsforwriting/@creativepromptfills Dividers ▹ @firefly-graphics

Birthdays were a sacred celebration. You lived in a world where your soulmate was born on the same day as you, sharing your first breath together. Every year, you wished for the same thing before blowing the candles of your cake out. You wished to meet your soulmate. The soulmate that came into this world the very exact moment that you did. As the years went by, you became more discouraged from meeting that person you were meant to live the rest of your life with. Nevertheless, you continued to wish to meet that special somebody.

Upon waking up to the sun shining down on your face, you sighed, throwing the bed cover off your body.

Another birthday. Another wish to waste on someone that may as well be a myth.

As you walked into the kitchen, you heard a cheerful shout from your sister.

“Happy birthday!”

“Oh, it’s that day again, huh?” You joked before giving her a hug.

“Of course it is!” She started to run to the fridge, pulling out a small cake and plopping a candle on top. You couldn’t help but laugh at the lengths your sister went to make your birthday special, even if she knew that it wasn’t your favorite day of the year.

“I really appreciate the gesture, but I am not eating cake at 8 in the morning.”

“Oh, c’mon! It’s guava flavored. Your favorite!” For a slight second, you were tempted to give in and eat a slice. You couldn’t resist anything guava flavored.

“Alright, fine. But I am not blowing candles or making wishes.”

“What?” Your sister looked like she was about to cry. Was it her birthday or something? “You will have bad luck if you don’t make a wish.”

“Eh, who cares? I haven’t had any luck with a soulmate so what else do I have to lose?” You walked past her to brew a cup of coffee and she followed you like a newborn duckling.

“I care! I know you feel defeated about not finding your soulmate but I know they are out there. I love you so I want you to be happy. And that starts with enjoying this cake with me. With the candles and singing and wishes!” You admired your sister’s persistence. She may have been younger than you but she fought like hell for you. Maybe you could do without a soulmate, as long as your sister continued to stick around and tolerate your pessimism.

“I love you too, little sis. Thank you for the cake. For everything, actually.” You pressed your forehead against hers. “Now light this bitch up, and try to sing on key.”

The end of your birthday was approaching and so far, it wasn’t too bad. You, your sister, and a couple of your friends went out for dinner and drinks with a balcony view of the sun setting over the beach. The alcohol in your system caused you to fully relax as your gaze followed the orange orb descend in the purplish yellow sky. You had just gulped the last day of your champagne as a crowd of employees marched towards your table with not one, but two chocolate cakes littered with sprinkles.

You glanced over at your party, confused upon seeing the second plate of dessert. They all shrugged before pulling out their phones to record you. One server finally placed a slice of cake in front of you, and you flashed them a thankful smile. Then, you followed the other piece of cake to the next table. The same server set down the plate in front of a man so ethereal, you could have mistaken him for Prince Charming.

That man glanced at you, catching your gaze as the candles on your cakes flickered under your smiles toward each other. Time stopped and the rest of the world ceased to exist as everyone around the two of you sang “Happy Birthday.” You couldn’t tell if it was his enchanting stare or the fizzling drink you downed, but your cheeks warmed up and butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. Everything about this man was mesmerizing, from his sculpted bone structure in his face to his fluffy dark curls, and then the radiant energy that he exerted as the gentlemen across from him sang drunkenly. You wanted to know his name, his story, and his hopes and dreams.

Amongst your trance with him, you discovered his name was Joaquin since his buddies shouted it louder than your equally drunk friends and sister did with your own name. Joaquin wasn’t a common name, but that was what drew you even more to him. Joaquin was full of wonder. You may not have known then and there, but Joaquin was just as enamored and curious about you.

“C’mon, make a wish!” One of your friends yelped behind her phone. Your eyes shut and a hopeful grin spread across your face. For the first time, you had a different wish.

I wish for Joaquin.

Opening your eyes, you blew out the flame and the sounds of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere. Peering back at Joaquin, your eyes met once again, lingering a little longer than before. His teeth glimmered under the last bit of sunlight that peeked from behind the horizon. The sun finally disappeared, but then the moon and stars took their place in illuminating Joaquin’s beauty for you to admire.

“Hey, why don’t you stop gawking over that guy and go say ‘happy birthday’ back.” Your sister laughed. Your lips curled inward as if you had been caught with your hand in a jar of candy. Suddenly, you grew nervous at the thought of approaching him. This man could be the soulmate you have yearned for your whole life. But what if he wasn’t what you expected?

You wouldn’t know unless you tried. And so you did.

The chair shifted under you as you stood up to walk towards Joaquin. Before you knew it, he was doing the same exact thing. Walking toward one another felt like your hearts were being pulled by a string that connected you two. By the time you were only feet from one another, you had wished you had some champagne to chug before leaving your seat. But once you locked eyes with Joaquin, all those years of disappointment and defeat vanished. Hope, love, and happiness began to fill that hole in your heart.

“So…” You began. “It’s your birthday too?”

“Yeah, it’s actually my 24th to be exact,” Joaquin responded, combing his hand through his brown locks.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Same here.”

Joaquin beamed. “I figured. Who would have thought that it would take me 24 years to finally feel truly alive?”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to tear up. No witty comeback could top his, and deep down, he knew that. It was hard to believe that you had finally found your soulmate. All that was certain of you was that you did not want this moment to end.

“Well, I’m not much of a cake person, but I do like long walks on the beach.” You laughed at his corny comment. “Wanna get out of here in a few?”

You nodded without hesitation. Joaquin took your hand in his, symbolizing the beginning of a beautiful life of many birthdays and growing older with your soulmate.

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