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Chaos is a ladder | Joker x reader smut | NSFW
Summary: The riots have never been more crazy, yet the only thing the Joker can focus on is a beautiful stranger. He gets what he wants, when and where he wants. Even if it’s in the middle of a street.
Note: I’m back for good, sorry to keep you waiting. Hope you enjoy. x
Warnings: unprotected sex, (very) public sex, voyeurism
Word Count: precisely 3700
Writing for the Gotham Times. It was what you always wanted to do for a living, being the aspiring journalist you were. But once you got the job you questioned it all.
Your superiors either treated you like you didn’t even exist, or like trash, they criticized every word you committed to paper. Over time, you got used to spending more time preparing coffee than articles. That was until that day those three men in suits were killed by whatever guy dressed as a clown. It was one hell of a story, and as soon as you heard from it you started gathering information. You drove to the local police and you started writing. Hours were spent sleepless, typing word after word until sunrise. In the morning you stormed into your boss’ office, plopping your work onto his desk.
With his eyebrows raised he glanced at you skeptically, but started reading. Studying his expression as he read, he seemed.. almost impressed. Like he was seeing you for more than the pretty young thing that brought him coffee each morning for the first time.
From then on, you were assigned to keep up with the clown vigilante and his followers. Your articles were finally published, and you even got promoted. In a way, you acquired a sense of gratitude for those revolutionists and their unknown leader. On the one hand you felt like you understood them, you began to like the idea of wanting to change the society you lived in. But maybe, just maybe you were slowly making your way up to the top yourself. And that, on the other hand, was thanks to them. You pondered all of this as you sat on your sofa, clutching a mug of hot chocolate. The telly was on in the background, notes sprawled out in front of you when something caught your eye.
The Murray show was on, and in strut a guy clad in an outrageous outfit: His hair was colored green and slicked back, his makeup was like those clowns that you saw everywhere. He flicked his cigarette away and danced in wearing a red suit, blue button up and a bright yellow vest. He seemed confident beyond belief, and you just knew that this guy was exactly what your article needed.
You watched his every move and took notes, listened to his every word intently until the conversation turned much more threatening than witty. You remembered his face then, his video had been on the show before. He was the same guy who was made fun of for his comedy show at Pogo’s, that Club right around the corner. But that man sitting there, the joker, seemed so very different than the one from the video. He just admitted to murdering people. He seemed colder now, calculating, dissociative. The joker said it himself then. He had lost it all, nothing can harm him anymore. And you felt for him. People screamed and ran out of the studio after he shot Murray, and as much as you should’ve been creeped out yourself, you were more intrigued than anything. His first shot landed on the hosts forehead, then another three into Murrays chest. The joker held everyones attention as he made sloppy steps towards the camera. His hands clasped around it and you almost felt as if he was looking right into your eyes as he mocked the jingle of the show.
The program shut off then, bringing you out of your trance. That was him. The infamous clown vigilante was a guy like anyone else, pushed into madness by the community surrounding him.
You gasped as the sound of glass shattering made your head whip to the side, almost straining your neck in the process. Something broke through your window, glass shards were scattered over your floor. It took you a second to realize that orange fume was steadily rising in your apartment. Only then you perceived all the turmoil outside, you heard crashing sounds followed by screams, tires were screeching, sirens distantly rung through the air.
You grabbed your jacket and stormed outside. Your mouth dropped open as you perceived the mess. Gotham stood in flames, shattered glass from broken windows lay all over the busy streets. People in masks were everywhere, breaking into cars and shops. They were stealing, screaming on top of their lungs, anything to protest against the oppressive system they lived in.
At first you had thought these people were insane, dreaming of a revolution they couldn’t achieve. They’re no better, you had believed, using physical violence against suppression. But much to your surprise, within the past days and weeks of studying their motives, you had understood them more and more.
For a while you just stood there, letting your gaze wander as you tried to take in all the things that were happening at once. A police car turned into your street then, the sirens painting the walls of your house red and blue. When you noticed who was inside, time seemed to stand still. The joker was leaning his forehead onto the window of the backseat, an expression of pure joy graced his features. He must enjoy being the cause of all this madness, finally being noticed, being worshipped. You were pulled out of your thoughts when his eyes shifted to yours. Your lips parted involuntarily as you held his piercing stare. They drove by in what seemed like slow motion and he didn’t once break eye contact. You felt like he didn’t even blink. The last thing you saw of him was how the corners of his mouth turned into a satisfied smirk.
Your eyes lingered on the car for a few seconds, finding yourself in a trance-like state once again. Something about him just seemed to have that effect on you.
Suddenly, an ambulance drove right onto the side of the police car, crushing its side and dragging it to a halt. Your feet acted on their own, sprinting, bringing you closer to the vehicle. Closer to him.
A crowd gathered in no time as the jokers limp body was pulled out of the car window and laid onto the hood. You didn’t notice any of them, he was the only thing you could focus on right now.
Blurred chanting rang in his ears as the opened his eyes, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He remembered were he was then, and what.. or who he had seen. „Get up!“, they shouted.
And how they cheered as he did. His back was turned to you as he lifted his arms, basking in his audience’s reaction. In a swift move he turned, owning the stage he created on the car as his fingers traveled to his mouth, smearing the blood to his cheeks into a devilish smile. This whole time he had been looking up over the crowd, into imaginary spotlights and cameras. Slowly his head turned down, and his eyes immediately landed on you again.
The way his eyes wandered over your smaller form made your knees grow weak. In fact, you didn’t even notice how some people ran on again, continuing their rampage. You saw nothing but him, and how he stepped down the car casually as if he was walking down stairs, striding towards you. He stopped right in front of you and you felt nothing but him, his hand traveling up to your hair, twisting the end of one of your locks in his fingers, then moving to your chin. Were you feeling anticipation or fear? You didn’t know.
“What’s your name, Kitten?” The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine. A million times you had thought about how it would be to meet him in person, but now that he was so close to you, a wild stare in his eyes and an amused smirk on his lips, you felt nothing but questionable lust for this man. “F/N.. I’m F/N L/N.” He let the hand that held your chin fall.
“Y/N.”, He repeated your name, tasting it on his tongue, “Pretty name for a pretty face. But.. I feel like I’ve heard that before. F/N L/N.” He saw the blush rise to your cheeks, your breathing accelerating as you avoided his eyes. You felt like a hormonal teenager in his presence, he chuckled at your nervousness. “So you are the mysterious lady who kept writing about me in those newspapers, huh?”
You looked him in the eyes at that, noticing that he seemed even closer than before. It never really crossed your mind before that the mysterious clown vigilante could be reading your articles himself. „Yes.“, you exclaimed, voice steady in an attempt to regain some of your confidence. „I gotta admit, you’ve really done your homework. All of that research you must’ve spent hours on, hmm?“ he laid his hand on your cheek, gliding his thumb over it soothingly. You almost felt ashamed at the heat that started pooling in your belly at his actions. He stopped to look at your lips, tracing them with his thumb. You caught your own stare shift to his parted lips, feeling like you two were playing a dangerous game. Anticipating each other’s next move. He ran his hands down your arms, intertwining your fingers and pulling you flush to his chest. A breathy whimper escaped you at the sudden proximity. „I bet there’s some things about me that you are still dying to find out.“, his face inched closer, his lips centimeters apart from yours. He licked his lips. „Isn’t that so?“ You dared to look up at him then, suddenly aware of how much your breasts were pressed against his torso. His pupils were blown wide, a mixture of various greens swam in his orbs. Fuck it, you wanted him. You nodded.
Immediately, there was that damn evil grin again. He’d won your little game, and you were his prize, his prey. His lips claimed yours shamelessly, and he tasted like pure sin. The smell of cigarettes filled your nostrils as you could make out the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. Kissing him felt like he had never done anything else in his life. Skillfully, he was drawing little noises from you, seemingly without an effort. He was all over you, gripping your hips and neck, spinning you around, then forcefully backing you up against the car. You felt the cold metal and glass on your lower back as he had reached his destination. Every now and then someone would whistle as they ran past. Fuck, for all you knew there could still be people watching somewhere. His senses felt heightened as he held you trapped between the car and himself. You tensed anyway, and he noticed. Slowly, as sensually as he could muster he withdrew his lips from yours, searching for the expression in your eyes. His voice was husky, „Having second thoughts, kitten?“, he raised his brow slightly. For a split second you wondered whether it was a hint of insecurity, or whether he was amused at you trying to resist him. His lips brushed your cheek, interrupting your thought. „Can’t blame you.“ He moved to your kiss and nibble at your neck between each of his sentences. His right hand moved from your hips upwards. „I am a stranger, after all.“ He was just under the curve of your breast now. „And we’re in the middle of a street.“ His voice vibrated against your skin as his other hand travelled from your neck to your shoulder, further down until he was right over your tailbone. The tingling feeling in your core got worse with every second, especially with him being so close to where you wanted him to touch you.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he found that sweet spot on your neck, pulling his lips away way too soon, clicking his tongue. His thumb brushed over your breast, feeling your painfully hard nipple through your shirt, „But isn’t that…“, pinching your sensitive bud, „…exactly…“, his other hand cupped your ass suddenly, squeezing it „…what turns you on so damn much right now?“. You couldn’t stifle the loud groan that escaped you then, and seeing his reaction didn’t make you want to hold back anything anymore. He growled dangerously, grinding his hips into you, making you feel how hard he was for you. If anyone would have told you something like this would happen and that you’d damn want it, you wouldn’t have believed a word. But here you were, his little teasing was all it took to make your caution fly out the window. The city was on fire, who would give a fuck if you’d let him take you right here? In fact, who’d dare to mess with you if you were with him?
