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Joaquin Phoenix Characters Masterlist
updated 08 November 2023
Multiple Character Headcanons and Listicles
• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as University Students
• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes
• Joaquin Phoenix Characters - Sleepover Headcanons
• If Joaquin Phoenix Characters Went on Dates
• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Comfort Foods
• Holiday Gift Ideas for Joaquin Phoenix Characters
• Commodus, Abbé, and Joe as Parents
Abbé de Coulmier from Quills
• The World’s a Broken Bone: The Abbé comforts the reader - a nurse at Charenton - when they have a severe migraine.
• Let Me Save You: A crossover with Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak
• The Ballad of Mona Lisa: The reader confesses to the Abbé about fantasies that they have been experiencing lately. (Smut)
• Abbé de Coulmier x Light Academia (aesthetic board)
Arthur Fleck from Joker
• Yandere Arthur Fleck Headcanons
• Arthur Fleck and Joker Jealousy Headcanons
• NSFW Headcanons
• Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public
• Joker and Cruella de Ville Crossover Headcanons
• Arthur Fleck x 50s Retrocore
Bruno Weiss from The Immigrant
• Bruno Weiss x Roaring 20s (Aesthetic Board)
Clay Bidwell from Clay Pigeons
• Misery Loves Company: Clay meets the reader at a bar and the two of them have a much-needed break from their troubles.
• Hey Good Lookin’: Clay loves it when his girlfriend sits on his lap and asks him for a kiss (fluff)
Emperor Commodus from Gladiator
• Imagine Teaching Commodus to Slow Dance
• The Courtesan: The reader is a dancer that catches the eye of Emperor Commodus at a party
• ‘Till I Hear You Sing: A song-based fic based on “Til I Hear You Sing” from Love Never Dies
• What I Did For Love: Continuation from ‘Til I Hear You Sing’. A song-fic based on “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line
• New Girl: A high school AU of the movie Gladiator. The reader has recently moved to Rome and is now a new student at the Roman Educational Institute
• Paparazzi (Hollywood!Commodus x Reader): Another Gladiator AU in which the reader has a chance encounter in Rome with Commodus, a world-famous actor hounded by paparazzi.
• All Love Can Be: Prince Commodus meets the reader through their fathers working together, and eventually decides to ask for her hand.
• Handsome: The reader gets a little drunk while spending time with Commodus, and turns a bit childish and dorky.
• The Festivals of Saturn: Commodus’s first Saturnalia as a young sixteen-year-old co-emperor.
• Lay All Your Love on Me: Commodus falls unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a confident young woman along the seashores of Lanuvium
• Lose Me In the Sight of You: All you wished for was the blessing of Lady Juno that you would find a good husband, yet little did you know that a certain Emperor has grown passionately and hopelessly obsessed with you. (TW: Yandere)
• Emperor Commodus x Vampire Aesthetic
• Commodus’s Outfits as Chocolates
• Similarities Between Chuck Bass from “Gossip Girl” and Commodus from “Gladiator”
SERIES: ALONE WITH YOU INSIDE MY MIND (COMMODUS X READER) - ON HIATUS
The young prince (and soon to be Emperor of Rome) Commodus falls in love with you, the daughter of a nobleman, and nothing will stand in the way of his obsession.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
SERIES: AFTERMATH (COMMODUS X OC) - ON HIATUS
A sequel to the events of the film Gladiator, in which Emperor Commodus survives the duel with Maximus
• Chapter 1: The Impossible Dream
• Chapter 2: Proud of Your Boy
• Chapter 3: The Point of No Return
• Chapter 4: Look Down
• Chapter 5: Beneath a Moonless Sky
• Chapter 6: These Palace Walls
• Chapter 7: Wait For It
• Chapter 8: Something There
• Chapter 9: Be Prepared
• Chapter 10: Twisted Every Way
• Chapter 11: All I Ask of You
• Chapter 12: History Has Its Eyes on You
Max California from 8 MM
• Max California x Dark Academia
• Max California Proposing to You (Headcanons)
Ray Elwood from Buffalo Soldiers
• Ray Elwood Taking You Out on a Date Would Include...
Willie Gutierrez from The Yards
• Blackout: The reader is Willie Gutierrez’s new neighbor, and the two of them accidentally meet during a power outage
• The Light Blinking at the End of the Tunnel: The reader offers some much-needed comfort to Willie after finding out about his dark past.
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Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing
Genre : Fluffy Cut Relationship
Summary : Waking Up Your Boyfriend In The Morning
Word count : 1.1k
It's was 6:00 and this morning your boyfriend Joaquin have a training for his role in filming but you knew very well when he's cuddle with you he will be so lazy and it's so hard to make him leave for his work
This morning as like every day together but it's was different because you wake up first sometimes he is waking up before but he keep staying in the bed just have a fun with you and spend some time while making jokes
When you wake up and you turned to looked at him as he lay soundly beside you he was so peaceful you know you will be tired for so many try to wake him up but it's still your job as his girlfriend you know that he need to be training with his co-stars in the filming place
'Baby..Joaquin" - you shook him gently but there's no answer but a another try won't hurt
"Baby" - you whispered again as keep shook his shoulder gently this time he's awake but he didn't open his eyes
'Hmm" - just a little humming to answer you he was so lazy this moment
"Won't you wake up now you need to leave baby" - you replied as put a smile on your face just to let him remember what he must do today
But suddenly he opened his eyes softly looking at you..you thought he will get up from the bed but you was wrong when he gets closer to you his nose brushed yours and let his lips against yours..soft kisses
You kissed him back of course but in the same time you want to break the kiss to let him control himself and go to the filming place so you pulled away from the kiss made his eyeshadow looked at you with a question look like 'what's wrong'
'Baby" - he whispered in low tone that made your stomach feel like having many of butterflies
'Yes?" - you answered in the same tone want him to continue his talk
"Just kiss me probably" - he whispered as his hands caresses your face softly
His lips meet yours again and the kiss was deep and disparate as your hands around his neck putting him close to you that made you go back a little and made him top on you
He never want to break the kiss but he know that both of you need to breathe so he pulled away and breaks the kiss while his eyes still on you keeping staring at you like you're his world
'Why you're so touchy today" - you asked him calmly because all the time he's calm and shyly but this morning he was someone else
'Because i missed this i miss your kisses" - he answered smiled at you as came closer against you and kissing you
This handsome guy this morning was like a baby who need attention and love cuddles and kisses from you so when he kissed you again he feel your fingers in his hair as his hands were on your waist pulling you close to him to feel you against him
"Can you get up now?" - you asked him between the kiss and you can feel him smirking
"Okay okay" - he replied shortly as pulled away from the kiss but he give you a kiss on your forehead and nose
He get up to get dressed and he was watching you go back and take his side of the bed that made you hear his giggles about it you know how to make him laugh because you know him very much as much you loved each other
Few minutes and he's back and he was dressed and ready to go to training for his role..he walked around the bed and he sat down on your side of the bed let his fingers moved your hair from your face
"Are you going now?" - you asked him as smiling and keep your eyes closed you could hear him let out a sigh
"Yeah darling but i promise i will back soon" - he answered and this word made your eyes open to see if he mean it
'Really? You won't be late like always?" - you whispered as trying to read his eyes and he give you a nod making you believe him
He pulling you in his lap he like to hold you in his arms tightly before leaving for somewhere this one of his habits he was so warm just a silent hug and soft kisses on your face
'I love you" - he whispered as give you a kiss on your cheek
'Love you too suger guy" - you whispered your nickname for him made him smiling to you
He stood up and left for training of his role in his incoming film he knew you will be sleeping some hours after he left because you Loved his side of the bed so much
Joaquin while he made his way to the team of actors he can feel that he's very lucky to have a girlfriend like you in his life for him you deserve the love and everything that could make you feel happiness because he loves you so much
He will love every morning for you as his girlfriend and his future wife
Your job as his girlfriend every morning is making him..
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𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓞𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮
Arthur Fleck x Reader
Warning: Gross amounts of fluff.
Enjoy this Christmas Ficlet.
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You hated the cold.
No matter how many oversized sweaters you donned, the wind still found its way through your icy skin.
You enjoyed an evening stroll down to the only area in which Gotham had some greenery: a small park. With your feet in fuzzy socks, and double knotted combat boots, you shivered in the Christmas Eve air. This was not the weather you were hoping for, but you couldn't bring yourself to wuss out, simply from the cold, but you soon regretted your decision. Your nose hairs were starting to turn into icicles, and your ears were getting sore. You could use a large cup of coca, with loads of whipped cream on top. The very thought gave you the energy to leave your walk and up the several flights of stairs to reach your dreadful apartment.
When the screech of a gate reached your ears, you knew that the heat from your building would soon relive your incessant chills. It was by no means a burst of warm air, but it was certainly better than outside, and that was enough for you. Even the rattling of the elevator didn't seem to bother you as much as it normally did: it was warmer than the winter wonderland you had exited from.
You were about to slide the key into the lock when you heard the dull sound of footsteps, nearing you. Glancing upward, your eyes met the figure of your next door neighbour: Arthur Fleck. His head was down, and he was carrying a bag of what you presumed were medications from the pharmacy. You knew of Arthur's condition, from the few times you had spoken to him. He was rather quiet, but you could tell he had a kind soul.
"Hey Arthur!"
He turned around in surprise, his eyes meeting yours. It made your heart stop for a quick second.
"Hey, Y/N." He smiled gently, setting down his bag and reaching for his keys.
"H-have you had a good holiday?"
He turned back towards you again, seeming surprised you were continuing this conversation. He opened his mouth, and shut it again, giving a slight nod.
"That's good." You weren't sure exactly how to continue the conversation and you glanced at your snow-slicked boots, trying to think of another question you could ask him.
Before you could he finally spoke. It was so soft you felt yourself stop breathing in fear it would be too loud.
"How has yours been?"
"Great!" You responded far too quickly and enthusiastically. You cringed inwardly.
This response seemed to have startled him, as his eyes widened and he gripped tightly on his door handle.
Before he could beeline for his apartment, you stepped towards him.
"Uhm, I was going to maybe drink some hot chocolate, and listen to some music. Would you....care to join me?" You felt your face get hot, as you fidgeted with the hems of your sleeves.
He looked down the hall, and back to you.
"What, me?" he questioned, gesturing to himself.
You grinned.
"Yeah, who else, silly?"
His hand was clutching the doorknob with all his might, his eyes darting to his door.
"Well, uhm, my mom is expecting me..." He refused to meet your eyes, as he stared down at a stain in the hideous carpet.
