AnonymousI know this was probably meant to be a simple horny request, but this ended up being really romanic. lmao I hope that's ok, I can't really help myself. I'm such a sap. this came out kinda long so idk if anyone will read it lol, but it was a ride to write.Summary: When two people who love each other very much work very hard for long hours, it's hard to resist the short time you have together. Extremely needy Arthur.warnings: sex, nudity, smoking, skinny body described? lolWords: 3,427You woke up to the sound of a Frank Sinatra song lazily droning in the background, the sounds sweeping through the thin walls as you awakened slowly. Cigarette smoke was polluting the air, despite the windows being open, the closest thing to a fresh breeze in Gotham bellowing in. You rolled over on your side, and looked up at the bulk of a person sitting next to you. He had a cigarette dangling in his mouth, and your bleary, tired eyes met his as you met his dazzling ones of a combination of green and blue like the sea. He had a toothy smirk on his face, his crooked teeth beaming at you with all they had. His laugh lines were crinkling up on his face as he gazed at you with that love in his eyes, laced by his eccentricities as a person. It sounded cliche, but his eyes truly were the windows to his enigmatic soul. This was especially true for your Arthur. You could tell he had been watching you for awhile, as he always did. His hair was slicked back with the cheap grease he always used.Your eyebrows furrowed, a bit in confusion, mostly in amusement. "Feeling fancy today, love?" Arthur instantly burst out into a cackle, his head lurching back. It wasn't one of his painful laugh attacks that choked him from the inside out; rather, it was one of his beautiful and genuine laughs, surprisingly deep, yet carefree and childlike. He was clearly in one of his giddy, giggly moods."Mm, no," he said between giggles, putting the edge of his thumb into his mouth as he beamed shyly at the blanket you both were sharing. "Just wanted to look nice for you before work. We won't see each other for at least another.." He frowned softly, conquering up his sense of time through the haze of infatuation you were both in as best as he could. "Sixteen hours?" The light went out of his eyes as he realized how long it would be until you saw you again. He then shrugged, sheepish. "Just want to enjoy the morning with you." He traced his lips with the end of his cigarette, that lost look he got his eyes when he got in these dissociative moods highly present.You rolled your eyes lovingly, and scooted closer to him, sitting up. You wrapped your arms his waist, kissing his bare shoulder. He was in nothing but his underwear, the way he preferred to relax in your apartment. You didn't mind at all; you loved that he felt so liberated in your space that he could be himself, that he associated your space with the place where he could be known, loved, touched, caressed, but most of all, free. "You don't have to do anything to yourself to make our time special, baby," You muttered softly, brushing one loose strand out of his face. You cupped his hand and pulled his face over to you.He turned and looked at you with his soft eyes, his face in a small knit of emotion of a soft kind, melting at your touch. "I love you just as you are."Arthur interrupted the gentle air and the sweet touches of the morning by ripping his lips into yours just then. If there was one thing that made Arthur melt more than your touches, it was your kindness. He engulfed your lips like he was starving, and you knew he had been resisting the need to touch you while you were sleeping. Despite reassuring him that you were his and that he could touch you whenever he pleased, he still hadn't found his confidence yet. It drove you mad; you just wanted him to feel comfortable and equal to you, not to have this game of cat and dog where you had to constantly remind him of his worth. This train of thought made you even more desperate to show him how much you loved him, and you began to tear like a staving animal at his back, digging your nails into his skin, which felt more like bone than skin due to the nature of how skinny he was. He let out a moan that was loud enough to wake the neighbors; he was a far more kinkier man than his shy disposition let on, and he adored when you started to touch and play with his desires that he has fantasized about for so many years. He tried to muffle his moans by burying his mouth into your neck, though his groans were still loud enough to alert anyone within a one foot radius from your door."Love," He just barely managed to choke out, his raspy voice muffled by your hair and your neck. He nibbled on your skin for a moment, unable to resist being close to you, but then lifted his head. "Darling," he tried again, still breathless, as if he was trying to come up underwater for air. "We can't do this right now. You need to go to-" -he let our another helpless moan and he began to pepper kisses up your neck- "work" he finally managed to gasp out as he finished marking your neck in bruises, nibbles, and kisses. You let out a defeated sigh as the realization of reality hit you. As your cheek rested on his bony shoulder, you remembered the time. You had allowed yourself to sleep in a bit this morning, which had been wonderful, especially when Arthur had been spooning you tightly in the early hours of the morning before he got up to bathe and get his cigarette. These early hours were the most precious to you; the nightly hours in general, even. Those