Fueled by a sudden rush of adrenaline and confidence you grabbed his tie, pulling him close again and smashing your lips on his. He was stunned for a second, kissed you back for another. Too soon he gripped a fist full of your hair, pulling you back just a bit. „Tsk, tsk. Feisty, kitten, are we?“, he was trying to stay playful, keep his cool, but you could see the ever growing darkness in his eyes when he pushed one of his knees between your legs. His index finger was cold against the burning hot skin under the waistband of your jeans. „I gotta admit, I do like a woman who knows what she wants, but right now I need you to …obey.“, he drew out the last word longer than necessary. The sound of him pulling down your zipper made you want to press your thighs together, anything to ease the building pressure on your core, but you couldn’t. „Hands behind your back, Y/N. And you better keep them there.“ You did as he said, eyes looking up at him pleadingly, waiting.
„Good girl.“ With that, his hand disappeared under your panties, rough fingers finding your clit in no time. You cried out and bucked your hips at the sudden stimulation. The joker growled at the wetness that coated his fingers, rubbing tantalizingly slow circles. Your eyelids closed shut tightly, the pleasure he was giving you almost painful to bear. „That’s right. Let me hear those moans of yours. Don’t you dare hold back.“, he ordered. All of his focus was on you in that moment. A whole city burned for him, but his eyes were glued to your flushed face. They trailed to your parted lips as your more frequent and louder moans signalized how close you were. Your head fell back, you were so close you could almost taste it.
Just then he pulled away.
You were left with a throbbing core and soaking wet panties. Enraged and done with his antics, your gaze fell on him again. He was smirking - still, or again. And licking his fingers clean. My god, that view did not help your case. He looked horribly, dangerously sexy. Your anger melted away, just like your inhibition.
„Undress for me, kitten.“, he rasped huskily. His eyes seemed darker now, and the painfully obvious bulge in his pants made it clear that he wanted, no, needed this just as much as you did. So this time, you didn’t hesitate. Looking him in the eyes your fingers slipped under the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it up slowly. Paying attention that your hands barely hovered over your skin, brushing against it every now it then. You just broke eye contact once - shortly - while the fabric was in front of your face. He had been undressing you with his eyes the whole time, but the way he licked his lips as he saw you drop the shirt carelessly, mixed with the cold air of the night made goosebumps rise over your skin.
After that you turned around, fingers wandering over your waistband, bringing your pants over the curve of your butt. Bending over, you swayed your hips as your jeans brushed against your thighs, finally slipping your legs out, one after the other. Thank god you had chosen to wear flats before you left your apartment, you thought and turned around. Shooting him a sexy grin he cursed under his breath, and closed the distance between you again. His hands were everywhere, groping your breasts, your bottom, painting a map of your body with his fingertips. Lifting you up with strength you didn’t know he possessed, you were more than happy at the effect your recovering ego had had on him.
His manhood was rock hard and throbbing, you felt it after you had wrapped your legs around his middle. Turning around he sat at the edge of the hood, you straddling him. A part of you wondered what he looked like underneath the suit he was wearing, but another part liked the way it was right now. In a way you were vulnerable, being almost naked in front of him, in the middle of the city streets. And he, he was dominant, in control, fully dressed. Nonetheless, he somehow made you feel both powerful and protected.
Your hand travelled up his torso, clasping behind his neck while he trailed open mouthed kisses over the exposed flesh of your cleavage. His lips found yours again, teeth grazing your bottom lip. You kissed him back hungrily, grinding yourself against him to relieve yourself of the aching in your core. Low moans escaped him at your actions, leaving you panting when he finally pulled back.
„Ride my cock, babygirl.“, the Joker ordered, holding you close by your hips. For a short moment you almost felt embarrassed at how very wet you were in this peculiar situation. There was a literal riot going on, cars were crashing and buildings exploding. Yet the only sound that mattered to you right now was him unzipping his pants. He stared at your face as he aligned himself with your pulsing entrance. Pushing your underwear aside, you let yourself sink down on him completely and every sound you perceived was drowned out at once. Everything but you and him. He let out a throaty moan as you took him in. Reveling in the feeling you threw your head back, being filled up completely by his length. You felt amazing around him, clenching tightly around his cock as you came to a quick and steady rhythm. The sight before him made him feel like every weak moment in his life is compensated by how powerful he felt with you right then. You held onto him, tits bouncing and carelessly moaning his name. Until a low whistling sound coming from somewhere next to you made you snap out of your ecstasy.
Someone had been watching you. You were aware this could happen, but.. god. A shiver ran down your spine as your face turned a shade of red you hadn’t thought humanly possible. The joker could read the emotion on your face. „No need to be embarrassed now, babygirl.“, he noticed the way your hips slowed, lifted you slightly and thrusted his hips up instead. You struggled to stifle your gasp. He craned his neck then, shooting the unlucky soul who disturbed you a furious glance. „Fuck off“ Barely escaped the Jokers lips before the intruder had run away.
„Better?“, he asked, with an amused but somewhat sincere expression, pushing in and out of you the whole time. „Yes.“, you nodded, feeling your juices slowly dripping down your inner thigh. You were getting close as he picked up speed and he knew. Hell, this turned you on more than you’d like to ever admit. His hand flew to your hair, tangling in it and making you look him in the eye. „Yes, what?“, he demanded, slowing his pace again until he heard what he wanted to hear from you. „Yes, sir.“
„Good girl.“, he said but pulled out anyway, leaving you whimpering. His hands found your butt then, squeezing before switching positions, laying you on your back on the car in the process. The tip of his erection was pressed onto your entrance again, making you wiggle your hips in anticipation. Nothing happened. The joker stared down at you almost lovingly, a wicked glint in his eyes. „Beg for me.“
“Please”, you didn’t even care anymore, “Please, fuck me. Please make me cum, sir.” The look in his eyes at you being so willing in front of him was priceless. His mouth opened slightly, licking his lips instinctively. For a split second there it was again. You thought you saw a hint of insecurity in him, before the gears inside of him shifted and he rammed himself inside of you entirely. Not a trace of shame was left within you as you screamed his name. He was pounding into you mercilessly, chasing yours and his release. The words and exclamations you moaned turned into absolute nonsense as you were getting close, hearing him letting out more and more groans himself. His thrusting became slightly erratic when he bent down to speak into your ear. “Come for me.”, he said in a low but stern voice, and your body obeyed. You let out an inhuman scream, him working you through your orgasm. You clenched around him uncontrollably, completely overwhelmed with the sensation. A string of obscenities mixed with your name left his lips. You felt his cock pulsating inside of you when he spilled his load.
He was hovering over you for a while, catching his breath. You didn’t mind, you liked the heat that radiated off him. You liked seeing nothing but him in front of the night sky in that moment. After a bit he pulled out of you, a smile lit up his face when he drew back. Your eyes met and your expression matched his, an ecstatic glow surrounding you. He outstretched his hand to you, helping you get off the car while he looked around. “What a night, hm?”
You laughed as you collected yourself, trying to look like you didn’t just have the best sex of your life in the middle of the city.
“What a night, indeed.”
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3G - We came in together, and we’re leaving together.
Yevris flipped through the book in her hands. Her eyes skimmed over diagrams and symbols. There had to be something to make Malyrus better. She passed summons and curses. A hand pulled the book out of her grasp. Yevris looked up and met the other girl in the eye.
“Don’t do something stupid.”
“I’ll do what I want.” Yevris took a hard look at her. She didn’t know this girl with the sharpened heart on her face and the bright pink braid down her back. Her eyes were the same color now that Yevris was close enough to really see them. She saw herself reflected in them. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t.”
It was the first time she had seen the marks on her face. Her marks. The ones that branded her as an adult. And as she looked at them she realized that they didn’t feel out of place. But then she looked past her own reflection, and past herself she saw a glimmer of something in those eyes. She wasn’t sure what to call it, but it felt fragile.
“Is he really so worth saving? I mean he’s dying in the first place. Think about that.”
But Yevris didn’t know this girl.
“We came in together, and we’re leaving together.”
The glimmer passed.
The girl tossed the book back into Yevris’ lap and plopped herself into the chair behind the desk. She pulled a book from the bottom of one of the piles. Something about blood and dummies or maybe it was blood dummies. It sent the other books tumbling to the floor. Yevris flipped pages until she found a symbol she recognized. She couldn’t read the language, but the images told her everything she needed to know. She finally found one with the image of someone wounded in a circle. The final image was of that person back on their feet. She marked the pages she needed with a piece of parchment. She opened up one of the drawers from earlier and grabbed one of the knives. It was beautiful. Its handle was gold and studded with little red gemstones. Yevris felt as if she was being watched. She glanced over to the girl. She was still reading. Then she noticed something from behind the desk at the girl’s feet. It was a metal bar. Old blood stained the ends.