"Oh, well that's alright." You bit your lip, trying to hide the disappointment that most definitely was on your face. You liked the guy, what could you say? There was something very intriguing about him, that kept you wondering.
"Sorry." He barely whispered.
"No, it's alright. I get it. Have a good Christmas." You almost scrambled to get your own door open. Once you had closed it, you felt yourself breathe normally for the first time since you had seen him.
You couldn't lie; you were pretty crestfallen when he made his excuses. You were certain you had freaked him out by being too eager, something you were normally quite good at, but for some reason hadn't been. He gave you butterflies, and you weren't sure why.
Sulking, you trudged towards your sofa and let your weight fall down on top of it, not caring if you had even removed your coat or boots.
It's not like you had expected to see him. Why were you so upset he didn't accept your invite?
You know exactly why, a little voice chirped, to which you huffed in annoyance.
You were too lazy to even get up and make your much needed cup of cocoa, opting for a sip of tepid coffee, which made you gag in repulsion.
So much for a nice Christmas Eve.
It had seemed like hours, but had only been a few minutes, you heard a knock at your door.
Part of you wanted to ignore it, but you also were curious who was on the other side.
You, with some difficulty, finally made yourself get up and open the door.
To your utter and complete surprise, it was Arthur Fleck.
The butterflies returned.
"Hi."
"Hey, Arthur."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
You could swear you could hear your heart beating.
"I-I wanted to come over, it's just...I got nervous and...." a small fit of giggles suddenly erupted from his mouth.
You looked at him with deep concern.
"No, it's ok. Really. I completely understand. You don't need to explain yourself to me." You reached out, resting a hand on his arm, and rubbing it comfortingly.
He clutched his chest, taking a few deep breaths.
"I-I, appreciate it." he finally got out, blinking back his watery eyes.
You smiled at him, your eyes gleaming with warmth.
"Come in. I'll make you some hot chocolate."
He nodded and let you pull him into the apartment.
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You were stirring a packet of chocolate mix into warm milk, your toes bouncing, as you hummed the chorus to a popular Christmas tune. The cocoas were loaded with whipped cream and topped off with a slightly dinky candy cane. You admired your effort, and took both mugs to where Arthur was sitting.
He was admiring your large collection of records, his eyes set on your special edition of Nat King Cole.
"Jazz fan, huh?"
He set the record down, and reached for the cup of cocoa.
"Yeah, I guess so."
You took a sip. You felt it warm your body almost immediately, and let yourself relax and sink into the sofa. There was something so wonderful about this time of year, even if the cold was like Hell frozen over.
And the company certainly made it better.
You supposed he was quiet because he didn't have much to say, but, you wondered if maybe he had so many inhibitions set into him, that he just chose not to talk, in fear of what others would think.
"Why are you always so nice?"
The question seemingly came out of nowhere and took you off guard.
"Because I like you."
You couldn't believe you had said that with so much nonchalance, you wanted to both pat yourself on the back and smack yourself in the face.
He nearly spat out the hot chocolate from his mouth. Choking slightly, he gasped for air.
"Y-you d-do?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I? You take care of your mom, you work in a place to make people laugh, and you always smile at me when we cross paths. I think you have such a lovely soul, Arthur. I hope that you know that."
He seemed genuinely grateful for your praise. It was clear he didn't hear it often. You feared that people often judged him because of his condition.
"No. I guess I didn't." He ran his hands down his arms as if a chill had run through him. "I think that I don't deserve that."
You wanted to cry at his confession. What a tragic admission, to not know your own goodness.
"Oh, Arthur. I know you do."
Before either of you could comprehend what was happening, had reached out for his face, and had kissed him.
It was brief, and uninteresting, but it sent a larger wave of heat than the hot chocolate had.
You wanted another one.
You hesitated, fearing he hadn't wanted to be touched this way, but were completely shocked when he reached for the back of your neck and kissed you again, this time with a little more movement.
Your head had gone completely fuzzy, and you had forgotten all concepts of time.
When he pulled away, you let out a rattly breath.
"Wow, Arthur I had no i-"
You didn't finish your sentence before his mouth was on yours again.
There was no stopping him now. You had confessed, and now so had he. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands slid from your neck to your waist, and finally settled on your hips.
Neither of you were sure how long you kissed, but you were certain the moment he released you that you were addicted.
You laughed, your fingers finding their way through his chestnut curls.
"You keep that up, there's no way I'm letting you leave."
He chucked.
"I probably should. My mother might need me."
Before he could stand up, you let your legs cage him between you.
"Nooo, you can't go now. I just got warm." you pouted.
"Y/N, c'mon, you'll be alright. I promise."
And with that he lifted you off him, and made his way to the door.
Before you could feel more saddened at his disappearance he turned just before exiting.
"Don't worry baby. I'll be back."
With a wink, he closed the door behind him.
Merry Christmas indeed.
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Hope you like!
Have the most wonderful Christmas!
<3 Lyddie
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midnight rain.
pairing: Commodus x Fem. Reader
word count: 3,777
warnings: toxic/unhealthy relationship dynamics(?) and mentions of specific gender roles (I don’t know how else to describe it)
summary: A retelling of the ‘frightful dream’ scene . . . Your husband Commodus requests some time alone while he reads scrolls from the senate. When night comes and he still has not sent for you, you take matters into your own hands; you find him fast asleep, but never at peace. // Reader stumbles upon her husband Commodus who’s been crying and offers him comfort.
author’s note: I never thought I’d write for Commodus again and I am so pleased that inspiration struck! A few things before reading: I am not trying to promote toxic masculinity or the idea that men shouldn’t cry or express emotion, but at the time, it would have been viewed as a weakness especially from someone of Commodus’ social standing. I wanted to delve into his mind a little and write a softer side to him that he surely has, but that we did not see too much of onscreen. His descent into madness intrigues me and I wanted to explore that in this fic somewhat. All seriousness aside, I just want to hold Commodus while he cries and writing this allowed me to do so, at least, in some form. If you read this fic, I hope you enjoy it.
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The emperor was midnight rain.
Winds rich with humidity blew through the open palace halls, carrying the pungent scent of fresh herbs, smoke from guttering torches and the heavy rains yet to come. Storms were brewing on the horizon and while the people of Rome slept, unbeknown to them, there too was a cacophonous melody playing inside of their Caesar’s tired mind.
It was far too late for you to be wandering the palace alone, but Commodus had bid you leave; he was to spend the twilight hours poring over scrolls from the Senate, as his father was apt to do in the past. The young emperor sought not to follow in his father’s footsteps, but be that as it may, some things cannot be helped.
You had busied yourself in the gardens earlier, when the light still stretched across the sky and plunged the Roman landscape in a vibrant orange glow that slowly faded until the wispy clouds high above your head twisted into a mesmerizing purple-pink majesty. You found solace amongst the flowers, watching idly as little bees busily buzzed from bloom to bloom.
When the light died and you still had not been sent for by the emperor, you took leave of the gardens and reentered the palace through the open doors.
Inside, you made yourself comfortable in the library for a few hours to delve into a book or two, devouring the words on each page like your mind was starved of food for thought.
Immersed in another world were you and did not pay mind to the bustling which took place beyond your imaginings.
Servants passed through the halls, completing their evening duties, lighting torches for ease of sight as the night set in, cleaning the already spotless floors, checking and rechecking stock to be certain there was enough of everything… Even the ghastly praetorians and their looming, statuesque figures faded while you were so captivated by ink on a page.
As the pitch black of midnight bled in through the outer walls of the fortress, the hustle and bustle of evening had dissipated considerably and the only prevailing sounds were those of the whispering winds through silk curtains billowing in the minor disturbance or a barely imperceptible clink or grate of armor as a praetorian moved from his post.
Still, no word from your emperor.
That fact disturbed you, though you knew he was safe. The palace would have been thrust into chaos had anything been amiss, yet it still gnawed at you that this was highly unusual.
Commodus was protective to a fault and rarely let you out of his sight for any length of time, but he had been pulled in many a direction for the duration of the week at hand and you had to find entertainment where you could. The Senate and the people of Rome needed him now; you could wait.
When Commodus became emperor, everything changed like midnight.
You put your book back in its place on the shelf and quietly crept from your sanctuary. Your guards, stationed at the door, fell into step behind you and trailed you down the hall like phantoms of night. It felt silly to be so cautious inside the palace, but it was Commodus’ orders; what was the use in listening to him if he was just going to forget about you?
Turning, you dismissed them and, with a shared, confused expression between the two of them, they branched off and left down a side hall.
It appeared that you were finally alone, but such was never the case in Commodus’ domain.
You forged ahead beneath the watchful gaze of praetorians you knew were there, but you could not see them. They were there for your protection, to diligently guard the palace and the emperor, but their strict stoicism and the serious air about them made you nervous. The unwavering loyalty between emperor and his personal guard was strengthened by one man’s resolve, though your Commodus had been plunged into manic paranoia until it became oppressive.
Your footsteps carried, heightened by the fact that there were no other movements or sounds coming from elsewhere to blend with yours.
You took yourself straight to Commodus’ chambers.
There were two guards posted at the doors that were still shut tight. All was as it had been when you left, except these guards were fresh and bright eyed, having replaced the two that had been there before.
You approached them and bid they let you enter, “I request that you allow me access to the emperor’s chambers,” you said.
“Caesar has requested that he not be bothered,” one of them spoke, unconvinced to let you pass despite your connection to the emperor.
“I can assure you that, should Caesar be displeased by my admittance, it will not fall upon your shoulders.”
They seemed uncertain, but soon relented, stood aside and allowed you to enter.
You did not want to disturb him and you did your best to keep any sound of your entrance to a minimum as you slid through the doorway and into the vast room.
The cold floors were contrasted by the wet winds that blew in from the open terrace. Night was well under way and you were worn, though your walk from the library to your emperor’s chambers had accelerated your heartrate considerably. It would be nice to relax with him, alone, if he had found himself at a proper stopping place with his scrolls.
Upon initial inspection, the room looked relatively unchanged. The desk was still covered with open scrolls, parchment and ink. His quill rested idly by and, though all appeared well within your initial inspection, the only thing out of the ordinary was that the emperor was missing from his workspace.
You cast a look over your shoulder, noting the miniature scale of the colosseum was unchanged, and your searching gaze landed on the bed. Commodus was curled in on himself tightly, his back to you, as he snoozed lightly on the plush mattress.
You smiled to yourself, reasoning that he must’ve gotten so absorbed in his work that he’d not realized the time, grown exhausted and retired for the night before he could send for you.
