Kylo Ren X Reader Slowburn

Do you have any more Daryl Dixon!Serial killer but now he's like in love with you and he is very very codependent

I could totally do that I love clingy and codependent @heathermason6060

Hair Cut

@nothing-but-a-comedy requested: “I was getting my hair cut today and while they were shampooing, I was enjoying the feeling of the water and the massage and thought “I wonder if Arthur would love this as much as I am.” So I thought maybe you could write something about how the reader is a hairdresser & Arthur comes in for a haircut that he rarely gets to do. And he really enjoys the physical touches and is all cute and blushy. And lol somehow the reader notices and wants to meet him again or spoil him with free haircuts.” 

Okay so sorry not sorry, but I didn’t write this as a “x Reader” because I couldn’t get it quite right. Anyways this is from Arthur’s perspective (I guess?) so I hope that’s okay!!

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Arthur looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked tired. The dark circles under his eyes looked more prominent, and he felt like he looked older than usual. He tried to make himself smile, hoping that the gesture would make his face look younger.

He scowled at the result; his eyes looked dead as his lips curled upwards.

Arthur sighed and tried to focus on the other aspects of his appearance.

He smoothed down the front of his shirt, tucking and untucking it into his pants. Arthur pursed his lips at his reflection, tapping his fingers nervously along the rim of the porcelain sink.

Looking up at his hair, he couldn’t help but laugh at the juxtaposition between his prematurely aged face and his boyish haircut.

His mother had insisted on giving him haircuts even though her shaky hands often left him uneven with too short bangs. It had been some time since her last attempt at playing cosmetologist, and his loose curls were almost starting to reach past his shoulders.  

It was always the same processes. She kept the scissors in the vanity. She’d had the pair for as long as Arthur could remember. She would sit him down on the toilet and snip, snip haphazardly until enough hair had come off to seem like she had done a semblance of a good job.

Arthur leaned back looking out the bathroom door and across the hall to where his mother sat on the bed watching another news caster interview Thomas Wayne. He didn’t want to disturb her to ask her for a quick cut. And besides, he was getting rather annoyed by her lack of skill with a scissors.

Arthur let out a deep breath. He mentally calculated how much of his last paycheck he had left. “Fuck it” he said out loud, “I can’t look like this anymore.”

He poked his head into the bedroom. “Hey Mom, I’m going out, do you need anything?”

Penny looked over at him, her eyes blankly registering his presence. “No Happy, just check the mail when you come back up.”

Arthur fake smiled and nodded, not bothering to remind her that it was Sunday, and there would be no mail regardless.

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Walking down the filthy street, Arthur kept his head down. Although he craved attention, he felt that he didn’t deserve it. Arthur wanted nothing more than to stand out from the crowd, but today, the thought of someone looking at him made him nervous and embarrassed.

He turned the corner and saw the blinking “open” sign humming in the window. Squeezing his hands tightly into his pants pockets he mustered all his confidence and pushed the shop door open.

A bell softly rang as Arthur entered the salon. It smelled like hairspray and cleaning supplies. Oldies quietly drifted over invisible speakers.

A young woman sat in one of the barber chairs. She was reading a trashy fashion magazine, her long red manicured nails mindlessly flipped through the pages. Her hair was pulled into a high slicked back ponytail.

Arthur could see her dark eyes glossing over the images, thick winged eyeliner gave her face a mysterious illusion.

She hadn’t noticed him yet. Arthur felt self-conscious about watching her. He contemplated leaving, but finally her eyes snapped up at him.

“Jesus! You been standing there long?” She asked, her voice had a hint of an accent, but Arthur couldn’t place it.

“No, not long.”

She blinked at him a few times before turning the magazine out towards him.

“What do you think of this nail color?” She asked, pointing to an advertisement.

“It’s nice.” Arthur felt his face blush. She was very pretty. Now that he was able to see her whole face, he could see her high set cheek bones and perfectly shaped lips.

She scrunched her face back at the page before quickly shutting the magazine and standing.

“So, what to do you want?”

“Um, what?” He asked, thinking this was a mistake, this was a mistake.

“Like what kind of hair cut do you want?”

Arthur suppressed a laugh he felt building in his chest. He felt embarrassed, he wanted to leave. I should have just asked Mom, he thought to himself. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. The young woman looked at him expectantly and he felt a familiar tug in his stomach. She was the first woman who wasn’t his mother to talk to him in a long time.

She asked your opinion, she cares what you think, a voice in the back of his mind whispered.

She moved towards him and lead him to the chair she had just been sitting in.

Arthur sat, feeling the warmth from her body still lingering on the seat.

She grabbed a bit of his hair, her fingernail running along the back of his neck. Arthur shivered.

“You have great hair,” She said, “very soft!”

“I don’t know what kind of haircut I want.” He admitted. “I’ve never had my hair professionally cut before.”

Her mouth popped open in shock. “You never…never cut professionally!” She brought her hands to her hips and tsked at him. “Well, I guess I’ll have to give you the full salon treatment!”

Arthur blushed, and allowed himself to laugh.