Yevris bared her teeth.
“How long have you had that?”
If the girl heard her she made no acknowledgement of it. Yevris snatched it and stomped down the hallway. She didn’t make any effort to tiptoe around the blood soaked remains still there.
Her features softened when she saw the lump on the floor that was Malyrus. She knelt down beside him. She ran her hand through his sandy brown hair.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
She looked down to his still bleeding leg. Something looked wrong about it. Bone. Yevris looked away.
She frowned, took a breath, and gripped the bar in her hands. He wasn’t going to get out of this by himself. The girl was right though. As he was now he’d never last. Between murderous professors, classmates, and freaking stampedes, he’d be doomed. But she could do something about all of that.
She gritted her teeth and looked at his leg again. She shoved the bar into where she could see the jaws parting. She wedged it in and pried at it. She tried to pull them apart, but lost the gripping. Malyrus screamed. He jerked his leg and it moved all wrong, in that parts of it didn’t move.
She changed the grip of her hands and pried at it again. This time she got a little more leverage. The jaws pulled further apart. Malyrus’ voice broke. She pushed harder.
“Now.”
He grabbed at his leg and yanked it out. The teeth scraped down to his ankle. He lay in a heap away from the trap. He groaned out breaths. Yevris dropped down and wrapped her arms around him.
“I can fix this,” she whispered into his hair. “Can you make it to the next room?”
Malyrus shook in her arms. His skin was clammy and sticky. He hugged her in kind and gripped her. He nodded into her shoulder. She got up and took his arms in her hands. She pulled him up slowly. She noticed his breathing. It was a loud constant thing now. He leaned into her. His eyes lingered on the body of Sangrutt as they hobbled past. She brought him into the main room and set him down. She shoved books out of the way to get a big clear space.
Malyrus’ eyes fell on the girl sitting behind the desk. Her eyes stared back at him from just over the book. It was different one now. Something on the nature of blood or maybe it was natural blood.
“That’s-”
“Purpadyculys.”
“Seriously?”
Purpadyculys made no effort to hide her disdain now. Malyrus didn’t say another word. She licked her finger and turned the next page. Yevris moved the spellbook somewhere she could see it and left it laid out. Malyrus’ eyes had glazed over. His breathing was rhythmic and focused. Yevris drew the dagger. She held it above her palm like in the illustrations. She tried to lower the blade, but it felt like her own arm was resisting her. The blade hovered just above her flesh.
She plunged the knife down. It struck her palm harder than she’d meant to. The blood welled up in little red mounds. She dabbed at it with her other hand and dragged her finger on the ground. She drew out a circle, and within that circle she formed another. She drew lines connecting the two circles together. She drew runes in the gaps copying them straight from the book. Now she just had to read the incantation.
“Good thing you can read Fleurin. Incantation being completely written in it.”
“I-”
“Can’t. I know.”
Yevris clenched her hands. She looked to Malyrus. He was bobbing his head to the sounds of his breathing.
“You killed Sangrutt. The way I see it, this room is yours.”
“What does that have to do with anything?!”
“I want the room. Give it to me and I’ll write out the spell.”
“Fine.”
The girl was already holding a quill. She yanked a scroll off the desk, flipped it around, and scribbled on the back. Her writing was quick, deliberate, but still had a flourish to it. She held it out for Yevris. The writing was beautiful.
“Thank you.”
“No.” The girl plopped back into the desk’s chair and this time she had an authority. She propped her legs up on the desk. She owned this place.The pretense was gone. She watched openly.
Yevris read off the page. Everything was spelled out phonetically. None of it was words that she recognized. They sounded as beautiful as they looked. Gorgeous gibberish to her. She held out the hand she’d cut with the knife and made a fist, then uncurled her fingers and held up her hand. It was a gesture of offering. After the last syllable left her lips the cut on her hand broadened. Yevris flinched. More blood welled up. It trickled down and fell to the floor. The drops crawled across the floor to Malyrus. Drops turned to streams. They trickled up onto his leg and wrapped around it. The blood changed color as it touched him. It was transparent like water, but thick with substance. Yevris’ wound peeled back further. She could see the muscle of her palm. The blood continued to pour. It was warm and wet. Yevris tried to cover it with her other hand.
“Enough.”
The streams slipped between her fingers. Her head began to ache. She felt like something was screaming inside. She panicked. She was feeling weaker. Her fingers feeling stiffer. She stepped back, but found herself physically unable to leave the circle. She pounded at nothing. She glanced back to Malyrus. The substance was encasing him. He was trying to rub whatever this was off his arms.
“What’s happening?” he croaked out.
She looked to the girl sitting behind the desk. She did not look away.
“Healing.”
Yevris felt dizzy and dropped to her knees. She watched the blood gushing out of her hand. She clamped her hand down on the wound. She gripped tight trying to make it impenetrable.
“Yevris!”
She was choking. She coughed to clear her throat. Blood trickled down the side of her mouth. The substance engulfed him. Once it had the substance changed. It looked like paper now. A hand tore through. Then another hand. They ripped it apart. And there was Malyrus standing on two feet.
“Yevris!”
Yevris wondered how it was she’d ended up on the floor. She pushed against it, but everything was just so… heavy. But Malyrus was okay. He was so beautiful. Her eyelids quivered. The world was tinging dark. But Malyrus was okay.
“Yevris!”
Hands touched her in the dark. Warmth. She was so cold. But Malyrus was okay...
Malyrus cradled something frail and skeletal. It was all that was left of her. Tears soaked his eyes. He heard steps behind him. He turned and found a knife to his throat. It was held by a girl that he did not know. Her eyes bothered him. They were flat and had no luster. Her posture was threatening, but...
“Could you imagine if I killed you right now?” She laughed, but Malyrus heard something bitter in it. “Wouldn’t that be something? Hrm?” One hand drummed the desk. She was mulling it over. “Why couldn’t she see how meaningless it was? You’re just going to die a different way.”
“What are you trying to prove?” His voice croaked out.
She pressed the knife closer.
“Irony.”
“Don’t you want to see what other stupid way I die?”
Purpadyculys smiled.
“Get out.” She kicked him towards the door.
Malyrus took the knob in one hand and held the husk that was once Yevris in the other. He wasted no time getting as far from that wooden door as his legs would carry him. When he finally did stop he held Yevris. He held her for a long time. Other students walked on by giving him no mind.
“How did things get this messed up?”
He set her down under one of the hourglasses embedded in wall. Next to it was the label for a class titled ‘ Everything You Need to Know About Everything’. He doubted it covered everything, and wondered if it might not even be a trap much like Sangrutt. This was the best he could do for her, because of her he knew everything he needed to know. She had given him this life, and now he couldn’t die. Ever. His eyes blurred with tears.
“You know, I wish you had let me be the one. But this is how things are right? If you’re a ghost, you should come haunt me okay. Because I don’t-”
“I don’t-”
“I don’t never want to see you again.”
He kissed the top of her hair.
“I have to go now.”
Malyrus took a deep breath. He frowned.
“Goodbye.”
Malyrus walked away. He glanced back, but the husk gone. He hated himself for looking back. He put his hands in his pockets and went on his way.
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If only you knew (pt.2) | Arthur Fleck x reader smut | NSFW
Summary: Having caught Arthur spying on you, you find the perfect way to deal with the situation.
Note: poor mama fleck had to hear some shit, feedback would be much appreciated as I’m very new to writing, thank u
Warnings: nsfw content under the cut, don’t read if you are under 18, lots of swearing
Word Count: 3370
Read the first part here.
There you were, wet hair framing your angelic face. Arthurs brain went into overdrive, thinking a million things at once but not being able to process one. Should he act surprised at seeing you in nothing but a robe? Or did he look shocked enough as it was? He hoped so desperately that the reason you came here was that you wanted to lend a hairdryer, but the way you held his timid stare made him feel like you saw right through him.
Your eyes mustered him, he looked disheveled. His locks stuck out in some places while a few stray hairs sticked to his forehead. His lips were parted, face flushed. Half of his dress shirt was tucked into his pants, the rest not. A painfully obvious bulge in pants confirmed your thoughts.
You could either handle this properly, or have you fun with it. Arthur just stood there, not knowing what to say. Hell, there was nothing he could possibly say to make this situation better. His face felt as if it was burning at this point, shallow breaths escaping him as he stared the ground before him. He braced himself, waiting for your reaction, for you scream at him or punch him. And he couldn’t blame you if you did. You lifted your hand to move a strand of hair from your face and he flinched, squeezing his eyes shut.
The pity that you felt for him then was inevitable. Of course that didn’t give him the right to spy on you, but knowing how just watching you from afar could bring a man to this state made you feel …powerful. You hadn’t been with someone in a while, being busy with figuring your life out, getting adjusted to university and a new town. Of course you had boyfriends before, but those really were, well, boys. Guys your age, while you often felt you got along better with people who were older than you anyway. And frankly, you were filled with pride by how much this man who barely knew you wanted you, a hint of arousal pooling in your stomach.
