Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

call me daddy

ask: nsfw request for the reader being younger than arthur and he has a really strong daddy kink 🤤

Length: 2,526

Warnings: Just...really passionate smut.

"Where are you going?" Arthur inquired, his brows furrowed as he traced his fingers over the bridge of your nose.

You smiled softly and kissed the tip of his finger as it was going past your lips, making Arthur flush instantly. "Darling, I told you, we need food."

"But its Sunda..."he almost protested, then his soft voice started to trail off, his shyness getting the better of him, simply wrapping his arms around you tighter. Not that it being Sunday really mattered. You both worked all week, Sundays not normally being a day off for either of you, if either of you got a day off at the same time at all, or in general. This quiet, peaceful day you had together was so rare and precious that Arthur almost felt like he was hallucinating it. He was clinging onto you like a koala bear, partially because he needed the reassurance, partially he just couldn't fucking get enough of you.

You were currently being cradled on his lap sitting on the couch. It had been a few slow, short hours, you both rolling out of bed and then stumbling over to each other on the couch, curled into each other, sharing warm kisses and touches as you mummered to each other softly in small talk with ease to each other lovingly. He had only just started to become comfortable enough to start to voice his opinion on how you spent your days together. He was, certainly, becoming more outspoken about how blatantly hungry he always was for you.

"And?" You retorted playfully, kissing him on his nose, making him blush and beam instantly, moaning and shoving himself into your neck, kissing the crook of your neck as a whispered "don't go" left his lips. He was being especially needy this morning.

"Darling, I'll only be gone for a minute," you cooed, stroking his curls sympathetically. "I'll be back before you know it. Do you want to come with?"

Arthur shook his head, you feeling his face rub back and forth into the curve of your neck, He kept snuggling closer into you as much as he could.

"I just don't want to share you with anyone today," he mumbled into your skin. "I don't want anyone looking at you, I don't want anyone interacting with you." He lifted his head from your neck and looked up at you. "Just want you, all day, to myself."

Your eyes softened as you looked down at his face looking up at you. You stroked one of his curls behind his ear, and he almost purred like a cat at your touch. The usual exhaustion on his face was a little less prominent than usual today, a little more boyish, bouncy and alive. Time with you was always refreshing his soul, but he never just never got enough, both of you always working or separated somehow.

You knew his possessiveness wasn't etched in any purposely toxic intentions or philosophy. You knew that in a lot of ways, Arthur was just severely underdeveloped in the area of love. He was like a starved dog when he was near you, always trying to touch you, feel you, and drink you in as much as he possibly could within the time the world allowed him to. Ever since he was child, he had had love taken away and cheated from him. Love that had been rightfully his. His father had abandoned him, his mother has been toxic, had allowed him to be abused until he was only half the man he had originally been born to be. But you didn't see him that way. You didn't see his disability or the pieces that had been taken away from him as a bad thing, something to be cursed or frowned upon. No, instead you loved him deeper, and treasured him all the more for the damage he had suffered, from what had been taken away from him. The empty pieces in his mind and soul had been left empty, bellowing slivers of what had been taken away from him, and into those empty pieces did you pour more of your love, felt more of the precious tender feelings towards his broken essence that you only wanted to love deeper with every passing day. He was a damaged man, that much had become evident throughout your relationship together, but you couldn't help but treasure him all the deeper for it, because he was your Arthur. And you couldn't, nor wouldn't, have Arthur without the broken hallows and shattered pieces that made him Arthur.