Odd as that may have been, it was plausible. Commodus had never been known to have forgotten you before, but things were different now. He made a conscious effort to please the Senate and that meant spending extra time revisiting scrolls, passing legislation and participating in, as well as negotiating, Rome’s politics with the dry old men your emperor had once been so critical of.
Commodus rarely slept, at least, undisturbed sleep was near impossible for him to achieve. Perhaps the scrolls kept him from thinking of it, you thought, and that was why he had been able to visit the land of dreams, but you were relieved that he had finally found peace.
Your fingers skimmed one of the jade marble pillars as you shifted about the room, uncertain of how you should bridge this gap. Torchlight streamed in from the carved stone latticework, coating half of the room in a spectacle of oddly shaped shafts of light, including the curtains which framed the imperial bed.
To avoid the embarrassment of awakening him, you swiftly removed your sandals so that the noise of you walking would not echo. You shivered as the chill of the marble floor penetrated your skin and sank deep within you – a pleasant reprieve from the humid air.
However, when the wind blew in through the open terrace particularly hard, you drew your yellow stola in closer about your shoulders. You noticed that Commodus’ own garb had been removed – his cape and armor lay on a table not far from the colosseum model – and he slept in just his tunic.
It puzzled you that he lay on top of the linens and your brow creased in thought.
Tentatively, you approached the bed, careful to remember to step up onto the raised platform; the thought of tripping and unceremoniously toppling onto the emperor of Rome as he slept was not a pleasant one, but the thought still made you smile. If something of that nature were to happen, it might make Commodus shriek in terrible fright and send the guards at the door into a frenzy, but once he realized it was only you, there would have been no repercussions, only gentle laughter as he pulled you into the bed beside him.
You had fallen in love with the young Roman prince, before he had become emperor, three summers ago when the heat of late August was not the only thing which left you feeling breathless.
There was nothing he would not have done for you then and that was still the same now, even if everything else was different.
You remembered fondly how he had courted you, eventually asking for your hand in marriage and how you had eagerly accepted. You were wed the summer before this; little did you know those few months would be the last time that things would ever be so simple.
You sank onto the bed and the mattress dipped beneath your weight.
Commodus murmured softly and folded in on himself a bit more, instinctively protective of his vulnerability. It pained you to witness his paranoia, even while he slept. The ever-present thought that at any given moment someone might burst through the door and try to hurt him kept him from ever letting his guard down completely. That, among other things, kept him awake most nights.
The torches and oil lamps still burned bright; the fuel had been replenished earlier by some servants while Commodus was busy with his scrolls. Your heart ached for the young man who never slept in the pitch black of night; he was afraid of the dark and maybe that was why he never would look in the mirror either, because that same darkness lived in him, too.
You were compelled to reach out and touch him, then, gently stroking your hand along the curve of his face and as you did, you gasped in surprise, almost drawing your hand away; his warm cheek was damp with tears.
It had not been long since the emperor had fallen asleep, cried himself to sleep, you painfully reminded yourself.
Why had he not sent for you?
Resisting the urge to wake him, you shifted your weight as you settled in behind him and draped an arm over him. Soon, the solid press of his back against your front eased your nerves and you carefully and deliberately reached up and combed your fingers through his dark hair. He cooed softly in his sleep, sniffling a little as he relaxed beneath your touch. The tension flooded out of his shoulders while you held him like this. Even in his sleep, he could sense that the comfort was yours, brought to him by his cherished wife who loved him more than his own father ever had.
His father.
Commodus had tried to be the son that the great Marcus Aurelius had wanted. He had tried to make his father proud, but nothing he had done was good enough and, what was worse, he did not know why. Why did his father not love him? Commodus did not know the reason, but in the end, it was clear: Marcus Aurelius had longed for a different son.
Since then, Commodus had tried to squeeze love from various sources but it never satisfied him.
Not until he met you.
“My love…” you whispered to him, careful to lift him gently out of his dreams, “please awaken and talk to me.”
Commodus moaned and for a moment you were not sure if he had heard you until he responded with a full-bodied stretch and the rustling of fabric met your ears as he turned to glance at you over his shoulder.
His eyes were green like freshly sliced limes and just as bittersweet; they were red-rimmed and tired, lined with dark circles that alluded to the many nights he had suffered through without sleep.
He said nothing, but turned over until he was able to wrap his arms snugly around your shoulders. He remained that way for a time, clinging to you while his body adjusted to wakefulness after the impromptu nap.
His heavy eyelids fluttered and his head dropped to your shoulder, “I’m sorry…” the apology was whispered into your skin and you almost did not hear him.
When he looked up at you with an almost childlike expression on his face, you cupped his cheek in the palm of your hand and stroked across it with the pad of your thumb, “Commodus,” you started, “is everything alright, my love?”
He craned his neck and kissed your palm, “it is,” he said, “now that you are here.”
Your hand fell away and reached for his, sliding your fingers into the spaces between his own thicker digits. He squeezed you tight, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he looked away again, “I meant to send for you, but I was in such a state…”
He did not need to tell you more. He had been crying, that much was confirmed by the drying tear tracks upon his smooth cheeks and the redness in his eyes. Commodus’ emotions were often left unchecked; he felt so viscerally, violently and brutally and the tears would come, whether they were born out of pure sadness, or frustration and rage.
It was one thing to express emotion, but it was another entirely to witness it from the emperor of Rome.
The only time he could fall apart was when he was by himself.
He was supposed to be a fearless hero but instead he cried more than some women did and that was unacceptable.
At least, it had been for the stoic philosopher Marcus Aurelius, who had once grown tired of his son’s outbursts. Commodus doubted it would be any different now. The palace was his own, but this new life was not.
He did not want his servants or his guards to see him crying while asking after you; that was not an image he wished to paint for them.
While he waited for the tears to subside, he had relaxed on the bed until he succumbed to his exhaustion.
“That is alright,” you assured him, “I was reading in the library for a time because I thought you were still at work.”
“No,” he responded, the dulcet tones of his honeyed voice was indicative of sleep, the vestiges of which still clung to him like ivy on stone, “I finished with that some time ago. These senators demand more from me each passing day that I have no choice but to work as I do now, just like my father had done.”
That sentiment hit some nerve within him and was certainly the source of these tears and what had brought them forth, “Commodus,” you repeated his name but the sound of it did not reach him.
He was looking through you, unsettling as that was, he was prone to it. Often did you wonder what he heard and saw in these moments that were lost to the wind and rain. These elements were, too, present within the emperor who was waning into crescent, tearstains glittering like stars on his cheeks – this man was made of midnights and he was hauntingly beautiful.
Only, when the darkness had overtaken him, he did not reemerge anew.
You tenderly kissed his forehead; his skin was warm against your lips. He drew you closer through the barely imperceptible inhale as his nose rested at your collarbone and you tilted your head back, allowing him to find comfort where it was needed.
He had dropped your hand in favor of holding you while his full lips pressed bruising kisses against the bare column of your neck. Your fingers found his hair again, giving it a gentle tug of affection that made him groan appreciatively.
He lifted his head and leaned close, his sweet breath fanning across your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes flickered in the lamplight as he looked at you, “do you know what my father said once?”
You languidly chased his lips with your own, but he eluded your desires, resolving to let you capture and conquer him in his own time, when he was ready.
“I don’t,” you replied, “won’t you tell me?”
“He said that it’s a dream…a frightful dream, life is.”
You looked into Commodus’ eyes, but he was somewhere else. You did not have the courage to speak up until he asked you, “do you think that’s true?”
You hesitated, momentarily assessing how best to respond.
“Sometimes it is,” you settled on a half-hearted agreement for now and his shoulders slumped into you as though out of some sort of relief.
“And I have only you to share it with…” Commodus’ eyes brimmed with tears and he bit back a sob, “but I have no proper time with you now. It is all like some great nightmare!”
Your arms encircled him comfortingly and you rubbed his back to soothe him, understanding that his tender state was in part the fault of his father who had failed him as a child, but also because Commodus was just so tired. In his fitful sleep, it was difficult to reach him, but even more when he was awake because he could not escape his nightmares even during the day.
There was a slowly burning madness inside of him and soon it would boil over.
But, not tonight.
“Shh, Commodus.”
You held him close while he cried, shoulders shaking with the force of each painful sob that carried and reverberated off the palace walls and made it seem all the louder.
You pulled him in against you, your bodies flush to one another and you could feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest.
Commodus scrounged for love in every aspect of his life, searching for fulfillment in dealings with his guards, the people of Rome and occasionally even the senate. He desired love himself, but he also wanted to be the provider of love to his people because if they respected him then perhaps, they might love him, too.
It was you who gave him what he needed, only, it seemed that it was not enough.
He had an empire to run, scrolls to read, legislation to propose and citizens to care for; Commodus was meant to be an emperor first and a husband, second.
His sobs grew quieter and more restrained, changing from full-bodied cries to soft whimpers. Your cheek rested against the crown of his head, your hand still rubbing his back as you held tight to him.
Many times had you found yourself in this position, but few of them were like this.
The tearful emperor would have been perceived as weak by anyone who might have seen him like this, but not you. You knew what he was capable of, even if no one else did. The moon might only reflect the sun’s light back upon the shadowed earth, but there were things one could only dream of that lurked in the darkness that not even the light of day could brighten. There, too, were demons veiled by the emperor’s dark side and once in a blue moon they were revealed by the light.
He was quiet now, but he breathed deeply, dragging in oxygen harshly through his nose while his cheek rested gently against your chest. He could listen to your heartbeat in this position and his lips bore a marginal smile.
“You know I love you,” Commodus whispered to you in that unassuming, hushed tone his voice took on when he was calm.
His lips found purchase on your neck again and you released a pleased sighed, “and I love you, too.”
The storm had passed.
The drought had been the worst, but the rain was over and the clouds had begun to part; Commodus was returning to himself, and after the downpour, you both would flourish again.
When he was overwhelmed, Commodus had to purge the emotions that consumed him.
“Shall we ready ourselves for bed, darling?” you posed the question as not to disrupt him; he seemed comforted by your closeness, satiated and remedied now that you were in his presence once more.
You felt him nod once, “I think that would be for the best,” he agreed, lifting his head when the sound of rain suddenly flooded into the room.
Beyond your chambers, the sky opened and rain came down from the heavens like you had anticipated might happen into the night. The gods were crying with the emperor, watering the lands of rich, fertile soil for the flowers, plants and food that would grow here.
Commodus smiled wistfully as he gazed out to watch the droplets fall to earth, “What did you mean?” he asked.
The sudden question perplexed you.
“Meant what, darling?”
“That life is a frightful dream, only sometimes,” he clarified, “implying that it is not so all of the time.”