When you felt that you had given him the silent treatment long enough, you spoke up. „Can I come in?“ A smile crept across your face, but Arthurs state of motionless shock almost worsened. He couldn’t believe what you just said, furrowing his brows as if he wasn’t sure he heard you right. „Happy“, a voice called, „Who’s there?“ God. How Arthur wished that none of this ever happened. ‚As if it couldn’t get any worse‘, he thought. „I, uh, my mother lives here.“, he stammered, „I’d.. if you, I don’t want her to…“. Admittedly, he was talking utter nonsense, but you understood what he meant to say. „Alright.“, you said, a knowing grin forming on your features. You shouted the next part of your sentence, just loud enough so she could hear „Hello Ms. Fleck, I’m Y/N, the new neighbor.“, you took a breath, “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’ll have to kidnap your son for a few minutes. He promised to help me unpack a few boxes.“
Pleased with your response you turned, walking towards your flat and motioned for Arthur to come with you. He followed reluctantly, guilt written all over his features.
He tried to sort out his thoughts, attempting to smooth out his hair with his hands. What game were you playing? What did you want him to say?
Carefully he closed the door behind him. Apart from a few boxes being stacked in a corner, your flat looked nice and tidy. Judging from your interior, you must’ve earned at least a bit more money than him. Again he couldn’t help but wonder why you even moved here. “Well”, your head turned in his direction, “I don’t know how it looks on your end, but...”, you walked into your bathroom. Fuck. “It’s kind of obvious from here.” You knew. All along.
Nervous footsteps made its way into the room, walls still damp from the warm air. You smirked, not that he would’ve noticed. He looked up slowly and mentally slapped himself. How could he have been so stupid? In the middle of the flawless while tiles over her washing machine it was, a black hole surrounded by several cracks. You leaned over the machine, looking through the hole. You felt his eyes on you as your robe went up your thighs in the process. „I gather that’s your bedroom, then?“, you asked. “I’m.. Yes. I’m so sorry.”, he muttered, „I don’t.. I know I shouldn’t ha…I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.“ Hopeful and worrying eyes were glued to your form. You felt bad for making him go through this for so long, so you turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. „I never said I minded.“
The air grew thick with tension, and it suddenly felt even hotter than it was before. Arthur couldn’t help but to question if any of this was actually happening. Was he hallucinating? „What?“, he asked quietly. „We wanted to get to know each other anyway, didn’t we?“, you returned, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly, step by step, walked closer to him. Usually, you weren’t one to act this cocky, but you had to how much it would take for him to lose his calm and introverted composure. You stopped right in front of him, noting how he smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne, and saw the struggle in his eyes. Arthur - for the hundreth time that day - didn’t know how to act. Where you actually saying these things? He tried to keep his composure, but you were close. So very close to him. „It is a little unfair, though. Don’t you think? You got to see all that while I, from here, can barely make out the corner of your bed.“, you bit your lip, your fingers traveling up his arms, over his shoulders to the collar of his shirt, smoothing it gently. He couldn’t believe what you were doing, yet your hands on him felt so real. And so warm, his eyes fluttered closed on their own. In this moment he realized how damn touch starved he was. “I think you owe me.”, you whispered, clasping your hands behind his neck. He let out a shuddering breath. “If this is a joke to you”, he said, his voice sounding deeper than before, “I suggest you stop.”. The way he spoke went straight to your core as you got on your tiptoes to lean close to his ear, pressing your bodies fully together.
“Do you want this?”, you hushed, pulling back just enough to be able to see his face. He studied your expression, searching for any trace of a lie, a hint that you didn’t mean any of what you said. Finding none, he finally answered. “Yes.”
You brushed a strand of hair from his face and he leaned into your touch, your lips barely apart. “Then take it.”, you barely recognized your voice with how sultry it was. But you didn’t have time to think about it either, as in an instand Arthurs lips were on yours. He had no idea what he was doing, but he wanted to show you that he can make you feel all the things you made him feel. He pressed his lips to yours with more force than he intended to, grabbing your waist to help you stand. His kisses were intense, eager and filled with so much wonder and passion. His left hand made its way to the side of your throat, brushing over your jaw with his thumb. He grazed your lower lip between his teeth, earning a quiet moan from you. Using his chance he explored your mouth with his tongue. A growl escaped him as you ran your nails down his torso, starting to slowly unbutton his shirt. He pulled away then, leaving you gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them you saw the same restraint you had seen before. He was panting, feeling his hardening cock straining his trousers. He was looking for the right words as you waited patiently, running your thumb over his cheek to reassure him. “I’ve never done this before.”, he commented, barely a pause between his words. Sure, he seemed inexperienced, but you didn’t expect that either. The fact that this surprised you must’ve been evident, as he tried to detangle his arms from you, a defeated expression on his face. “Arthur, wait.”, you took one of his large hands in yours, this time you were the one struggling with words “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that.. well. The point is, if you want to go on we can. But im grateful that you told me, so I can try to make it as special as it should be.”
“Oh, I don’t think it gets any more noteworthy than it already is.”, he retorted with a grin on his face, finally seeming to relax. You giggled, and Arthur noticed how much he loved to hear you laugh. „Oh, Arthur.“, you said softly, „You have no idea.“.
His eyes took on a darker shade of green as he claimed your lips again. His hands went to your waist on their own, one of his hands sliding down slowly, squeezing your butt. You squeaked, surprised at his sudden boldness. With strength you didn’t know he had, he picked you up and sat you down on the washing machine. His hands never left you for too long, as if he was afraid the moment would end if he stopped touching you.
As you finished unbuttoning his shirt you ran your hands over his bare torso. He was thin, but something about being with a him, a proper man, made him undeniably sexy to you. You pulled him closer, fingers tangling in his soft locks as his lips travelled over your neck. Little whimpers of yours turned to breathy moans as he found that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your moans were the most wonderful and naughty sounds he had ever heard, spurring him on, guiding him. Patience never was one of your virtues, so you took one of his hands, sliding it up to your breast. You both moaned at the feeling of your erect nipple under his thumb, his hips bucking forward. Feeling bold, you palmed him through his trousers, using your other hand to help him slide down his button up. His groans were quiet and shy at first, which only made you determined to hear more of him. He on the other hand felt like he was floating and never coming down, you were doing exactly like he imagined, but so much better.
„Arthur“, you said then, your tone making him pull back to look at you, worry immediately etching itself into his features. „Are you alright? Have I done something wr..“, his sentence ended abruptly as you began pulling on the string that held your bathrobe in place, never once looking away from him.
The soft fabric fell off your shoulder, pooling around your butt. For a split second insecurity got to you, sitting in front of him fully exposed. But as soon as you saw the look in his eyes, all your tentativeness was washed away. His eyes roamed your body freely, licking his lips as he thought of all the things he wants to do to you. He had spend so much time in his life imagining, but now he’ll experience. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust; hungry, almost lethal in the best kind of way. „Fuck, Y/N.“, he growled, „You’re fucking perfect.“. His lips attacked your neck again, finding your spot in a matter of seconds.
God, what he lacked in experience he made up with how fast he learned.
„Arthur, please.“, you cried, grinding yourself against his crotch as much as your position allowed. He pulled back a bit then, letting a hand travel from your neck over your breast, pinching, down your stomach to your thigh. „That’s right, Y/N.“, his voice was husky, shy demeanor faltering as he gained confidence with each of your cries, „I want to hear you scream my name.“, he said, raising his eyebrows ever so slighty, wickedly grinning. He spread your legs with ease, pulling you to the edge of your seat as he crouched down. You felt his hands ghost over your thighs, his warm breath on your core as his lips were inches apart from where you wanted them to be. Turned on wasn’t even a word for how you felt as his attitude changed. „Fuck, please, touch me Arthur.“, you begged. And he smirked, that bastard actually smirked. You couldn’t stay mad for long, though. He lifted your leg over his left shoulder and dove right in, no hesitation holding him back any longer as he gave a long lick along your pussy.
He wanted to, no, needed to please you. He wanted to be sure this is real, and that it’s his work alone. What better way than to make you call out his name as you come undone for him?
You shuddered in delight as he worked out the perfect angle, making you groan with every little touch of his tongue. He savored every moment of this, lapping at your juices, tasting your arousal as it dripped down his chin. „Arthur, this feels so fucking good. Oh!“, you whimpered, face flushed as he looked up at you. He’d never forget the expression in your face in that moment, rosy cheeks, pleading eyes filled with need. Need for him. You were getting close and he knew, feeling it by the way you pulsated around his tongue. Satisfaction raced through him at the thought of making you come for him. You were young, absolutely gorgeous and it was him you desired. He could barely comprehend it, but that wasn’t going to stop him now.
Keeping up the movement on your clit he let his hand slide over your inner thigh, dipping his right index finder into your throbbing entrance. You sighed and shivered, grateful for the way he was holding you in place as you bucked your hips. He picked up a pace, making you lose control. “Ah! Arthur, I’m so close!” You huffed out between little breaths, your moans filling the otherwise silent flat. “Come for me.”, he growled, the vibrations of his voice against your wet cunt sending you off. You squeezed you eyes shut as your head dropped back, his name on your lips like a prayer. Feeling your muscles contract around his finger he groaned, keeping you still as you tried to squirm, working you through your orgasm.