were the hours were you both were truly one being, melting into one another, whispering sweet nothings into each others' ears when one of you couldn't sleep, lying by each other's eyes, getting lost in conversation, forgetting the concept of time or where you even were. Nothing existed but the two of you in those hours, and you would give anything to stay there with him forever. But the mornings always came, and the sun rose, and the trashy smells of Gotham and the noises of the city outside always came to life, and before you knew it, you were at work, preparing yourself for another long shift, away from your lovers' touch.But you always came home, and he was always there, reading to embrace you with his open arms, his curly hair and youthful eyes complimented by his weathered face and lips greeting your bone tired form. Or, alternatively, when it was his turn to work a long shift, you were always there for him, often looking downcast as he came in, taking his tired face in your hands, and engulfing it with your caressing, conversation, and love until he became your Arthur again."Love," Arthur mummered, bringing you out of your thoughts. His lips were on the tips of your ear, so close and so gentle was it that it made your spine tingle, sending chills down your spine. "Come on. It's time to get out of bed."You let out a sigh as you finally pulled yourself away from him. You both looked at each other in the eyes for a moment, having a conversation with no words. You took him in; his hair now a little disheveled, his early wrinkles which somehow didn't take away the spirit of his youth, his laugh lines, the eyes that shined out of his face like they were put on the wrong face, so out of place were the light of his eyes compared to his tired, worn body. You could take him in for hours and never be bored, but Arthur was being the responsible one today. Or at least attempting to. He placed a kiss on your forehead, picked up his cigarette butt from the bed where he had dropped in his passion, got out of bed, and took his hand out to you."Come on, sweetheart," he murmured. "Can't have two unemployed clowns in this house." You smirked, taking his hand. Neither of you were currently unemployed; as a matter of fact, both of you were working like dogs, both of you rarely home during the day. But with the short tempers of the employers in Gotham, it wouldn't take much for either of you to get fired. He took your hand and pulled you up, almost too fast. You let out a gasp as he twirled you into a dance, pulling you out with his arm and then twirling you back in, locking both his arms around you tightly."I thought I was supposed to be getting ready for work," you mumbled, melting into his skinny but firm arms. His spirit was strong enough to overcome the weakness of his body, always.He was completely engulfing you, his head bent down to kiss your cheeks, his arms holding you into a beloved lock. "I don't want you to go," he breathed between kisses on you face, his voice soft, childlike and naive. "I was kidding."You let out a small sigh, angling your neck so he could kiss all your soft spots there as well. You really couldn't resist him when he was being clingy like this. His excitement grew like a dog at the sight of your letting him have your bare skin, and he began eagerly kissing the spots he had just left on you only a few moments before, tenderly placing his warm lips on them, engulfing each one softly until he brushed his lips up to the next. The phone rang, almost as if it was the angry parent in the situation that was telling two lovestruck teenagers to get cracking. You both started out of your trance in one another, and Arthur finally let out a sigh and left one last small kiss on your cheek before letting you go. "Guess that's my cue," you said, taking off the remains of your clothes and walking fully naked from the bedroom into the bathroom. You two were so comfortable around each other that you both walked around the apartment naked like it was as natural as breathing. Arthur ran to get the phone.Your bath was short and unwanted, not wanting to rub off the traces Arthur had left on you. You didn't want to strip yourself of his warmth, but you did smell like sweat, cigarettes, and, frankly, general bodily fluids and precum. Not exactly appropriate for going into your workplace for.Once you were done, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your shivering form. Your hair was dripping and wet. You were pretty sure you weren't going to have time to brush it out. Just as you were leaving the bathroom and preparing yourself to get ready for work as fast you could possibly manage (there was no doubt you were going to be late at this point), you stopped in your tracks at the sight of you lover in the small living room.He was dancing in his underwear again.He did this often. He held a sweet, carefree innocence that not even the darkest black of the world could pollute. There was something innate about the very core of his being that was embedded in his simple essence. It could just be something to do with his disability, you thought morbidly, but there was something else about his spirit that was truly untouchable. Something about his soul that Gotham could never touch. He could fall into dark places, but he would always have that softness in his essence, as crazed as it could be at times. And that softness was most apparent when he was dancing. It was otherworldly to you, and you marveled at him everyday. That no matter how much the world trampled down on him, he always