Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

Arthur cuddling HCs?

anonymous

Thank you for sending this in! Just a reminder that requests are closed, but this was fairly easy to pump out so I decided why not. I added some nsfw because you know, always horny for our Arthur.

Before he had met you. Arthur had hardly ever spent time with anyone other than his mom, and was never touched unless it was a strict beating that he received from strangers, or an unwanted shoving from a coworker.Arthur couldn't believe how in love with you he was. You were everything he had been waiting for to heal his damaged and calloused soul, so much more than a partner, by also the friend, the company, and just the overall love that he had been deprived from in all areas of his life.You absolutely adored touching him, but he never made the first move. But oh, how he melted when you did touch him. He craved every small touch from you so much to the point where he thought about it in intricate detail when you weren't around.He always craved your sweet fingertips, the soothing sensation of them against his skin feeling like the magic he had always craved against what he deemed his own unworthy skin, feeling as if the touch alone was healing the the touch starved condition that had been with him since birth.Because he never made the first move, he felt anxious that you thought he didn't want you. But that didn't make him as anxious as feeling like if he touched you where you didn't want it, you would leave him.But you knew your Arthur better. There was something about your connection with him that made you be able to read him like an open book. It also didn't help that he wore his heart on his sleeve, whether he wanted to or not: His eyes utterly melted when you two made eye contact for the first time after a long day. He couldn't suppress the whimpers of lust filled desire when you blessed him a rich, deep kiss. He couldn't latch onto you long enough whenever you granted him a chance to touch any part of you. It all added up to him clearly being hopelessly in love with you, but not knowing how to express it.When you sat down together at night, his legs would just barley be grazing you. But you could tell how much he wanted to touch you.His left leg bouncing up and down almost obsessively.His eyes that were red and about to brim over from tears.The scratches he did on his wrists nervously.His eyes flitting over to you more than the tv screen.These mannerisms would continue until you would pull yourself into him, and he would wrap his arms around you, his whole body suddenly relaxing as if it was taking a breath of fresh air.You were growing a little weary of Arthur feeling like he couldn't touch you, of him not realizing that you were truly his.Which is why you came up with the perfect pan to get the love of you life to finally be comfortable enough to know that you were his and his alone.You spread your body on the couch one night, purposely making yourself as cozy and seductive as possible, spreading Arthur's favorite blankets over your body, while allowing one bare leg to show through them. You purposely wore one of his favorite sweaters just to let him know how much you truly belonged to him, and to show how much you wanted to belong to him.When he walked through the door, he head was down in the way it usually was, downtrodden by the world. When he looked up, his innocent face instantly turned a deep shade of red. "Hi, Arthur," you said seductively, purposely letting his sweater that was too big for you fall off your shoulder.Arthur is a blushing mess and can barely choke out, "H-hi, Y/N.""Come over here, baby." Stumbling, Arthur makes his way over to the couch and awkwardly stands over you. You look up at him and pull him down and onto you, kissing him softly on the nose. He lets out a soft whimper of desire and longing, but doesn't make any moves towards you further."Arthur, look at me."Shyly does Arthur lift his green eyes up at you, and his entire stiff disposition completely melts as he looks into your eyes."I want you to touch me, baby." You stroke his face, which he leans and hums into in a cautious but happy manner. "Ok? I'm yours, and I want you to feel like you can touch me and feel me at any time."Arthur shakes his head, but dares to kiss your palm. "I just don't want to scare you away," he mumbles into your hand.You huff at how comically oblivious he is to how much you love him. "Arthur, you could never scare me away. That much I promise you."And with that you guide his hand up your thigh, and Arthur moans into your kiss as he allows himself for the first time to allow himself to love you the way he desires.After that passionate night, Arthur begins to show signs of finally letting himself loving you the way you both crave.He even becomes a little addicted to cuddling, to the point where anytime you're both in your apartment, he wants you in his arms all the time.You're cuddling together in bed and you want to get up for a snack? Arthur picks you up into his arms, stumbling a bit clumsily at how weak he is, but that only make you laugh. For the most part, he manages, and he takes you into the kitchen in his arms and instantly puts his arms around you as soon as he puts you down, resting his chin on your shoulder.He's devoted to asking you to come cuddle as soon as you both eat dinner every afternoon, piling on blankets and pillows on the couch for full coziness.He adores being both little spooned and big spooned. As the little spoon, he feels protected and loved with your arms wrapped around him, and he'll hum songs to himself happily as you both have gentle, whispered conversations and you kiss his hair. But as the big spoon, he feels so protective of you, feeling truly needed and wanted for the first time in his life.He becomes increasingly more bold the more you two cuddle, getting to the point where he begins to bring his hand into your panties while you both are cuddling under the blankets late into the night. Before now, most of your intimate cuddling sessions with anything more than simple cuddling that Arthur had initiated has been soft and warm kisses up and down your neck, mummering softly to you about his day.But now he's feeling more bold and more sure that you really do love him and want him to touch you, so he slides his finger into your underwear and against your clit, making you moan at his touch.He keeps stimulating it and sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body, making you lean your head into his neck in defeat at how deliciously weak he made you.You knew Arthur had so much power over you, but now you were experiencing the full extend of what that truly meant, and Arthur couldn't help but smirk to himself as he realized too.