Your legs were still shaking as you opened your eyes again. Arthur came up, looking absolutely delicious. His hair was tousled, lips glistening. In that very moment he just looked so damn kissable. So that’s what you did. You pulled him close, hands around each other. Kissing him was like magic, you tasted yourself on his tongue, which only increased the wetness between your thighs. Squeaking as he scooped you up in his arms, you both couldn’t stop the smiles from breaking out on your faces.
He laid you down on your bed gently, moving a strand of hair from your face with his thumb, his lips finding yours again. Arthur could’ve spent the rest of life like this, being close to you, kissing your soft skin. A hand moving down his body put his thoughts on hold, the sound of his zipper sounding strangely appealing in your presence. He got up, standing right in front of the bed, your legs parted around him. Suddenly he lacked the confidence to uncover his member, self-consciousness rising inside of him. You sat up, scooting to the edge of the mattress, taking his hand to make him look at you. You trailed kisses over his lower abdomen, dragging your fingers over his legs to the waistband of his pants, brushing over his clothed manhood intentionally. „May I?“, you asked.
He nodded, watching as your tongue travelled over your lips as you freed his aching cock. You took him in your hands, caressing and stroking. Arthur made the prettiest of sounds for you. His cock was painfully hard, making you wiggle your hips in anticipation. „Y/N.. Oh..“, fell from his lips. He looked divine in that moment, lips parted, he was absolutely careless as your motions cleared his mind. „Mh, Y/N, I need you.“, he croaked out. You understood, taking his hand and pulling him down with you. Hovering above you his hair fell into his flushed face while he continued holding your hand, pushing your arm down next to your head. Dilated pupils looked into your eyes as he positioned himself at your opening, silently questioning. You gave a reassuring smile and nodded, gazing at him as you felt him push into you slowly. So slowly, it made you tremble and moan. He moved out, and back into you again. Faster this time, making you cry out louder. Again. Your noises incited him, invigorating him to go harder, faster, deeper. Arthur had built up a steady rhythm, leaving little bites on your neck and changing his angle every now and then. He somehow reached that sweet spot inside you, you screaming his name in response. He felt like the luckiest man alive in that moment, chasing his pleasure through yours. Between gasps and pleas you encouraged him, loving the sensations he brought to you. Your pussy was throbbing, getting closer with every of his thrusts. He was panting, adoring every second of this. „Arthur, you feel so good.“, you cried, getting dangerously close to your release, „Don’t stop, please.“. „Y/N…“, he started, and you knew. He was slowly losing his pace as his orgasm built up, sparks spreading through his lower stomach, begging for release. He looked purely pornographic, brows furrowed and grunting your name. You couldn’t escape the scream that rattled through you as you came for the second time, taking him over the edge with you as your wet slit convulsed around him. He collapsed on top of you, both of you catching your breath for god knows how long.
When he pulled out of you you felt his semen dripping out of you onto the bedsheets, but you couldn’t have cared less. He plopped down onto the bed next to you, silence engulfing you. A relaxed smile played on your lips, but Arthurs thoughts started racing. This whole time he felt as if he had been on autopilot, and now reality came crashing back to him. He realized how absolutely clueless he was, should he stay or should he leave? Did you regret it? Suddenly he questioned everything he had done, feeling much more insecure about laying there, naked and vulnerable. Before he could even find he words to voice what was going on inside his head, you scooted closer to him, stroking his cheek with you thumb, a soft and content expression on your face. He felt calmer, but couldn’t shake his doubts. „I…Did I.. Was that okay?“, he asked, and you laughed. ‚What?‘, he thought, confusion written all over his features. Your laughter softened as you settled for your answer, shaking your head slightly. „Arthur, you were absolutely mind blowing. I seriously have trouble believing that this was the first time you’ve done this.“, you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He covered the both of you with your blanket, his fingers making their way through your hair, brushing gently. Satisfied with your answer, he felt warmth engulfing him, he felt home. „Really“, you told him „I wouldn’t mind if you helped me with my boxes again sometime.“. His chest rumbled with laughter, the sound music to your eyes. He kissed the top of your head and nodded in agreement, exhaustion getting the better of you two as you started dozing off.
If he had ever felt happiness in his life, it was right there and then.
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Solitude | Ville Valo x Reader | Angst
Summary: He had been so caught up with it all that he’d messed up what he cared about most.
Note: A belated birthday imagine for Sarah. I feel like this totally sucks but I hope you enjoy anyway. xx
slight angst, varies from shitty to no plot at all, might write a second part anyway tho
Warnings: mentions of addiction and alcohol abuse?
Word Count: 1356
You knew from the start that what you and Ville had was special. Everyone knew. The two of you practically glowed when you were together, loving each other unconditionally. Two years ago you had fled to a coffee shop in Helsinki to shield you from the weather and had met him there, and the rest was history.
It remained one of your fondest memories to this day, remembering the way he shyly looked over to you. When he finally sat across you you recognized him instantly, almost dropping your cup at the mere thought of someone like him picking up interest in someone like you. To you, he was this Finnish rock god and you were, well, just you. He didn’t understand that, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. The conversation had flowed naturally, you two shared a soft spot for the same authors and generally had a lot in common, really. On your first anniversary he assured you that he knew you were the one when you had said Solitude by Black Sabbath is one of your favorite songs. It sounded way too cheesy to be true, but you smiled at the thought.
Yet the relationship you had wasn’t easy, over the past months you have made it through plenty of ups and downs. Him being a literal rockstar and you being an author yourself, even growing to be quite successful the past time, didn’t really help your case. He was on tour a lot, you came along when you could. But you had to deal with interviews yourself, occasionally you gave lectures at universities, readings of your books all over the world, and Ville supported you. You loved him for it, but as much as you tried to adapt to each others lifestyles you couldn’t avoid having to spend a lot time apart.
It was hard on you, as it was on him. With a connection as strong as the one you shared came great dependency. With him you felt whole, with you he felt alive. Without each other you both simply felt incomplete. Which was precisely what made times like this so important to you, when you had a few weeks to yourself in the comfort of your shared home. Especially with your second anniversary inching closer with each passing day. But something was off, you felt it right as he walked through the door that night.
He held you so tight, hugging you to him as if you would slip through his fingers if he let go. „I missed you, kulta.“, he had said in his baritone. A melancholic glint was in his eyes, he looked a little skinnier, a little more pale. Which wasn’t unusual after touring. He’d be up at ungodly hours for weeks, sometimes he even forgot to eat. „I missed you too, so much.“, and you did. You couldn’t help it. You always feared for him when he was gone, scared that he’d forget his inhalator when he’d need it, or that he’d relapse into old habits. That doesn’t mean that you didn’t believe in him, but everyone makes mistakes at times. And you’re willing to help him through whatever comes his way.
He should know that, but whatever the matter was with him - he didn’t talk to you. Not that day, neither the following one. You wanted to know why his behavior towards you changed sometimes, but had learned that Ville needed time to himself before he opens up.
So you waited patiently, days went by where things felt more natural again. You had been watching movies together, cooking and reading to each other. But at some point something within him shifted, and he was more introverted, locking you out. Other times he’d barely talk to you the whole day. It was and endless back and forth between feeling like your Ville, the old Ville who love you to bits and pieces was back, and suddenly being pushed away again.
Two days.
Two days until your anniversary would be and you had enough, you wanted to confront him. But you just couldn’t. Once he started telling you about about the tour, how his bandmates were doing, the people he got to meet, smiling the whole way through. His job was stressful, but you could see it fulfilled him. Ville worked hard for it all, never taking breaks. Mige had warned you about that from the very start. And it was true, sometimes he came to bed late, sometimes not at all when he stayed up in his studio. You understood, you also needed concentration to get into writing. Yet you’d wish he’d take better care of himself. It had happened so many times that he was at the studio the past days, you almost felt like you were alone at home again.
The next day, when he disappeared to compose again after the breakfast you had, you tried to write as well. But today your thoughts keep wandering. You certainly didn’t expect to spend the day before your anniversary alone. And now you couldn’t commit a single word to paper. Tears blurred your vision as you thought of all the possible causes for him being so very distant.
This wasn’t like him, you were always honest with each other. He had relapsed before, and he told you, and you helped him get through it. You had been out with friends before, and drunkenly kissed one of them. You had told him, and you got through it, together. Your relationship wasn’t perfect, but usually you were always fighting for each other. Usually you still felt like his love for you was undying. But now you weren’t so sure.
You closed your notebook and wiped your cheeks. Running down the stairs you slammed open the door of the studio, chest heaving. The room was a mess, papers were scattered everywhere, Ville amongst them all. At your pained expression he jumped up immediately, coming towards you in two long strides. “Kultaseni, what’s wrong?” His arms reaching out for you. But you didn’t answer, you backed up, failing to ignore the hurt expression that graced his features.