remained the artist, a free spirit, untouched by the grim of the world.He became Arthur when he danced. He was always your Arthur, innocent, silly, heart on his sleeve, but he became a new essence when he was with himself and his music. You saw his face had acquired this beautiful concentrated look as he stepped to the music, the lull of the singer's voice perfectly complimenting his steps. He hadn't noticed you come out; the only time he ever didn't notice you and every little thing you did was when he was lost in his own soul.And you wouldn't have it any other way.You stepped forward, trying not to disturb him. He was still completely lost in his trance, and you were being quiet as a mouse. You bit your lip as you stepped forward mischievously. He was only a few inches from you now, as he had stopped stepping and moving back and forth in the small apartment. His form was locked in a strange pose of one arm being lifted up and the other down, torso half leaned over and one foot in front of the other. You waited a moment, appreciating his artistry that was etched into his skin. You then snaked up from behind him, trapping you in his arms, his bony hips suddenly completely captured by you. He visibility jumped, but Arthur was never the one to scream. He put it together within a few seconds that it was you. He always felt safe in your apartment, not just emotionally, but physically as well. Had you done that anywhere else, he would have had a heart attack.You peppered his back in kisses. "Sorry, baby, just wanted to say goodbye properly."Arthur turned himself around, is loving smirk on his face. "Mm, that sounds familiar," he said teasingly, seeing as how this chase between trying to resist each other between the late and early morning was becoming almost your morning ritual. "Probably won't be leaving anytime soon, will we, darling?"You smiled knowingly. "Is that a promise?"Arthur looked into your eyes for a moment. His eyes softened and he took a strand of your hair and pulled it back. "No," he mumbled softly, suddenly serious. "You need to go, sweetheart." No matter how much he craved you, he always wanted what was best for you.Getting fired from your job wasn't best.You sighed, pulling yourself away. Again. You began to stroll towards your room, the music still droning. You entered your room and put on your panties. Just as you were about to close the bedroom door to finish getting dressed, you felt arms snake around your arms again for about the tenth time that morning."Dammit," Arthur growled, digging his teeth into you. You were starting to lose count how many times you had gotten lost in each other within the past ten some hours, with the expectation of the little sleep you two had gotten. The time from when you got home late at night to when you had to leave for work often ended up being a battle between how much time you could possibly find for one another, the hours passing by in a dizzy dance of love and lust.You moaned in response. The fucking phone started to ring again. Neither of you could have cared less.He lifted you up and you wrapped your arms around him eagerly. Your tongues began to dance together, eagerly taking the other in. Arthur took you and pushed you down onto the bed, kissing you passionately as he trailed his lips down your body. You body was heating up fast, sweat coming onto your body again already. If you weren't lost in such a haze of lust, you would have hated yourself. So much for getting clean. Arthur ripped away the towel that was still clinging onto you, and reached down into your panties and began to finger your clit with his fast, bony fingers."Oh-Arthur-" You squealed, your legs bunching up in tension from how good it felt. Arthur looked at you with a crazed look, then kept pounding his fingers into you until he brought them up to his lips, licking the cum off of them like it was breakfast. As shy and uncertain as he could be when it came to making the first move, to intimidate touches like embracing hands or cuddling, when he could tell how hungry you were for him, he did anything he could to please his love. And he was well researched from his years of porn collecting. After all, as damaged as a man as he was, he could only fight off his own hunger for so long. Everything you did turned him on.He pulled off his own underwear, and his erect cock was straight and stiff as a wooden board. You gasped at the excited lurch that seeing it put your pussy in. He pulled himself on top of you, using his bony elbows for balance so that he there was a space of air between you.Oh , fuck."Baby, please don't tease me," you whimpered desperately.. "Please baby, I want you so bad. I want to feel all of you-" you let out a hiccup. "Please.... please enter me, baby."Arthur let out a wide grin, his crooked teeth beaming at you once more. Oh, how he loved how much he loved you. How he loved how much you loved him. How he loved that he could play with within this rich, never ending love, and feel this wanted and desired the way he had always craved."Just a moment, love," he mumbled softly, and brushed his lips against your face. You were whimpering and borderline crying from how much you craved him, needed him. He loved dragging out this moment for as long as he possibly could. The moment where he could feel the love of his life squirming for him, where he felt so needed that it made him reel back. It wasn't done with malicious intent; quite the opposite. Tipping on the edge of where your lust and love for one another became white hot with insanity was something that