Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

a bleeding heart tracking affection

Summary: Arthur has slightly more eccentric ways of dealing with his abandonment issues, and doesn't open up to you about it until you inquire about his habit of counting how many kisses you give him in a day.

A/N: I got inspired for this idea thought of by @ajokeformur-ray​. There was something about it that just felt was really touching, so I decided to explore it a bit. Thank you for all your great and creative conversations <3

Contains; fluff, slight smut but its mostly just kissing and touching, insecure Arthur

Length: 4,831

Originally posted by antonija89

"Please, darling," Arthur whimpered as your hands were gracing his skin and dancing around it passionately, touching him just enough, but not quite enough to extinguish the burning flame in Arthur's soul, the flame that spoke that he could never, ever possibly get enough of your touches.

"Please more."

There was a tortuous sensation between the two of you always in these heated states; the most bittersweet painful feeling that you two would always be able to access each other, be able to touch each other, but never quite be able to fully quench the unbearable thirst that manifested in the love you had for each other, never to be able to entirely satisfy the seemingly endless starvation you had for the other simply because of how much you loved and adored the other. That you would never be able to quite become one.

Your hands were exploring Arthur's skin and sides; passion ebbing though every caresses and breathless whisper that passed between your skin that was as addicted as his was starved. Arthur raised his arms up and leaned his neck back, rendering himself fully vulnerable and allowing himself to be fully accessible to you. You felt your orgasm strike through you like lighting as you knew how big of a deal this was for Arthur; how big of a deal it was for him to trust you and to allow himself to be fully vulnerable to your touches. Arthur loved you painfully deeply, beyond what he could ever express; you both were completely, fully and utterly dedicated to each other, and you knew just by the way Arthur looked at you with his shy but passionate glances that you were his sole reason for staying alive, for staying decent, good, to strive to be the best man he could be every day despite what he world told him he was; dirty and worthless. Your touches and your whines for his love and irreplaceable touches were telling him otherwise, and you were completely and utterly convinced that Arthur was magic in and of itself; just looking at him overwhelmed you with an indescribable feeling and took your breath away.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," you mumbled softly through your own haze as you spoiled his body in kisses and caresses alike. He was fully naked save for his blue slacks that rested on his thin, bony hips. You were adorning his body in kisses and touches, savoring every sweet taste the feeling of his glistening skin, slick with sweat, left on your tongue and lips. He didn't realize it even himself, but you were just as reenergized from his kisses and touches as much as he was. Your lips were currently trailing up from his belly button to his stomach, leaving patterns of your gentle kisses up from his extremely light haired happy trail up his thin bony body until you reached his chest, which was heaving up and down in painful quivering of lust and desire for any touches you were willing to grant him. You felt your crimson folds ache as your lips engulfed his neck bones pressing against his layer of fragile skin, seeming to want to burst from passion at the way they pushed out of his thin layer of skin as he heaved up and down; sometimes you were convinced they really would burst out in all of the life and energy that Arthur held within him in that small, skinny frame. Arthur's small but undeniably strong biceps were quivering against his skin, both hands leaned behind him as his hands had a white hot knuckled grip on the ends of the counter. His long, romantic eyelashes were fluttering in and out from his striking turquoise eyes, his face spread out in an sweet, gentle, and smooth pattern of pure ecstasy as his head was thrown back while you trailed your face from his neck to the bottom of his chin. As you nibbled and bite at the underside of it, skin just the right amount of loose to make his skin great for nibbling and soft biting and teasing-something Arthur adored-you heard Arthur muttering something softly under his breath. After a few moments of simply letting your hands caress his back and hands did you start to focus on what he was rasping under his voice, so softly and so gently that he was clearly meaning to speak it to himself and to himself alone, not meaning for you to hear him.