“I can’t do this anymore.”, you squeezed out, looking anywhere but his eyes. His arms and posture fell as if your sentence knocked the wind out of him. “What?”, he breathed, desperately hoping he hadn’t heard you right.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. “It’s just.. I don’t know what I did wrong! Usually we can barely stand to be apart, especially when you come back from tour. But this time it’s different.”, the way he looked at you killed you already, but you had to get this out of your system. Shaking your head lightly you continued, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” Your voice cracked and he felt his heart breaking. “It’s like whenever we get close to how it was before you put distance between us again. And I tried, I really tried to understand. I know you need some time to yourself sometimes. And I love how passionate you are with your work, but you just ..kept silent. It’s killing me to know something is wrong, or that you feel bad, but you don’t trust me enough to talk of it.” Tears sprang to your eyes. He felt horrible. He wanted to hold you so bad in that moment. He wanted to tell you you had no idea, that you meant the world to him. Because by Ozzy, you did.
Your eyes met his in a plea, crying incontrollably. But he was paralyzed. He had been trying so hard to get everything right that he had completely neglected you. And now it showed. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Your hand clasped in front of your mouth as you turned on your heels, leaving the room as quickly as you had entered.
And there he sat, in the same position he‘s been in so many times these past days, watching you slip away.
„Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on.“
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If only you knew (pt.3) | Arthur Fleck x reader smut
Summary: You hadn’t seen him in a while after your last meeting, but fate always seemed to find away to bring you together.
Note: im so sorry this took so long, hope you like it!
Warnings: nsfw content under the cut, don’t read if you are under 18, lots of swearing, unprotected sex, public-ish sex
Word Count: 4937
Read the first part here.
Second part here.
Arthur woke up early the next morning, slowing adjusting to his surroundings as sunlight shone into his eyes. You had been on his mind all night long. He could see you so vividly, soft (h/c) hair falling onto your shoulders, lidded (e/c) eyes staring up at him through flushed cheeks, and that breathtaking smile. You had absolutely bewitched him, occupying every second of his dreams since nightfall.
He was so caught up with the image in his head that only then he noticed that the bed he was laying in wasn’t his, and the weight on his left shoulder wasn’t usually there. He lazily turned his head, wanting to savor every second of this marvelous dream. His jaw collided with something soft, eyes shooting open at the realization.
He was awake. And you were there. With him.
His arm was slung around you, hand on your waist, cuddling as if you were lovers. Soft breaths made their way past your plump lips, the expression on your face one of pure peacefulness. He had wanted to fight the urge to kiss you, but ended up gently pecking the top of your head anyway. Try as he might, he couldn’t escape his emerging feelings for you. Actually, they were growing with every minute he spent gazing at your sleeping form, drawing small circles on your waist with his thumb. He had never met anyone quite like you, and it was scaring him. Never had he been exposed to such kindness, you didn’t judge him like so many other people did. Then again …you didn’t know about his condition, you didn’t know much about him at all. Neither did he, you could have a boyfriend, or worse - a husband. You didn’t know he was earning money as a clown, and you didn’t know how damn much he adored you after one single night. What if this was nothing but fun to you?
A bitter feeling spread through his chest at the thought, but his lips curved into a smile. Oh, he knew what was coming, and how much he hated it.
He tried to untangle himself from your embrace swiftly, making you shift and sigh. His chest heaved as laughter bubbled up inside him. “Stay.”, he heard you mumble, voice sleepy. Lips tightly shut he ignored your plea, making his heart ache. He picked up his clothes as quickly as he could, trying to get out before he could startle you with one of his uncontrollable fits. Getting into his pants he clasped his hand in front of his mouth, cursing his illness for what must be the millionth time. He would’ve loved to spend more time laying with you, it was too early to even stay up. But he’d be damned if he woke you up with this, seeing the horror in your face as you’d surely question your decision to spend the night with him - or even talk to him at all. Unwanted laughter escaped him even before exiting your flat, and he could only hope you didn’t hear.
If Arthur leaving your side didn’t wake you up yet, the door falling shut after hearing him chortle surely did. You turned onto your back drowsily, tired eyes staring at the ceiling while you pondered if you should’ve gone after him. But you didn’t. Instead you were lying awake, at 5 in the morning.
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The days since Arthurs and your last meeting were fairly uneventful. In fact, you hadn’t seen or heard from him at all. Whenever you were at university Arthur was home, and whenever he was at work you were back. One day you were sure you had heard him in his flat, but your knock on the door had been ignored. Some people would say he is trying to avoid you at all costs, and frankly, they’d be correct.
Now, he didn’t at all intend to be like this, but to say he was overwhelmed with the whole situation would be an understatement. There were so many questions and emotions in his head that he had to sort out. When he entered his flat that morning he swore to himself that he’d find a way to explain his condition, and that he only left because he didn’t want to disturb you. He’d say that he’s absolutely smitten with you, for plenty of reasons, and then he’d ask you out.
In his head, he played out this scene a thousand times. He thought about what to wear, and thought about whether he should give you chocolates or flowers. But when it actually came to doing what he had planned, something held him back. Even though he knew you tried to reach out to him, years of negative experiences of not being cared for discouraged him. Not to mention the fact that Arthur never had any sort of romantic relationship, and thus only could try to impress you with what he had seen on TV.
Penny had noticed immediately that something within him changed as he came back that morning. He had told her about you, of course not in more detail than necessary, and she knew how much he felt for you with the way he spoke. His eyes shone as bright as stars and the corners of his mouth curved upwards whenever your name was mentioned. She saw him then, standing in front of the small mirror in his bedroom, in that outfit he had laid out days ago, fixing his hair.
No doubt he was going through what he wanted to say to you in his head. “Happy.”, she exclaimed, the tone of her voice soothing “Just go, she’ll say yes.”.
He saw his mothers reflection through the mirror, pondering what she said. Then he thought about you, about how accomplished he would feel if he did this - a smile crept across his face. He kissed Pennys forehead and strutted out of the flat.
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A small box of chocolates was stowed in his bag as his hand reached out to one of the buttons of the elevator, then to his hair to smooth it out. He had saved up for the occasion, not enough to buy one of those fancy golden packages with more flavors you could count, but a decent one nonetheless.
Just then you were coming back home, your (f/c) dress flowing in the breeze, feeling shivers run down your legs. Having to pick up a pace as you saw the elevator doors sliding shut, you were barely able to squeeze through the remaining gap.
And there he stood. Arthur.
His hair was perfectly in place, he wore black dress pants, a jacket and beneath that a simple white button up. Truthfully, he looked amazing. Both of you were surprised at whose company you found yourselves with. You wanted to ask him whether you had done something wrong, whether you had pressured him into something he didn’t want. You wanted to make him feel like he can talk to you, trust you even. Anything that sounded like you weren’t as hurt by his behavior.
But no words made it past your lips. You just stood there, staring blankly at the elevator doors.
Arthur couldn’t believe his eyes as you had stepped in. Your hair was up in a ponytail, a few thin strands had fallen out because of the wind. A pretty (f/c) dress ended just above your knees, showing off your gorgeous figure in all the right places. You looked like an angel. Beautiful, intimidatingly so.
He had expected you to say something, but you stayed mute. The seconds went by agonizingly slow as his hands grew sweaty around the handles of the tiny bag he was carrying. Before, you were so wonderfully outgoing and open with him, and now he had rendered you to this state.
Only then he noticed how you must’ve blamed yourself for his actions.
Even the tiniest scratching sound the elevator made seemed louder than usual, when suddenly it came to the same unsteady halt the elevator always made, signaling that you would be up soon.
Something inside Arthur switched, there was no way he was going to let this stupid elevator, or his stupid illness destroy what he had spent all week preparing and rehearsing. He knew he’d regret if he let you walk away. So, without thinking twice, his elbow crashed onto the emergency button. You jumped, shrieking in shock as the machine stopped any movement completely, lights turning off. A dim lightbulb flickered to life - you could barely make out Arthur. He was walking towards you in the strobing light, determination in his eyes that you had only seen from him once before. He stood in front of you, bringing his hands to your cheeks before pulling you in to kiss you deeply.
As your lips touched his you felt complete again. He lingered on the softness of your skin, but broke away too soon. The kiss hadn’t been long, but held emotions words cannot convey. Gently, he rested his forehead against yours. A blush surely would have been visible on your cheeks if the lighting was better. He opened his eyes to find you looking up at him, the wild look in his eyes was gone as quickly as it came. As if he was constantly between stuck two extremes, an angel and a devil on his shoulders.
„I’m so, so sorry.“, he whispered, „I never meant to make you feel bad, or ignore you.“ Cautiously, he took your small hands into his, rubbing circles over your knuckles with his thumb, thankful that you didn’t pull back.
He told you about his condition, about his doubts, and about the fact that no matter how hard he tried to fight it, there is always a part of him that thinks he isn’t deserving of the affection you gave him - or that you simply didn’t mean it. He explained that he left so his illness wouldn’t ruin the one thing that seems to bring a sense of happiness to his life. You. He meant you.
You felt tears forming in your eyes, both from feeling honored and not wanting to hear him talk about himself like that. A staggering amount of - dare you say love? - built up inside your chest. He noticed your tears, and just like that all of his personal worries were replaced by concern for you.
„Are you alright?“, he asked. You nodded and pulled him into a hug, savoring his closeness as he ran his hand down your back soothingly. Stroking his cheek with your thumb, you glanced into his eyes, “Don’t you dare even for one second think that I’m just playing with you, or that you don’t deserve love.“, you brushed away your tears, voice growing more and more steady with each of your words, „You’re the most kind-hearted man I’ve ever met. I like you for you, I like how much you try to always do the right thing. I love hearing you laugh, I love being close to you. I don’t care if you’re older than me, or if you don’t have a lot of experience with relationships. There’s something incredibly romantic about that, actually. And I couldn’t be any happier that you trust me enough to let me be your first..“.