He had turned to look at you and your heart skipped a beat. Your lover’s eyes held their usual mischievous brightness that enchanted you, sparkling like springtime and full of icy vitality. His full lips parted as he waited for your response and you had to steel your imagination against kissing him instead.
Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck that had grown long enough to curl a little, “well,” you began and felt him press even closer, if that were possible, as he hung on your every word, “life does often feel like a dream to me, but not always an unpleasant one.”
“Yes,” he appeared childlike as he agreed with you, “I suppose that for all of the unpleasantness, there are still good things.”
“Like you,” you said, “us.”
Commodus expelled a brief, lighthearted chuckle, “you are right about us, my love.”
That is a good thing. We are a good thing.
You heard the admission in his voice, he did not need to say it because you felt it. It was there, in all that he did. You were enough for Commodus and you always would be, even on days when he was pulled in different directions that did not lead to you; he would always come home.
The love was present in the way he held you, kissed you, made time for you, loved you.
Yes, Commodus loved you.
He always had.
#commodus#commodus x reader#commodus x you#emperor commodus#joaquin phoenix#joaquin phoenix x reader#gladiator#gladiator 2000#biblio :: 📖
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can i please request jealousy hcs for joe from "you were never really here"? i haven't been normal about this man for a day in my life and i don't plan to start either✊😔 love your work, mwah
YESSS I rewatched n I was like “this man def fucks u over the sink when ur coming out for ur midnight piss” like hes plaguing me.
Jealousy and Joe Headcanons
(the V TAPER IN THIS PIC IM SLIDING DOWN THE WALLLLL)
He’s so silent treatment coded.
He knows the kind of attention that’s inevitable when you have a pretty girl, even worse when they’re sociable and friendly - the man cannot hold a conversation like a normal person unlike you (because he just isn’t a normal person).
It’s so hard for him to understand that you’re just nice without ulterior motives, but he isn’t confident that others have good intentions. His line of work keeps that in the back of his head. He can’t separate the cruelty of humanity with the kindness he only sees in you.
The last thing he wants is for you to see him be aggressive. He would rather bite his tongue in every instance to avoid confrontation. When he considers getting involved he just… looms.
The way your eyes gravitate to behind who you’re talking to and they meet Joe hovering over you two usually makes them greet him nervously, they can tell you two are close by the way you smile at him all tender.
He’s silent there and he’s silent at home. It’s just who he is; brewing on what he wants to say and not wanting to say it unless it’s perfectly phrased. It never is.
So he looms in the kitchen quiet, only grunting in affirmation or rejection. You notice that but remain quiet and tread carefully to brighten his mood; you really love the conversation with people in passing. They don’t mean anything just because your pals happen to be men here and there. He just can’t quit the thought that every man wants you as lewdly as he does. Every man must want you and eat you with his eyes.
Silent brushing your teeth, silent in the shower, silent crawling into bed. He turns his back to you. Brooding all boyish despite the age in his face screaming man.
You reach out, tracing the tattoo on him: a perfect circle. He tenses, breath hitching.
You coo, a breath beneath the hum of the fan and the re-run of I Love Lucy playing for white noise: “You’re the only man I love Joey baby.”
It’s 2am when he’s presses that warm kiss to your forehead and his muscles relax. He hums an apology into your hair. You don’t need to overcomplicate the way you say it. Just let him huff in that moment.
RAAAA I need to watch some more joaquin I rewatched gladiator im gonna write sum commodus but phoenix babies come hither hes back up hes so up rn
#nana writes#ywnrh#you were never really here#joaquin phoenix imagine#joaquin phoenix x reader#joaquin phoenix x you#my rotating interest in actors help
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Slowly might become a joaquin phoenix account i love him so much actually
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Also, how come no one writes for his character in We Own The Night. He's so hot in that movie 😵💫
#joaquin phoenix x reader#joaquin phoenix#commodus x reader#arthur fleck x reader#bobby green x reader#joaquin phoenix characters
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Dating Headcanons – Joe (“YWNRH”)
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: mentions of abuse, mental health struggles (PTSD)
Summary: All in the title
A/N: Hey guys! Wanted to write some general headcanons while I’m working on a longer fic. Because God, I love Joe so much it’s crazy, he deserves everything. Hope you enjoy!
Your relationship starts out slowly, and I mean slowly. Truth is, Joe knew that he'd be in love with you since the moment you've met and it terrifies him. For the longest time, it's been one of Joe's many deep-seated beliefs that he's completely unlovable. Or that even if he somehow isn't, that it's too much of a liability to love him anyway. It's always on his mind: suffocating, ever present.
He can't save anybody. He can't stop anybody from being hurt. Worse, he can't even let anyone in, can't share this burden that's been there all his life - it's something he has to carry on his own.
So when you get into the picture, Joe gets... Cautious. You're such a warm presence in his life, so lovely, so... Fragile. What if something happened to you? What if something happened to you because of him? Joe would never be able to forgive himself, so he keeps his distance at first. He's quiet and reserved, he doesn't talk much, he barely touches you when you go out at first; it gets to the point where you start to question if he even likes you. But at the end of the day you know he does, because Joe always comes back to you no matter what, over and over again.
You stay. You stay right there with him, and when Joe finally confesses to all of the feelings that are eating at him, you're devastated and horrified - but you still stay. You tell him how you're okay with that, how the pain would be worth it if it meant knowing him. It's the kind of strong, healthy love Joe isn't used to, and that's exactly what makes him realize he wants to be by your side, always.
Joe rarely talks about his past, or his present, for that matter – he opens up very slowly. Deep down, although he has trouble verbalizing it, he still thinks that he somehow deserved all of the abuse and tragedy that happened in his life. He also has a vague understanding of how irrational it is, how horrifying it would sound said out loud, so he keeps quiet. You're ready to listen no matter how much or little he reveals; you always, always insist that he's a good person and none of it was his fault. Joe tries his hardest to believe it.
It takes lot of time, trust and deep late night conversations before Joe tells you what he does for a living. He knows how much you love him and that’s exactly what makes him hold back: the thought of you getting scared or seeing him differently once you know the truth. But, despite every reason he can think of, you simply don’t. You’re worried for him, as a lover would be, but that’s it. Joe doesn’t know what he did right in life to deserve you; you know he’s never had to deserve you in the first place.
Joe doesn’t expect you to wait for him when he comes back from his jobs, but he feels incredibly loved when you do. You sacrifice your sleep simply because you want to see him? It’s so wonderful and so unfamiliar to him. It’s a promise of a better future.
His main form of love? Definitely acts of service. You need something fixed in the house? He's on it. Hard day at work? He's already running you a bath so you can relax. You need a ride for any reason? He’s going to pick you up, no questions asked. It makes Joe feel nice, knowing that he makes your life a little better. If only he knew how much.
He’s a great listener. Had a shitty day at work? He's here to comfort you. Saw a new movie that's absolutely great and Joe just has to see it? He's here to hear you gush about it. Joe isn’t much of a talker by nature and he deeply appreciates when you share these things with him. After all, they’re what makes you, well, you.
He loves when you steal his clothes. The first time it happened on accident - you've decided to spend the night at his place and hey, you weren’t going to stay in your work outfit all night, right? But later on it happens again and again, and Joe can’t find it in himself to stop you. Even if it’s just clothes, it’s one of the little ways he can share his life with you, can imagine you thinking about him when you wear it. The thought alone feels very comforting.
This man yearns for physical contact so much it's insane, even the lightest of your touches are everything to him. A quick brush of your fingertips against his upper arm, sweet kisses you press to the top of his head just because you feel like it, gentle hugs from behind while he's washing the dishes... After a lifetime of cruelty, all of this feels so sweet and intimate to him. Still, he can’t bring himself to outright ask you for it sometimes; as much as Joe craves this affection, this love you grant him so generously and without a second thought, the shame and fear of rejection are simply too strong. It's a good thing he doesn't need to ask.
Joe has never given his body much thought before, so seeing you so openly, unashamedly in love with it is new for him, in the best way possible. How you steal warm, lovesick glances every time you can, how you trace his scars absentmindedly when you cuddle, how you trail quick, desperate kisses down his neck and onto his collarbone... Joe didn’t think anything could ever make him blush this hard, yet here you are. He can't get enough of you.
Of course, there are still bad days. Days when Joe can't be present, no matter how much he tries. The flashbacks get too real, the negative feelings get too strong and everything just seems... Hopeless. He fully expects you to go, he wouldn't hold it against you - and yet you never do. You’re always right there: talking to him, comforting him to the best of your abilities or just quietly staying by his side, fully content to go through this pain with him. Joe can’t say why you're doing that to yourself. He knows that you love him, it’s the one thing he never doubts, but he sure doesn’t feel like he deserves this much effort. He’d never take it for granted either.
Your home is the only place where he feels truly at peace: Joe can't help but be on high alert whenever the two of you are out, always fearing something might happen, whatever that "something" might be. If it was up to him, Joe would spend the rest of his life cuddling with you in bed. His favorite pastime is doing something together or simply existing side by side while the both of you are busy with your own thing.
You're the only person Joe feels safe enough to joke around and laugh with. He doesn't even notice how it happens: there's simply a day when he's finally happy, in a way he hasn't been in years. All of the pain he went through suddenly seems worth it if that’s what’s lead him to this, to you.
Like with most of his feelings, Joe keeps his jealousy to himself, even if it’s eating him up inside. He knows you wouldn't betray him like that, never - but even then, Joe has to all but physically restrict the part of his brain that keeps him in a horrible loop of overthinking. Because of course you would leave. It's weird that you didn't leave already. What's keeping you here anyway? It must be impossibly hard to deal with him, he would know. Breaking this pattern is a long and hard process, but Joe tries.
Speaking of trying, Joe takes his first steps at healing with you. A while ago he's made a sort of twisted peace with himself, accepting that there's no hope for him - that he's broken and there's no fixing it. Yet knowing how much you care makes Joe feel like getting help is at least worth a try. Convincing himself to do it for him is hard and exhausting, near impossible at times. Convincing himself to do it for you is easy and natural as taking a breath.
At the end of the day, Joe may seem gruff and intimidating on the outside, but he loves you more than anything. You're his reason to keep going. Joe has spent so much of his life seeing the worst of humanity, but knowing you, being with you makes him feel… Hopeful. It makes him feel like he can have a future, a future that seemed like an unreachable dream before. As long as you’re by his side, life is worth it – and as long as he’s by your side, life is wonderful and sweet.