burned a fire in both of your souls, made both of you feel how truly rich your love for each other was, reaching indescribable levels of magnificent desire for each other. You were both just so head over heels for each other that it was so fun to play games within each other's unconditional love for the other. He was somehow holding himself together a little more than you, just barely keeping his needs for you at bay, brushing his nose against your lips, cheek, chin, feeling you shiver against his touch. The tip of his cock touched your skin, and that alone made you lose it."Arthur!" You screamed. "Inside me, now!" Arthur let out a massive belly laugh at that, his rib cage protruding out from what could hardly be called a stomach, bones bouncing up and down with his laughter, looking like they could bust out of his flimsy rib cage and flesh at any moment. His eyes were crinkled up into black slits, his laugh lines gracing the edges of his eyes. He was beaming at you, his lips closed around his teeth, adoration gracing his features. He kissed the tip of your nose, and then-He slammed his cock into your entrance, and you let out a scream that was sure to wake the heavens themselves from their gates. Arthur let out a groan, and he began to pound himself into you. He was muttering romantic words under his breath as he placed kisses all over you face as best as he could manage. You were lost in a haze of pure ecstasy, too lost in a daze to even be able to see straight.Having been craving you since about four in the morning when he had started his daily ritual of staring at you until you woke, he didn't last long. His cum flooded your panties until they were soaked, as if they had been thrown in a pool. Then he let out a moan and fell beside you, kissing your shoulder adoringly. You blessed his kiss with a nose, which he wrinkled up adorably in response.With shaking, stumbling legs, you crawled out of bed and just barely managed to stumble over to your pile of clothes.You cleared your throat. And began wiping the sweat from your hands with the nearest towel you could find.Being employed was overrated anyway, right?-----------------------------Imagine this: Arthur wakes up from a nightmare, but he's a little confused and frightened and reverts to his childish self. He cries and calls you "Mommy" as he clings to you. anonymousYou would curl up around him and kiss his hair and face softly and would ask him to tell about his nightmare. He wouldn't at first and would just tremble in your arms, but as you reassured him with gentle words and touches that you love him and are an entirely safe space for him, he begins to open up to you, and you two have intimate conversations until he drifts back off to sleep.---------------------------Imagine Arthur playing in your hair as you both laid on the couch, watching tv. he's so obsessed with how beautiful it is that he just decides to comb through it sending you feeling sleepy. He wakes you up with a tender kiss to your neck, telling you how cute you look while asleep anonymousThese were the hours that truly refreshed you, that made everything you went through daily worthwhile. Arthur's naked body was pressed up under yours, and a cozy blanket kissed the skin of you both. Arthur was doing your favorite thing in the world to you; he was tenderly brushing his fingers through your hair, for once paying more attention to you than he was to the Murray rerun. Truth be told, he hadn't had much interest in it since falling in love with you. You were far more interesting."Please don't stop, baby," you moaned as you felt his gentle fingers play with your hair in the most softhearted way only Arthur could. Every sensation was prickling through your body, sending waves of pleasure through you at his every touch. Arthur chuckled. "It's just so beautiful." He really did love everything about you."I swear this is better than our sex," you mumbled sleepily, earning a hearty laugh from Arthur. You smiled before you fell asleep; you adored helping Arthur find joy wherever he could find it. Sleep over took you along with his touches.—"Baby, wake up. Its time for bed."A warm, gentle kiss graced the back of your neck. It was now entirely dark outside; it had been dusk when you two had sat down."Come on, sleepy head," Arthur teased, and helped you sit up gently as he lifted himself up. He took the blanket off, and watched lovingly as you rubbed your eyes."I might replace our bed with you," you grumbled, hating the cold air that greeted you as Arthur removed the blanket. "You're more comfortable than that thing."Arthur beamed a winkled kissed smile and leaned his lips against your cheeks, hot breathing make your vagina throb with desire even in your sleepy state. "Well, if you head to bed, you have permission to sleep on me all night, darling."That was your motivation, and you sprung out of bed like your life depended on it. You heard Arthur laugh as you rushed through the living room and into the bed, hating the cold that was touching your previously warm and cozy body. "Cold, cold, cold," you moaned as you ran. You leaped into the blankets, shoving them over your shivering form.Arthur was behind you shortly, and swept you into his arms as soon as he lied down. He pressed a kiss to your temple."Go to sleep, my cold angel," he mumbled softly. "I need something beautiful to watch for a while before I sleep."
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Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019
FanficA series of romantic one-shots concerning Arthur Fleck.