A short silence engulfed you. Then he beamed, a genuine expression of joy on his clean-cut face. „If that‘s the case.. There is something I‘ve been wanting to, uh, ask you anyway.“. He stepped back attentively, picking up an item you hadn’t noticed was there. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he looked you over and began „Y/N.“, another big breath, „I have never expected to meet anyone who is as nice to me as you have been.“, his certainty crumbled for a second, then he smiled again. „You are the most stunning woman I have ever laid my eyes on, and I‘d be more than honored if you wanted to go out with me.“, shaky hands handed you a box of chocolates, which - to his luck - was your favorite candy.
Contemplating whether he messed up the small text he had come up with his stare was fixated onto the ground before him, too shy to be able to see the grin on your face. You adored how much effort he put into this. It was obvious how much he was trying to do this properly, after your rather unconventional start.
You stepped closer to him, tilting his chin up with your fingers. „Of course, Arthur. I‘d love to.“, you said, pecking him on his lips sweetly. Pulling back, you studied his features, breathing in his scent as he held you close. The look in his eyes was soft and loving, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “You have no idea how handsome you are, do you?”, you stroked his hair absentmindedly. The response to your question was an alarmingly red blush on his cheeks, his eyes blown wide. He had never, ever gotten complimented on his looks before. You giggled and pressed a kiss onto his nose.
You stood like that for a while before you took a step backwards. You properly assessed the situation; you were stuck, and had no idea when any help would show up. Arthur seemed to realize that, too. “Well, what are we going to do now?”, you queried, looking around you for inspiration, and finding none. “We can’t have our first real date in a brittle elevator.” He laughed at that, leaning onto one of the walls, his arms crossed. Looking you over he licked his lips subconsciously. Being with you made him feel much more secure in so many ways. Above all, he felt like he could fully be himself. To the extent that it brought out parts of Arthur not even he himself had known until then. A cocky smirk lit up his face. “I’d have an idea.”
You raised your eyebrows while he was taking off his jacket, throwing it into a corner. You were fully aware what he was talking about, but ready to challenge him. “Oh?”, you hushed, propping yourself up on the wall opposite him, “And what might that be?”. His long fingers rolled up his sleeves, keeping his eyes on you.
The grin on his face never faltered while he took two big confident steps towards you, placing one of his hands next to your head. Heat radiated off him in waves as he stood in front if you, towering over your smaller form and tilting up your chin just like you had before. “I don’t think you’re in the position to act coy, little one.”, he growled, peeling you out of your coat „In fact, last time you made the naughtiest of sounds for me.“.
The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, and he knew that.
His hand reached your waist as his head moved to your neck, he trailed kisses from the shell of your ear to your neck, sliding down a strap of your dress to reach that certain spot on your shoulder.
He had paid attention, taking note of every tiny detail that made you melt under his hands. When he drew back you grabbed his collar, crashing your lips onto his. Desire and hunger controlled you as your tongues danced. Arthur took complete control of the kiss, unspoken permission in each of your gasps. His kisses were desperate, verging on starvation as he bucked his hips against you. You moaned at the contact, hands tangled into his hair, which - combined with your dress sliding up your legs ever so slightly - resulted in a low hum from your lover.
His cock was hard as he ground himself against you, a familiar wetness spreading between your legs. He shifted, tilting his head to test out new angles, tasting you until you finally broke away.
“Arthur..”, your voice sounded alien to yourself. He had you wrapped around his finger in no time, and he loved it. Just once, he did what he wanted, not thinking about the consequences. His eyes travelled over your body, lingering on your chest. The buttons that held your dress closed over your breast were tensioning with every breath you took. The motion of your chest rising and falling provoked him to slither his fingers up your hip to your stomach. Feeling his knuckles ghost over your hardened nipples you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You watched as delicate fingers popped open one button after the other, not daring to move. A sharp intake of breath rang in the silence of the room when it was just enough for him to be able to see your bra.
He took in the sight before him. Red laces graced your full cleavage, the fabric tensing over your nipples while you rubbed your thighs against each other subconsciously. Noticing your doings he pushed a knee between your legs, keeping them apart.
„Tsk, tsk.“, he scolded, „So impatient, so eager.“ His left hand pinched your nipple, making you whimper in delight. Slender fingers brushed under the edge of the lacy cloth, exposing you to him as his right hand began kneading your other breast. He came even closer to you, intentionally brushing his leg along your slit. „Patience“, he had said, „is a virtue.“ You shivered at how sultry and controlling he sounded, but his antics were a double edged sword. His lips came down, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your breasts. You arched your back, feeling his stiff member twitch as he left little bites and marks. His hands wandered over your body freely this time, not holding back whatsoever. Becoming aware of the cold air on your skin you groaned out his name again.
„Hmm?“, his voice vibrated against your sensitive skin as he groped your breasts. A wicked grin was on his face as he drew back, pupils blown wide. He cocked his head to the side. „What is it that you want, kitten?“ The nickname he chose went straight to your clit. Even though you felt powerless to his touch, you loved this side of him, and you wanted to show him just that. He was confident, dominating, and so very sexy. If all he wants is for you to say it, then you damn will. You held his stare confidently, biting your lip as you tried to sound as seductive as you could „I want to suck you off.“
Your request caught him off guard and pulled him back into reality. For a second, he couldn’t phantom how you wanted to put his pleasure before yours. All of his thoughts were wiped away as he saw you drop to your knees before him.
Rubbing your hands against the cloth of his pants his breathing accelerated. His eyes were glued to your movements, hardened member reacting to every little of your touches. The noise of his belt unbuckling sounded horribly erotic in your presence, aching cock finally freed. You took him into your hands, gently stroking at first. He was rock hard, like steel wrapped in silk. Precum leaked at the tip of his member and you licked your lips. Holding the base of his cock, you looked up at him through your eyelashes as you gave a long lick along his shaft. Arthur shuddered and moaned, throwing his head back in the process. Finally taking him into your mouth his hips bucked towards you, his body reacting on its own accord.
A string of curses, praises and your name fell from his parted lips, fueling your need to pleasure him. You picked up a pace, running your skilled tongue along the lower side of his member. “Fuck, Y/N.”, he rasped, his words laced with pleasure. One of his hands grabbed your ponytail, “That feels so good, babygirl.”
In any other moment he would’ve felt awkward about the way he was talking to you, using phrases and names he had picked up elsewhere. But right then, he didn’t give a shit about anything other than the way those pretty lips of yours felt wrapped around his cock.
You felt him thrust into your mouth, juices pooling between your legs. You wanted release, wanted to touch yourself to loosen the ever tightening knot in your stomach. But you didn’t, and instead focused on Arthur alone. He was sweating, panting and rocking his hips towards you cautiously. You knew he was probably trying to hold back, scared of hurting you. So you looked up at him, waiting for him to return your gaze. When he did, you met his thrusts, deepthroating him until you felt your nose touch his pelvis. A strangled roar escaped him as he was completely overwhelmed with the wet muscles engulfing him. The grip on your hair tightened as you kept him in your mouth. Tears strung in the corner of your eyes, then you finally released him with a loud pop.
The way you stared up at him then was intoxicating, disheveled hair, perky tits falling out of your bro, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to him. Usually, he would have been concerned about the gagging sounds you had been making, unsure about how watery your eyes looked. But his mind was hazy, smothered with immense pleasure.
His hands on your face guided you up, craving your touch too much to let you go for long. You stood in front of him while he - with a surprising amount of carefulness - wiped away the tears that had formed in your eyes, brushing away a loose strand of hair. You could make out the ghost of a smile on his face before his lips were on yours again. He begged for entrance impatiently, groaning as he tasted himself on your tongue. His hands suddenly grabbed your bottom, bringing you up against the wall as you gasped. Your dress hiked up, pooling around your hips. One of your hands searched the surface of the railing to hold onto, pushing yourself closer to him.
You were thankful for the way he was holding you, not having to worry about keeping yourself up as his erection pressed onto you. You rocked your hips towards him involuntarily. Arthur moaned at how soaked you were, his breathing getting progressively heavier. The thin layer of the underwear you wore was the only thing separating him from your aching core. He pulled away from the kiss he had ben roughly holding, staring at you like he was admiring his prey.
He freed one of his hands, slowly moving it to your panties. Rubbing teasingly slow circles over your most sensitive area he cooed, “Shit, little one. So wet for me, hm?”. You nodded obediently and his fingers immediately moved faster. “That’s right, Y/N.“, a tingling sensation built in your stomach at the pressure of his fingers, just enough to have you go crazy, not enough to get you off. He must’ve sensed your desperation. „You want me to fuck you?” He demanded, knowing the answer fully well.
„Yes, please.“, you breathed wantonly.
“Good girl”, he praised, tearing off your panties and ripping them in the process. You shrieked, pleasure and shock in your voice as his boldness made you feel hotter with every passing second. You held onto him for dear life as he rubbed the tip of his painfully hard member against you.