#joe (ywnrh)#joe x reader#joe imagine#joaquin phoenix x reader#joaquin phoenix imagine#you were never really here#ywnrh#seal writes
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Hi! I know that it makes a lifetime that I haven’t posted anything but I’m going to try to be more active even if I have two followers lol I’ll do it for you two guys! I was looking for it since a while and impossible to find it so I DID IT!
PS: You guys don’t hesitate to send me requests, I thought about a Johnny from Cmon Cmon nsfw alphabet. Tell me if you would like it! ❤️
🫶Joe (You were never really here) NSFW Alphabet 🫶
⚠️: NSFW, some stuffs from the movie.
A=Aftercare(what they’re like after sex): Joe is always very caring with you, so after sex he will always ask you if he didn’t hurt you, If he hasn’t been too rough. You can see the frown on his face, when he is really listening to every words that you are saying to make sure that you are okay. Then he will circle you between his big muscular arms in which you feel so safe and lay your head on his solid chest and fall asleep together after a great time.
B=Body Part(Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners): He loves your whole body, but he is kinda obsessed with your ass, he will kiss spank and even suck your buttcheeks sometimes during oral. He also loves your pussy, no he adores your pussy, you were so insecure about it because it didn’t look like all these porn stars’ who had done surgery for it, but Joe looks at you there like he just found heaven, and he could not keep himself from telling you how beautiful and perfect it is and how good it feels around him. He doesn’t appreciate his body very much which is terrible and crazy for you because even though he is chubby he is just so firm and so hot. He likes his beard and his hair, he takes care of it also because he loves when you run your hands through it “it so soft that’s crazy”. He learns to like his dick because he sees in which state it puts you, and it takes time but you start to make him feel good in his gorgeous body.
C=Cum(anything to do with cum basically): Joe can be a little nervous about you getting pregnant, even if deeply inside of him he always wanted a child. But let’s be honest, he loves to cum on you, like he owns you, you are his little slut that he can breed , fill up or repaint her ass or her face, it wakes his animal instinct. When you blow him he will certainly cum inside your mouth, but when you guys fuck he likes to cum on your stomach all over it because he cums a lot, he produces so much semen even if you had sex the morning he will still spill a lot. He loves to cum on your face, when you are kneeling in front of him like that, like a good little girl and you drink and receive his babies. He loves that.
D=Dirty Secret(dirty secret of theirs)
Joe thinks that this is a dirty secret but when he is on some mission to hunt a horrible guy, what gives him a lot of strength and testosterone is that he imagines that all what these guys can do they are doing it to you and this is driving him crazy and he just wants to make these guys terribly suffer more than anything. Then he comes back home and he sees you asleep on the couch because you tried to wait for him but fell asleep, even though you were so nervous about the fact of him not coming back. All the pressure falls down and he can cherish you and live into his real life in which you rule, you put everything at its right place.
E=Experience(How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)
It always been hard for Joe to keep a girlfriend because of his job. But he is mostly focused on your pleasure than his, he almost doesn’t care about his because he doesn’t need to, whatever you do drives him crazy. He is just so obsessed with watching you having pleasure that he is gonna do everything to make you come (obviously) and enjoy every second of it.
F=Favourite Position(no explanation needed)
You guys move a lot during sex, you like to try on new positions, Joe likes to explore all the ways that he can pleasure you. But he really likes spooning, just holding you close between his big muscular arms, making you feel safe while he drives inside of you again and again.
G=Goofy(are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous ect)
Joe is deadly serious, everything that he tells you he deeply thinks it during this moment and it’s always lovely thinks ( « I love you so much » « you feel so perfect » « god you’re so tight I feel so safe inside of you »). It’s a very intimate moment for him and after all what he has been through he really needs a safe place to prove his affection to the person who saved his life.
H=Hair(how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?ect)
Joe is not a very hairy guys everywhere but he has a big beard and this eyebrows, so he owns a big black bush down there. He takes care of it when he sees that he can start to disturb you like trimming his balls a little bit from time to time. But he just let his hair usually do their own life like his hair that he just ties in a bun and his beard that he lets grow until it becomes to long to do anything.
I=Intimacy(how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Joe is very romantic but more into a needing aspect, he needs you to live to breath, and he shows it to you during sex until it becomes even dirty. It is very important for him to preserve a sexual life because you need it so he uses it to show love to you because he is not a horny animal even if you drive him really crazy sometimes and that his primal instinct can sometimes pop out during sex, roar.
J=Jack Off(Masturbation Headcanon)
He doesn’t jerk off, but he loves to finger You. Feeling you clench and pulse around his fingers, he LOVES that. During a movie you’ll just have to give a little sign of horniness like needy kisses in his neck and he will rub his big hands on your thighs until he arrives to the top. And then of course he will take you to the room and make you scream all the moans from A to Z. You realized that you were even dirtier than him sometimes!
K=Kink(One or more of their kinks)
He is a lot into dom/sub stuff. OBVIOUSLY he is dom and you are his little baby girl or princess that he takes care of. He likes to take care of the deal so when you ask him to take care of something and that you would answer by a « thank you daddy » he feels so important and manly and in charge that it drives him wiiiiiiiild. You should be ready not to walk straight for a whole week lil hoe lol.
L=Location(favorite places to do the do)
It must be home, he doesn’t feel safe anywhere else. He needs to be totally safe to share intimacy with you. It generally happens in the bedroom, but believe it doesn’t make the thing boring! But sometimes it can happen on the couch when some sloppy kisses are exchanged in front of a movie.
M=Motivation(what turns them on, gets them going) When you rub your hands on his chubby stomach that you want to make him love. When you are caring a whole day with him because he had a hard job the night before and that he feels like he needs to thank you for it. When you are wearing his shirt, he is so bigger than you that he truly finds that’s adorable but terribly hot if you don’t wear anything under it.
N=NO(Something they wouldn’t do, turns offs) Everything that is a little too much. He can be a little kinky but he would not do something that brings somebody else like voyeurism. Bondage is not his stuff neither (he is already strong enough why would he need to tie you up). Degradation towards him or you, but praising oh yeah he loves that.
O=Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skills) Don’t misunderstand, he really loves when you take care of him! But he just LOVES to go down on you, spreading your little legs with his big hands, watching you go crazy, breathing hard, and god he loves your taste he could just eat you as his dessert at every meal. He likes the feeling of your juices wetting his beard. And he just loves it like leave the man enjoy his life. He is verrrry good at it so it’s absolutely not a matter for you. He can even be creative! He takes the care to finger you at the same time when he does it to feel you clench and pulse. Soooo perfect, of course it will make him hard and you will have to have sex after.
P=Pace(are they fast and rough?slow and sensual?) He will start in a romantic slow pace and then will grab you by the hips and fuck the shit out of you. He suddenly let this big animal come out of him, this primal instinct. He will go faster and faster, and you are usually the first to come with him, and will keep that fast pace making your body bounce like a fucktoy until he spills his seed inside of you.
Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how
often, etc.) Nah he doesn’t like quickies, sex is important in your relationship he likes to do it well and he wants to make sure that you came too that you enjoyed the thing. So no quickies.
R=Risk(are they game to experiment, do they take risk) Not really. He would always be worried to be followed by a bounty hunter and he would never forgive himself to have put you in danger, so public places are not his thing or just unusual places. But he likes to try on new things with you as far as you stay safe at home.
S=Stamina(how many rounds can they go for? Do they last long?) Like I said, you are almost always the first to come because Joe’s stamina is impressive. He can go on and on and on. It happens that he stays inside of you after both of you are done, your juices building up inside, and you feel him slowly getting hard again without even needing to go out of you. Seriously impressive.
T=Toy(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) No he is not really into that. He prefers to eat you out himself. You are HIS girl and even when he is away he prefers you to wait for him. And on him he would definitely not use toys. He also been traumatized by the ones he found in the pedos rooms. So it makes him very uncomfortable.
U=Unfair(How much they like to tease)
Joe is not really a tease, when he wants you he will manifest himself. But he likes pretty much when you tease him. Calling for daddy and all that, he will try to not care but obviously it was all an act and he finally grabs you and take you with him to the room.
V=Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make) Joe can let escape a few grunts during sex but he is pretty quiet. He is mostly breathing very hard, and harder and harder closer he gets to coming. He will drive inside of you very fast making you bounce and scream and will finally come in a loud animalistic groan, almost like a roar. Like the big teddy bear that he is.
W=Wild Card(Get a random headcanon)
He loves the fact that you are so small compared to him. Just taking in his arms, trying to envelop you completely to protect you from all the horrible things in this world. He is a very sweet man and you love him also for that!
X=X-Ray(what’s under there?) Well, Well, WELL. Joe is… how do you guys would say? HUGE. He is long like around 6 inches, but he is mostly very thick. His cock is gorgeous, veiny and nice mushroom tip that he likes to rub on your clit and that glistens when he gets horny. You love to see those veins pumping of blood when he gets hard, oh my… You two were pretty worried the first time, and it’s still a little worry to enter you with his log. But once he is inside after the first time, he is just hitting every spots and it is just extraordinary, Joe never misses to make you cum. And with the time he has to admit that he loves to hear you scream « Fuck, it’s so big baby! ».
Y=Yearning(How high is their sex drive?)
He is not a horny guy, he will wait until you ask for it, of course he will gladly accept it at any time, he is still a man after all! But he prefers to give you this job, to leave you space, he doesn’t want to be one of those guys who are begging and harassing their girlfriend for a little blowjob. Sometimes you two are on the couch and you get closer to him, you can see the imprint of his big erection against his sweatpants but he will not move until you decide to put your hand on it. Your big big lovely man.
Z=ZZZ(…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It takes a while. Joe doesn’t sleep a lot and most of his « jobs » are at night. So it happens that you have sex before he has to go. But he loves to watch you fall asleep, holding you and caressing your hair until you are slowly losing yourself. He will just rub his nose on your hair and your scent will make him fall asleep. Such a pleasure to hold the woman that you love after having showed it to her.
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Arthur Fleck & The Joker Jealousy Headcanons
Word Count: 477
Status: Requested!
Ask: If you’re down, I’d LOVE some possessive/jealousy headcanons for Joker+Arthur because I’m a sucker for the trope hehehe 🤭
@: A smoking hot anon!
A/N: Hopefully, I read this correctly, and placed them as separate people!
Fandom: Joker 2019
Relationship: Arthur Fleck x Reader, The Joker x Reader
Warnings: possessive tendencies, insinuations of sexual activities, claimed ownership, fluff, jealousy, horny Joker
Masterlist DC Universe Masterlist
{gifs are not mine, credits go to original owners -> @animusrox @stuart-townsend}
Arthur Fleck:
Artie is more laid back at first. If anything, he comes off more proud than jealous. What can he say? He knows you're gorgeous, but you're all his, so what's the bother in fighting over it? He knows who comes home with him at the end of the night.
Now, if the situation is different and people who are flirting start making you uncomfortable, Artie has little tolerance and self-control.
He'll come up with excuses like needing you somewhere else or pretending he hadn't known where you'd ran off to, only to stand either beside or behind you, hand on shoulder, and blue orbs staring holes into your suitor's unwanted attention.
However, there are many instances where simply no one is flirting or even remotely interested in you, but they're very brief if that.
There'll be cases where Artie hasn't seen you for a long time, he's tired, or just extra clingy; anything and everything will piss him off and he'd want you all for himself.
He's actions typically are the same, finding excuses to make you leave, and then becoming a jolly little child after he's finally got you in his grasp.
He'll briskly apologize after all is said and done, though. He knows when he can be a little too...Artie.
The Joker:
Almost a perfect example of polar opposites, yin and yang, black and white, Joker is by far different than Arthur.
He's jealous, extremely so, and is not too keen on making his actions light and subtle.
While he still knows that you only have eyes for him, Joker doesn't like anyone's eyes on you and believes you should only be for him to marvel at. This causes many arguments between you, but you ultimately can never refuse him as you tend to see from all sides and know he only wants the best in a way.
Joker asserts himself in drastic ways when jealous, walking up to innocent civilians or potential suitors and just laying his hands on your hips, head dipping to capture your lips. He basks in the utter shock of the random viewers and even holds your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away. Always the charmer.
When, in most cases, no one truly wants anything more than innocent chatter, and Joker senses the person's presence for too long, he's not too nice at pulling you away.
He'll stomp up to you like a child, even, grab your hand, and stomp away if need be. Or, his hands are all over you, undressing you with his eyes and hands playing at things he really shouldn't in public.
In any of these cases, even if the night ends in an argument, he always makes it up to you in intimate settings. He's got a kink for being punished and he's no better than a man.
#arthur fleck x reader#arthur fleck imagine#arthur fleck headcanons#arthur fleck#the joker#the joker x reader#the joker imagine#the joker headcanons#joker 2019#joker movie#joaquin phoenix x reader#joaquin phoenix imagine#joaquin phoenix#joaquin phoenix headcanons
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love of animals ~ joaquin phoenix
word count: 2025
request?: yes!
“Could I request a Joaquin Phoenix imagine where the reader is younger and works at an animal shelter or something similar, and Joaquin goes into the shelter looking to adopt and falls for reader? (Is sounds so cringy sorry khskjd)”
description: when he brings his son to get a pet, the last thing he expects is to fall for the cute shelter worker
pairing: joaquin phoenix x female!reader
warnings: nothing, just pure fluff
masterlist (one, two)
Joaquin smiled as he watched his son bounce with excitement through the rearview mirror.
It had been a rough year to say the least. First he had been so busy with filming his upcoming projects that he didn’t get a lot of time to spend with River or Rooney, which unfortunately led to Rooney ending their engagement. They had worked out a joint custody situation, but it was hard for Joaquin to stick to it when he was rarely ever home.
After finishing his latest project and Rooney agreeing to let him have River for longer than the custody agreement, Joaquin decided to try and make it up to his infant son for lost time. One of these idea included taking the boy to the local animal shelter so he could pick out a dog to adopt.
It was all River could talk about since he had woken up. He kept asking his father, “Puppy now, daddy?” until Joaquin finally put him in his car seat and started towards the shelter. Even when they arrived at the shelter, he had to carry the boy in to stop him from running away from him in excitement.
A lady at the front desk greeted them and Joaquin told her they were looking to adopt a dog. The lady led them to the area where they kept all the dogs.
“If you have any questions, you can ask (Y/N),” she told them. “She’s our resident puppy expert.”
At the sound of her name, a woman appeared from around the corner of cages. She was followed by a small, white dog, who was excitedly jumping around her in attempts to get the treat she was holding in her hand. She smiled at Phoenix men. Joaquin was taken aback by her beauty, but quickly snapped himself out of that train of thought. He was here to get a dog for River and that was it.
“Well, what do we have here?” she asked. “A little man looking to meet his best friend?”
River looked at the unknown woman for a moment before burying his head in Joaquin’s neck. (Y/N) chuckled at his reaction.
“Shy, I understand,” she said. She extended the hand that was holding the dog treat, causing the dog’s head to move along with her. “Here, would you like to give little Lola here a treat? Don’t worry, she’s really friendly, and she knows a lot of tricks.”
Joaquin approached the woman as River slowly lifted his head. He was hesitant for a moment, but eventually outstretched his hand and took the dog treat. The white dog, Lola, happily jumped around as Joaquin knelt down so River could stand on the floor. She ran up to them and sniffed River excitedly, causing the boy to giggle. He threw the treat onto the floor and Lola devoured it within seconds.
“Nice job,” (Y/N) said. “She’ll follow you around the whole time you’re here now just for that. But, I do hate to break the news that Lola isn’t a part of our adoptable puppies. She’s my little girl.”
Lola barked in response which caused River to giggle.
“Is there any specific dog you guys are looking into adopting?” she asked.
“Not really,” Joaquin responded. “Just looking for a companion for this little guy.”
(Y/N) turned to River and asked, “Is there any type of dog you’re looking for then, little man?”
“Puppy!” River exclaimed excitedly.
(Y/N) chuckled. “Well, you’re in luck. We happen to have all sorts of puppies here. Come, I’ll show you to our youngest furry friends.”
Joaquin took River’s hand to follow (Y/N). With each cage they passed, more dogs would hurry over and bark at them in excitement. It nearly broke Joaquin’s heart. He had such a love for animals that he wished he could take every one of the little guys home with him and show them the love that they deserve.
(Y/N) looked over her shoulder and noticed the all too familiar look on Joaquin’s face. “Wanna take them all home, don’t you?”
He snapped out of his thoughts to look back at her. She was smiling at him. He awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah. I wish I could. It’s awful that they’re all here just waiting for someone to take them home.”
(Y/N) nodded. “It gets hard to be here sometimes and watch the disappointment in their faces when they’re not picked. People don’t think dogs have the same emotions and such that we do, but that’s far from the truth. Dogs are a lot smarter than we give them credit for.”
“All animals are,” Joaquin agreed.
“They are, and we treat them so terribly.” (Y/N) shook her head. “Whoa, sorry. I’m getting a little too deep. Luckily, we’ve arrived to the puppy zone.”
The “puppy zone” was a smaller section of cages that held multiple puppies. They were all either playing or napping, but the minute the three of them walked in all their attention was drawn to them.
“Here we have puppies from a few months old all the way to one year old,” (Y/N) explained. “We put multiple in one cage so they can get used to interacting with one another, and because a few of them came in together so they’re kind of attached.” She turned to one of the cages and unlatched the door, opening it just enough that the puppies couldn’t get out. “Do you wanna go in? I always say the best way to pick a furry friend is to play with them a bit and let yourself bond with them.”
River looked up at Joaquin, who smiled and nodded. With his dad’s permission, the boy excitedly got into the cage and immediately sat down with the puppies. His giggles and screeches of excitement rang through the room as the puppies ran up and began sniffing and licking him.
Joaquin smiled at his son. He was glad to see him so happy and so excited. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy to drag the boy away from the puppy pile, but at least he was having this moment of happiness that Joaquin could be there for.
He looked over at (Y/N), who was also happily watching the scene. He couldn’t stop himself from taking in her beauty once again. She was a few years younger than him and dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt with her hair put up in a messy ponytail - or rather it had been put up in a clean ponytail and taking care of the dogs made it messy. She was unaware of anyone looking at her, so she wasn’t putting on a façade or anything. She was just effortlessly beautiful.
“You weren’t wrong before,” he said suddenly before he could stop himself. (Y/N) looked up at him and arched an eyebrow. “About how we treat animals, I mean. Humans, we view animals as less than us so we treat them that way, but they’re a lot more important to our way of life than we could ever realize.”
(Y/N) looked at him for a moment and Joaquin began to worry maybe he had stepped out of line a little, or that he had gone too far with what he was saying.
“I’ve never heard someone perfectly describe the way I’ve felt while working here,” she said. He let out a quick sigh of relief that he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “I’ve always loved animals. My parents told me I should be a vet when I grew up, but I would never be able to be the one to tell people their pet would have to be put down, let alone having to do it. Working in a rescue shelter was the next best thing for me, but it’s still hard. We have animals come in who were abandoned or who are coming from abusive homes and they’re so scared and timid. It takes a lot of work to get some of these babies to come out of their shells for us, let alone for people who want to adopt them.”
Joaquin shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it. How do you not take every one of them home?”
(Y/N) chuckled. “Fantastic willpower, for one. But I also reassure myself that these babies will find loving homes eventually. It just takes time, and until that time comes, I get to spend almost every day with them.”
“I like your optimism.”
(Y/N) smiled at him. “Thank you.”
She’s so beautiful. What are the chances I can take her home with me instead?
Joaquin quickly shook the thought from his head. He glanced over at (Y/N) and was grateful to see that her full attention was on the puppies again and not him.
All the puppies in the cage had eventually calmed down and went back to playing or their naps, but there was one that was laying on River’s lap. He was a small pup, no more than two or three months old, with jet black fur everywhere besides a white spot on his eye and white paws. River was gently petting the puppy as he snoozed away on his lap.
“I think he may have found the one,” (Y/N) whispered to Joaquin.
Joaquin entered the cage slowly and knelt down next to his son. “Do you like this one, little guy?”
River nodded excitedly. “He’s friend, daddy.”
Joaquin smiled at him. “Well, I guess he’s the one, then.”
After some time, they managed to coax River out of the cage and back to the main area. (Y/N) took a sign to put on the cage to say that their puppy was on hold while the lady at the desk explained the process of checking up on the potential adopters before they could adopt the puppy. Joaquin was too distracted by the thought of (Y/N) to really listen to what was being said.
He was filling out the necessary paperwork when (Y/N) returned. He managed to finish it with no errors and passed it back to the front desk lady.
“He’s still asleep, so he doesn’t know he’s on hold yet,” she told them. “But he will undoubtably be very excited when he finds out. Especially when he finds out that his new friend is the one adopting him.”
Joaquin had lifted River into his arms again. “What do you say to the lady for helping pick out your puppy?”
“Thank you,” River said.
“You’re welcome,” she said. “I’ll miss the little guy, but I’m glad he has two amazing new family members that will keep him company.”