He pushed himself inside then, both of your moans filled the small room immediately. Going slow at first he pulled out of you completely before slamming back into you with full force. You screamed at the inseparable mixture of pain and pleasure, the knot inside you pulling tighter with each of his thrusts. The feeling of him inside you was better than anything you had ever experienced. Arthur was panting, „Fuck, Y/N. Just like that.“. His endurance was rising with his need to please you. He was pounding into you like a machine, steady and forceful. Working your body flawlessly, he brought you closer and closer to the edge. By now you were moaning an incoherent mess of words, but Arthur loved it. Fuck, it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Determination boosted through him, wanting to feel you come undone for him. „Argh!… Ar… Arthur!“, he could make out his name between lustful groans, „I’m going to..“
You couldn’t finish you sentence before the knot in your stomach exploded, a feral scream breaking through you. Pleasure was seeping through your whole body in waves, filling you with far more sensations than you were possibly able to process. Arthur shuddered at the sound, not once stopping his motions. The picture in front of him was the most appealing thing he had ever seen. He rode you through your orgasm, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty face, all of his focus on you.
Arthurs hips slowed down at some point, and you started shaking from the way he was keeping you in your position, forcing you to endure the endless mixture of pleasure and torture he brought upon you. „Ah, Arthur. I..“, you tried to voice how intense this feeling was, how you felt your juices drip already, but you couldn’t. He wanted to keep up the expression of pleased desire and nonexistent self-control in your eyes. Hell, if it was his choice he’d always see you exactly like this. Legs spread, shivers raking over every inch of your body, his name on your lips, pleading him.
Gradually, you came down from your high, but you didn’t get too far.
By now he was more than willing to find out just how much he can unravel you. Oh, he was zealous. His firm cock was still inside you, feeling your hot walls clench around him as he kept up his motions. Slowing down to an agonizing velocity, he pulled himself in and out, driving you insane as a new orgasm built up inside of you.
You almost felt dizzy as his fingers found your clit again, drawing circular motions on your swollen bud. Your mind was clouded with arousal, it almost felt as if you were watching the whole scene from afar. His thumb felt deliciously rough against your slippery skin, your eyes meeting his as he opened his mouth to speak. „I want you..“, he whispered as he continued penetrating you a little faster, moving to your neck and biting, „To come for me, again.“
You trembled in both fear and anticipation as he dominated you. He pounded into you harder again, building up a reckless speed. You were unable to grasp a single clear thought, the overstimulation taking over your body. And your body did what it only could, it reacted, it obeyed. Your back arched as one of his thrusts left you seeing stars, hitting your g-spot. Without inhibition you were calling his name, as he hit that devilish spot over and over again.
His breathing got more and more ragged, nonetheless he kept up the motions on your clit, slamming himself into you with all the force he could muster. Heavy-lidded eyes gazed at him as he repeated your name, both of you getting alarmingly close to the release. He lost the rhythm he had been keeping up, heartbeat soaring through his chest as he paid attention to his hand on your soaked cunt, going faster, merciless. „Come for me.“, he grunted, „Now.“. Just like that, you broke.
A deafening cry you didn’t know you were capable of tore through you as your walls tightened around him. He tripped over the edge at the same time, your orgasm causing his. Passionately he growled your name. You could sense his member jerk inside of you, spilling his seed deeply into you.
Arthur lingered just like that for a moment, buried deep inside of you, feeling the voluptuous combination of both of your fluids trickling down his shaft. With you, he felt like he was on top of the world. He finally pulled out of you, letting you down slowly, steadying your wobbly stance. Only then he noticed how strained his muscles were. By that time you were finally, slowly coming back on earth, noticing how the air around you had turned damp. Little drops of water ran down the fogged mirror beside you.
You felt like you had run a marathon, both of you catching your breaths like idiots and smiling dopey at each other. Brushing your hand over his chest to his cheek you noticed how his stare was directed to the box of chocolates he had given you before. You wouldn’t be surprised if they had started melting by how warm it had gotten. Arthur seemed to have the same idea, both of you erupting in giggles.
Suddenly, the light flickered again as the elevator sprung into motion. „Shit, shit, shit.“, he cursed as you tucked yourself into your dress, fixing your hair as much as you could. Arthur hastily picked up the remains of your panties, stuffing them into his pockets. A loud „ding!“ signalized that you made it to your designated floor, alarmed expression on your lovers face. You smiled at Arthur reassuringly, sashaying out of the elevator with his hand in yours like nothing happened.
Either you were oblivious to the distraught stares of the small group of people who greeted you outside the elevator, or you just didn’t care. You just turned your head towards him, satisfied grin playing on your lips.
Right then he knew, you would be the death of him.
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✨ Arthur/Joker jealousy headcanons ✨
Arthur
As much as he despises it, he’s used to the bitter feeling spreading through his chest when other men do so much as staring at you too long.
And they do. He feels like it’s at it’s worst when the two of you are out together. Then again he doesn’t even want to know how it is when you’re out alone.
You might make a bit of an odd couple, him being older than you. Most people don’t even believe that you’re actually his girlfriend.
That is why he constantly has his hands on you in some way when you’re in public. May it be on your back or holding hands.
Anything to ensure both others and himself that you’re his, and his alone.
Frankly, Arthur gets jealous way too easily. He never had a proper relationship before, which is even more of a reason for him to protect what he’s got now.
From the moment he met you, he knew he wanted that special look and that smile of yours reserved for him only.
If it was his choice he’d not even have you talk to other men, the constant fear of losing you on his mind.
Really, he hated how guys looked at you, and how interested they all seemed in you. Arthur could sense their intentions when their eyes lingered on your cleavage for just a millisecond too long.
But he knew that what he was feeling wasn’t right, and he knew you tried reassuring him as best as you could. Squeezing his hand while you walked, pressing kisses to his cheek or lips whenever he’d tense up.
He never voiced his envy, not wanting to make you feel caged or pressured. You could only notice in the way his demeanor changed.
His loving eyes would turn cold as his grip on you tightens. The corners of his mouth would twitch sometimes, the conflict of wanting to protect you but not wanting to overstep boundaries visible on his face.
One of these times was when you and Arthur had gone to one of your coworkers parties. Getting him there took a lot of convincing, but you thought it would be a nice opportunity for him to be able to show you off.
It would’ve worked fine, if there wasn’t that one drunk guy who kept hitting on you with all that he got. Arthur tried to stay calm, tried to remember all the things you had said to reassure him that you only had eyes for him. Try as he might, he lost it at some point.
“We’re going home, now.”
He’d be silent on the way home, his distant eyes staring nowhere as you’d feel the firm hold on your hand. Making sure you were safe, real, and his was the only thing on his mind.
Right as you arrived in your shared flat he was all over you, claiming you with his lips and hands. “Mine.”, he kept growling as he marked you. He was going to show you who you belong to, and you were in for a long night.
Joker
As for the Joker, rough and demanding sex wasn’t unusual as it is. But dare someone to get too close to you or even flirt with you properly, he’d have his ways to handle the situation.
Most times he interfered immediately, wrapping his arm around you possessively.
He’d proudly press his lips to yours, demanding entrance without a hint of coyness about making out with you in the face of another person.
He goes all out in situations like that, pressing his body to yours, grabbing your hair or throat, anything that makes you mewl for him.
When he pulls back, he leaves you panting through tinted cheeks.
The devilishly proud grin on his face turns to one of complete madness and dangerous menace as he’d look up to the poor soul who tried to make a move on you.
Sometimes he’d be amused, thinking about how reckless and stupid people must be for thinking they could just get away with something like this.
He’d face you after letting out a warm and hearty laugh, “Would you like to hear a joke, my little dove?”
If someone is too direct, touching you too much, getting dangerously close or even tell you how you’d look good without the attire you chose to wear, the Joker would straight up snap.
“Knock knock.”, he’d growl, emphasizing each word by whipping out the gun he carried, cocking it to the side.
The joker would circle around the stranger like a predator, a smirk on his face, waiting patiently until the reply comes. “Who... who’s there?”, their shaky voice would eventually exclaim.
The joker would stop pacing, standing in front of them, raising the gun to their forehead. “Juno.”, he’d quip nonchalantly. You’d see a whirlwind of regret, helplessness and plea flash in their eyes. Their voice would be much more silent, quivering: “J.. Juno w..who?”
The smile would vanish from your lovers face completely then, nothing but hatred laced his tone, “Juno I’ll fucking kill you if you touch my girlfriend again.”.
He’d pull the trigger, sending them falling to the floor begging for forgiveness, for mercy.
Yet no gunshot came, he’d never kill them. The joker knew you didn’t like him getting aggressive without good reason. So he’d just let out a hearty laugh at having scared them to death, keeping you away from having to witness any violence.
Taking your hand into his and puffing his chest he’d march off with you, his beloved.
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quick update
- If only you knew (pt. 3) is coming tomorrow.
And as an apology for my absence the past days: Be prepared, it’s by far the longest part yet!
Also on my list of upcoming fics:
- Joker/Arthur jealousy headcanons
- smutty Joker x reader imagine during the riots (thanks to that anon for the lovely idea!)
Have a nice day! x
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