She started to turn and walk away. Joaquin realized his moment to try and say something to her was fleeting. If he didn’t say anything now, he likely would never see her again.
“Maybe you can come see him,” he suddenly blurted.
(Y/N) turned back to him. “I would love to, but I can’t do that. He’s yours now, I can’t just follow all the puppies around to their new homes.”
“I know, but I mean...maybe...you could come over sometime for like...dinner or something, and he’ll happen to be there for you to see.”
A small smirk pulled on (Y/N)’s lips. “Are you asking me out, Mr. Phoenix?”
There was something about the way she said his name that drove him wild. “Yes, yes I am.”
“You realize that taking me out on a date won’t get you approved to adopt the puppy, right?”
He let out a laugh. “No, I know it won’t. I’m asking for myself, not for the dog.”
(Y/N) reached behind the counter and grabbed a stack of sticky notes and a pen. She scribbled something on the note then placed it so it stuck on Joaquin’s jacket.
“Then call me,” she said. “I’d love to do dinner some time.”
As they left the shelter, Joaquin couldn’t decide which of them was more excited; River for his puppy, or him for his potential date.
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Alone With You Inside My Mind - Part 3 (Yandere!Commodus x Reader)
Word Count: 2,038
A/N: Hi, everyone! A huge thank you to everyone for your patience. I know that I promised to release this chapter at the end of September and I haven't been able to deliver. My apologies. I sincerely thank you for putting up with me. I hope to write some more Commodus in the future, since he will always be one of my favorite movie characters. Thanks again for all of your patience and support! I couldn't do this without you :)
Summary: Three days after the banquet at the palace, you cannot stop wondering why Commodus chose to approach you. And the rumors of Commodus's madness have not made things better, both inside and outside of the palace. Lucilla and Emperor Marcus Aurelius are convinced that something must be done about the prince, but what can they do before things get out of their hand?
Warnings: reader doesn’t have the best/supportive parents, yandere/obsessive behavior, death threats, coersion into marriage
Read Part Two here
It had been three days since the incident at the palace with you and the Emperor's son. You'd never thought that out of all the men in Rome, you would catch the eye of Prince Commodus, the only living son of Caesar Marcus Aurelius. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you did not find him handsome, but…why did he come to you? The prince could have any maiden he wanted, even though for years it was rumored that he only favored the company of his sister.
Yet that night, in front of the entire Senate and the whole of the nobility of Rome, he claimed to want you.
"Don't you remember?" He asked, "You came to me, night after night. The gods sent you."
What was he even talking about? You had never been to the palace within the past year, let alone the past night. The only time that you were even near the palace was for the funeral of one of Marcus Aurelius's daughters
"The gods sent you to me," Commodus repeated, his voice light and airy as if trying to comfort you. "Don't you see it? Let me help you remember." Commodus brought your hand to his lips, a sinister twinkle in his peridot eyes.
He called you his dearest and insisted upon taking you to his chambers in the middle of the banquet, not caring one bit about decorum.
A chill ran down your spine even at the memory of his intense gaze upon you, his strong grip on your wrist.
Perhaps the whole thing was a prank, some sort of public spectacle meant to amuse the guests at the banquet. Or it was merely the prince acting out of boredom - weren't most princes always fooling around before marriage?
Thank the gods you fled before things could get worse. You could not even bring yourself to imagine what he might have done had he brought you to his intimate quarters…and what would people think of you.
Unfortunately, that didn't stop rumors of various kinds from circulating through the city. Some thought that you were a witch who cast a spell upon Commodus, causing him to lose his obsessive feelings for his sister. Others believed that Commodus, the son of Marcus Aurelius, was truly on the path to insanity. That if crowned, Rome would have another Mad Emperor sitting upon the throne.
And when the rumors reached the ear of your father, he was furious. He even scolded you last night, for the tenth time, for running away at the worst moment possible. That if you had quietly stayed until the end of the banquet, no one would suspend a thing. But then your mother argued that all damage had been done the moment that Commodus pushed a servant aside, and made a scene before all the guests.
Still, you wondered, why you?
"My child?" Your mother interrupted your rumination with a gentle nudge. The two of you were walking in the public markets, carrying freshly-baked bread, cheese made from goats' milk, fruit, and vegetables needed for the week. "Where are you?"
"What?"
She tutted under her breath and led you away from the crowds of sellers hawking their wares. "Your mind is somewhere else. What happened?"
Swallowing, you confessed your thoughts as concisely as possible.
"You should be vigilant of your surroundings. Don't think of such things," she chastised you. "Anyway, all of that is in the past."
"But Father is still upset with me for leaving the banq- "
"He gets angry about things like this, and then he forgets. You just focus on what needs to be done."
And what does need to be done, Mother? You wanted to ask her, but by that time, she had already found one of her friends and began making small talk about the weather.
——
Bedsheets left in disarray, robes scattered across the floor, wine spilled on the rug, and a bruised servant…the young prince's room had never been in such a state before. According to the servant, the prince had flew into a blind rage since the banquet, refusing to eat anything, physically punishing any of the servants who deigned to bring him food. He was rumored to be taking out his rage in his swordplay lessons and exerting his emotions on his personal possessions, crying out your name all the while.
Lucilla sighed to herself as she picked up a small pot of lavender cream from the floor. Luckily the container was immune to breakage otherwise its contents would've stained some of the expensive silk garments tailored for her brother. Her father Marcus Aurelius merely surveyed the chamber from a distance with his arms behind his back, the look on his face a mixture of disappointment and shock.
"I did this to him." The aging emperor finally spoke after a long silence.
Lucilla winced. "I don't understand."
"It was my faults as a father that made him this way." Marcus ambled towards her and glanced at the shreds from a pillow at the foot of the bed. "I…have failed in some way, and now…now he has become his own man."
"You will always be our father," Lucilla assured him before assuming a more serious tone. "But we must do something about this. Commodus has gone too far this time." She continues, "He has made a mockery of our family and the family of a noble girl in the presence of the people. He needs to be stopped before he can do anything else like this."
"And what would you suggest?"
"Make him your co-emperor. Make him imperator."
Marcus Aurelius shook his head. "Commodus is not a moral man! He must not rule. Commodus must not rule."
"I know my brother." Lucilla calmly took her father's arm. "And I know the Senate as well. They will not spare my brother if he is not declared as your successor."
"I trust the Senate with the future of Rome more than I trust Commodus."
"And you love Commodus more than the Senate." Lucilla led him away from the mess surrounding Commodus's bed. "Commodus wants power. He cries for attention. I see the way he fumes when you praise the generals."
"Only Maximus," Marcus gently corrects. "He is the only one worthy of praise."
"Why don't you praise Commodus in the same way?" When Marcus doesn't answer, Lucilla continues. "If you make Commodus your co-emperor, then he will be content. So content that he won't even think of doing something utterly horrid as what he did to that girl. And she," Lucilla assumes a lighter tone, "will be free to marry someone better suited for her. Someone who will truly care for her."
Marcus looked at his daughter with a twinkle in his eye. "You care for her."
"She is a noble lady, as I am. I see it as a responsibility to ensure her safety."
He nodded in approval. "You make many fair points, my dear daughter. But I still cannot have Commodus as my heir."
"Father - " Lucilla protested.
"I will arrange for Commodus to marry her." Marcus declares, "Commodus will not be the emperor of Rome, but he will be able to live comfortably with the one he loves."
Lucilla pursed her lips, slightly angered. "Father, she is terrified of him. It is the only reason she would flee from him. Is it really worth ruining her life just to keep Commodus under your thumb and away from the Senate?"
"Rome is worth one good life." Marcus turned to the servant in bruises. "Now tell me where my son is."
"He has left the palace, imperator," the servant emotionlessly answered.
——
Carrying a loaf of bread in one hand and a basket of vegetables on the arm, you used your free hand to open the door of your home. The hot afternoon sun made your forehead bead with sweat, and the fabric of your off-white stola clung to you.
"Are you busy?" Your mother asked as you opened the door. You said that you were not, and she suggested that you help her in preparing dinner. "Of course, mother." And once you opened the door, the sight was enough to make you as still as a statue.
Inside the living room of your home was none other than Prince Commodus, who wore a full body set of heavy black and gold armor with a Tyrian purple cape wrapped around his neck. He sat across from your father, in a completely relaxed position as if he knew of the power that he possessed.
And your father, on the other hand, sat with his hands tied behind his back. Two praetorians bearing large, naked swords stood behind him on either side, frowning.
"Join us," Commodus addressed you and your mother with a strange cheerfulness in his voice. "You have come at the perfect time."
Your knees buckled, you could barely summon the strength to move a muscle, let alone sit down. Sensing this, your mother protectively placed her hand upon your arm, and led you to an empty couch between the two men. She sat down, and helped you to do the same. Then, she placed your hand in both of hers before looking up at the prince.
"I was telling your father about an offer that I would like to make." Commodus explained, "I was certainly not pleased with you leaving me that night, my dearest. Why did you do it? I called for you, and yet you did not come back like I asked you to."
"She did not know better, Your Highness. Forgive her." Your father answered before either you or your mother could say a word.
Commodus nodded with a chuckle, and then turned to you. "She will love me, as I love her. My heart will belong to her and to no one else. If you accept, then I can assure you - and your family - that you will want for nothing.
But…" Commodus straightened himself, glancing at his praetorians. "Should you choose to deny my offer, then my praetorians will have no choice. With a snap of my finger…I would rather not think of that. It would be far better for you to gain a husband than to lose a father. Wouldn't you agree?"
With heavy breaths, you slowly looked up at Commodus, your eyes tentatively meeting his. Your lip quivered and goosebumps flooded your arms.
"Tell me." Commodus urged you.
You swallowed. "I…I…why me?" You stuttered. "Why me, Highness? You're…powerful and strong and -"
Commodus stood up and cupped your cheek with his hand, causing you to look up with wide eyes. "Because I cannot live without you," he answered. "Night after night, you came to me in my dreams and offer me strength. And when I saw you, held you, it felt as if spring has come after a long, cold, and dark winter. You're more perfect than anyone I have ever met." His thumb moved across the top of your cheek. "Don't you see it? The gods have favored us. And now, I do not intend to let you away from me for another moment. You will be mine, and I will be yours forever…if you accept."
Your mother held your hand a little tighter, as if she were letting you know that you weren't alone.
Commodus snapped his fingers with his free hand, and the praetorians immediately drew their swords, lining them against your father's neck. Immediately, your mother gasped, crying out your father's name.
"Gain a husband…or lose a father." Commodus asked again. "Do you accept?"
Biting your inner cheek, you accepted.
"Then the praetorians will have your things packed. You are to stay with me in the palace, with a chamber of your own until the day of the wedding."
Your mother gathered the courage to address the prince. "Will she…will we be able to see her?"
"When she proves her love for me, then perhaps I shall give you the pleasure of seeing her." Commodus dismissed the praetorians and knelt to kiss your hand. "Do not fear, my dearest," he whispered your name, "You have made the right choice."
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Actors Masterlist
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Masterlist Navigation
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𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱
Arthur Fleck x Reader
Warnings: None :)
A lil' fluffy, please enjoy.
𓆑𓆑𓆑
There weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how tired you felt. Even exhaustion, one of which you used frequently, was not adequate to the sensation of your lids falling like heavy gates. The attempt at studying was futile at this point, and you knew it.
Slamming your textbook shut, you huffed in frustration. Well, at least tried to, it sort of ended up more like a soft wheeze. With the amount of hours you had spent working for the past four weeks, and the added homework from your Ancient History class, it was enough to send anybody to an early grave.
You let sleep wash over you, and within seconds, your mouth fell open and all the muscles in your body relaxed.
Whether or not you were ready for the test on Roman emperors, you weren't bothered enough to read through Hadrianus' memory card for a third time.
𓋹
The feeling of cold drool on your chin was the first sensation you awoke to. The second, was a dull pain in your neck which you massaged wincing at the uncomfortable position in which you had slept.
Blinking rapidly, you cleared the fog out of your eyes.
You checked the clock.
7:30
Jesus, you slept for three hours?!
You quickly scrambled for your notebooks and pens strewn across the library floor. Without looking, you stood up and knocked your elbow into a bookshelf.
"Son of a..." you whispered in pain, clutching your elbow.
"Are you ok?"
Your eyes finally glanced upward and were met with a face.
You glared at the bookcase, and turned back to the man of whom had addressed you.
"I'm fine. I just overslept." you mumbled slightly.
He was looking at you, very intently as if to see your secrets hidden beneath your own eyes. You swore you had never felt so vulnerable from just a stare.
"Oh." he seemed to be out of anything else to say, as he glanced down, a small colour of pink hinting his cheeks.
You felt bad, seemingly embarrassing the man. You hadn't meant it to sound brusque, you were just tired and now sore from both your neck and elbow.
"Sorry."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"What for?"
"I hadn't, I didn't... well, you know. It's nice." Now your face was starting to warm up.
He looked at you with slight confusion written on his face.
"What I mean to say is, thanks y'know. For asking."
"Oh." He glanced down, the pink shade in his apples going slightly brighter.
Wow, this guy didn't say much, did he? He was clearly very shy, and even more evidently not sure how to respond to positive feedback. This saddened you slightly.
"What's your name?"
"Uhm, Fleck. I mean, Arthur. Fleck is my last name, Arthur's my...first...name."
"Arthur. Arthur." You hummed appreciatively "I like that. I think it fits you."
You didn't think it was even possible for his cheeks to get redder, but they certainly did.
"What's yours? Your name, I mean."
"Y/N. L/N. Not that you care what my last name is, but y'know you shared yours, might as well share mine." You wanted to slap yourself internally, as you chuckled awkwardly at your own joke.
He however, suddenly smiled a genuine smile.
And, Dear Lord, it was the most precious smile you had ever seen in your life. You weren't sure exactly how a person could look so sweet, but you certainly weren't going to complain.
"I think Y/N fits you too. It sounds like an angel's name."
If any other man had fed you that line, you would have rolled your eyes and gagged. But, coming from Arthur, it sounded like he really wondered if you were indeed an angel.
You had almost forgotten about the dull pain in your elbow, and your fatal sleep deprivation.
It all suddenly came back where there was a large slam of books being dropped onto a table.
"Jimmy! Stop dropping books on the table, you're making a ruckus!"
The six year old, seemed to not care for the consequences of his actions, because three more books rocketed down and crashed on the wood table.
You had nearly jumped out of your bones, at the sound of the hardcover copy of Oliver Twist meet its fate.
You and Arthur glanced at each other and a small giggle erupted from both of your lips.
"Let's go before he starts dropping War and Peace." you grinned, and pulled Arthur Fleck by the arm to the entrance's glass doors.
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"That kid's gonna be banned from the library for life!"
He belly laughed, and nodded in agreement.
"Poor Jimmy."
When you could finally find breath again, you found Arthur's gaze.
It was upon further inspection of his irises, you realised they were a colour you had never seen before.
"C-can I call you?" You couldn't believe the words that had slipped from your mouth.
He smiled some more.
"Yeah, I would really like that."
"Maybe we could have lunch? I know a place that makes the best chocolate cr-"
"-sounds perfect." he said, before you could finish.
"O-ok." You were blushing.
Again.
But, you really didn't mind at all.
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Ok, wow I haven't written in so long, feels good to get back into it!
Hopefully you enjoy.
<3 Lyddie.
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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.
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Little Neighbor | Arthur Fleck & Reader
Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing
Genre : Flutter First Met
Summary : The first met with your neighbor Arthur.
Word count : 1.4k
You let out a little sigh from your mouth as You was in the elevator as seem ready to go to the building you lived in
Arthur was your neighbor from two weeks but you never talked to him or met him, You was so busy with your things since you started living in Gotham
The both of you was standing in the electricity but his eyes on you
"You seem new here?" - He begged as he was eyeing you carefully
"Excuse me?" - You asked him calmly as looked at him after waking up from your thoughts
"I mean, yeah, you do seem new here." - He explained as stated clearly
"You are my new neighbor, right?" - He added as he was still looking at you with his pale face
"Yeah I'm here from two weeks" - You replied shortly as seem a little bit shy
"You're a very quiet person. I like that in a person." - He said as he was smiling a little but his white face made it a little bit off puting
And your nod to his words made him feel curious about you because he liked people calm and peaceful like you
"My name is Arthur Fleck it's a pleasure to meet you." - He said to you as held out a pale hand for you to shake
"It's pleasure to you but I don't touch" - You replied politely as waved to him and smiled
"That's fine, anyway are you busy right now?" - He asked you clearly and was just nodding with his head
"No I'm not busy now, Need something?" - You asked him calmly and your word made him smiling
"Would you mind doing a little of chit chat with your new neighbor?" - He replied as sighed as he was trying to talk to you more
"Yeah it would be good since the electricity still working" - You explained calmly and smiled back
"That's good then. I mean, this is an awkward time to become neighbors." - He stated as the lights were still on in this part of town - "So how's your life been? Are you moving here with anyone?" He asked you curiously and was still nodding.
"No I'm alone but my aunt will visit me soon" - You replied calmly and he can noticed honestly in your voice
"I'm also alone. It's just me and my mom." - He whispered softly as he sighed as he was finally finding common ground with you.
You can feel some sadness in the tone of his voice but you decided to not ask him
"So what's your name young lady?" - He asked you but his face was still pale.
"I'm Y/N" - You replied politely as smiling friendly
"That's a beautiful name. It suit you." - He admitted as he was showing a little bit of charm.
He was taking his chance right now to maybe befriend you or hopefully to romance, there's something about you was dropping him to you
And you can feel it too about him he seem so gentle and a man with golden heart but locked and hiding in darkness like a treasure
"I'm going to ask you an awkward question. Would you like to be my friend?" - He asked you as his shiny face was showing a little bit of hope
The both of you was enjoying the silent moment together but still, he was hoping for an answer from you.
"Sound Great" - You replied calmly to him and smiled friendly and you seem comfortable with him
"That's good to hear." - He replied as his face became happy and seem more shiny to you
The light flickered slightly as the both of you was smiling at each other, the silence was a little bit of a weird but still enjoyable moment for both of you as he can studying you and see everything about you
"Would it be wrong if I ask you another awkward question?" - He asked you politely with his white, pale face.
"No it's okay go ahead" - You replied politely, trying to convince him to be completely comfortable
"If you don't mind me asking do you have a boyfriend?" - He asked you as his face turned into a little bit of a disappointment.
He was hoping but he is not that lucky - "You are quite young right? I can tell you're not married or anything right?" - He added as he was trying to see if he have a chance with you.
"Honestly I'm single you know It's hard to live in city like Gotham and it's so hard to find a good man here" - You explained calmly as remembering the rumors about the criminals of Gotham and how everyone can be under control
"Yeah, I mean, Gotham's not a nice place and I completely understand." - Arthur replied as he was still nodding to your words showing how wisdom you are
Then he smiled at you. - "Will it be weird if I ask you one last question?" - He asked you as his curiously face was still waiting for your response
You nodded silently to him allowing him to asking you, you still seem so shy to him and he liked that soft side of you
"Do you mind if we chat somewhere more private?" - Arthur asked you nervously but he was trying to be friendly but you can noticed his nervously
"I mean my house or something. Maybe my mother is home, we could have some snacks." - Arthur added as chuckled as he was rubbing the back of his head by his hand
"It would be great thing to do but it's better to be next time" - You explained calmly and trying to be polite with him
"It's morning and you know everyone had work to get money and live" - You added softly
"Oh, that's ok. I understand. It's kind of a busy day for everyone." - Arthur replied politely as he was nodding with his head to you
Then he sighed with a little bit of disappointment as noticed the elevator doors opened to make the both of you realize it's time to back in reality
"Well, I guess we should go our own ways now. See you around neighbor." - Arthur explained as he seemed like he has something else to say but he just smiled and waved at you.
"See you next time little Neighbor" - You replied as waved to him back and started walking outside the elevator
You called him a little neighbor because the way his eyes was looking at you like a little child inside his soul and his expression showing innocence and gentle heart
That golden heart you're curious to find..
Arthur was quite disappointed with that reply, but still, he was happy since he made a little friendship with someone like you in his place
He smiled at you one last time before the both of you went your ways and disappeared from his eyes by walking away
Arthur went back into his own apartment as he was feeling disappointed now.
Not just because you didn't agree with him and refused his request. It's because he is now thinking about how lonely this world is and how he has no luck in love or a companion for himself
He just walked slowly and sit on his bed and looked at the ceiling silently for a few seconds
"Why does life have to treat me like this. No one even notice me." - Arthur mumbled to himself as he sighed softly
But then he remembered your words to him and it's made him started smiling with himself It made him actually feel like there was someone like you in this world who cared for him and was his new friend
Even if it wasn't in the romantic way. Arthur actually liked being cared for as He was now laying on his bed again and smiling softly and remembering you
He would love to be your friend..your boyfriend..your comedian...your arthur and especially..your
Little Neighbor
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