Taking Arthur’s hand, she led him over to a small sink near the back of the salon. She sat him in the chair and hummed to herself while she turned the water on and checked the temperature. She pushed Arthur’s shoulders back and leaned his head into the sink.

“That feels nice.” Arthur giggled as he felt her fingers against his neck and head.

“Oh, just wait for the shampoo, you’ll love that!” She said, wiping water off his forehead. Arthur closed his eyes and felt himself blissfully smile.

She was right of course. The sensation of her nails gently rubbing against his scalp was delightful.

She would softly run her hands down the sides of his face and across his forehead too, careful to not get soap or water on him.

Arthur was in heaven; he wanted the pampering to never end. No one had ever touched him like this before. He felt completely calm as a total stranger washed his hair, an action that seemed oddly intimate to him.

But the washing did end, and Arthur was led back to the barber chair, a hot pink cape whisked around him.

The young woman began combing out his hair and Arthur wanted to sigh with pleasure. He waited in anticipation to feel the soft scratch of her nails on the back of his neck, along his ears, and hairline.

I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this my whole life, he thought to himself. He watched her in the mirror, and he was fascinated by her lips blowing pink bubbles with her gum, and the furrowing of her brows when she came across a particularly difficult knot in his hair.

“Okay so, let’s talk length and style.” She said, her hands resting on his shoulders.

Arthur snapped out of his daydream trance, forcing himself to focus on what she was saying and not the lovely way her mouth puckered out when she spoke.

He nodded. “I don’t care what you do, as long as it is even.” He said with a slight chuckle. She smiled too.

“Whatever you say, boss. If it’s house choice I just hope you like it!”

She began to cut Arthur’s hair. He watched as the pieces fell to the floor around him.

“So, want do you do?” She asked tugged at a lock behind his ear.

“I’m a comedian.” Arthur blurted out. “Or trying to be.” He quickly clarified.

“Oh, okay I see you!” She smiled approvingly at him. “Can you tell me a joke?”

Arthur thought for a moment. “Gotham City Public Transit.”

She gasped in mock shock before letting out a healthy laugh. Arthur watched the joy spread across her face, her smile made his heart race.

“So, he does have jokes!” She laughed to herself again. “Tell me another one.”

Arthur offered her his best material, each joke or bit elicited to the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard. She whipped a tear away from the corner of her eye. “Whew! You’re a regular joker, you know?”

Arthur smiled and blushed under her attention.

“Okay, Mr. Big Shot Comedian, you’re all done.”

Arthur’s heart sank at the thought of having to leave her presence. She made him feel warm and welcomed, and that was a rare thing to find in this awful city.

But then he looked at himself in the mirror and his eyes grew wide. Is this really me? he thought to himself.

She had trimmed his hair to chin length, his soft curls framed his face. She had slicked back his hair too with a sweet-smelling gel.

Arthur looked older, but in a good way. His features looked sharped, and more defined.

“So, thoughts and feelings?” She asked brushing a few stray hairs behind his ear.

“I love it.” Arthur couldn’t believe how good he looked. He smiled up at her. “I really love it.”

She pushed the jar of gel into his hands, and explained what she did, but Arthur was barely listening, instead he was focusing on himself. He couldn’t get over how good looking he was.

As she rang him up at the cash register—charging him only for a small trim—Arthur tried to think of something witty to say to her. He nervously drummed his fingers against the side of his leg.

“Here is your receipt” She said, offering him the slip of paper between her long nails. As Arthur reached for it, she reached out and grabbed his hand. “And here is my number” she said flipping the piece of paper over.

“If you want to get your hair cut, or if you want to try out any new jokes, you call, okay?”

Arthur nodded and carefully folded the piece of paper, placing it in his pocket.

He walked out of the salon, thinking about a song only he knew, and danced down the street.

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Anonymous said: Can I request a hc where the reader and Arthur accidentally swap journals and both find out they have feelings for each other

Hello there! I sure can fill this request for you 💕 hope this is close to what you had in mind.

You and Arthur had been going to the same group therapy for a few months now. The two of you had struck up an easy friendship, sitting next to one another during each session. 

You would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for the lonely man. 

Today was journal day, your least favorite session of the month. Each patient took a turn reading something from their journal. When it was your turn, you read a very sarcastic poem about sharing one’s inner thoughts with a group.

It got a chuckle out of Arthur, but your therapist glared daggers into you. The next person to read was Arthur. He read off a short grocery list he had written, and you couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped your lips. 

“Leave it to you two,” the therapist mumbled under their breath. Your heart fluttered; the two of you were quite the tricksters. 

The therapy session ended late, and all of you had to rush to pack your things and get on home. You hastily grabbed your journal and shoved it into your bag. You didn’t have time to say goodbye to Arthur since you had work early the next morning.

That night you sat down to write in your journal, flipping to the first empty page. Except, this wasn’t your journal… it was Arthur’s. 

You would have closed the book and never looked at it again if it weren’t for your name written in bold and underlined in messy handwriting. 

Your heart pounded as you read the latest passage. I’ve got this friend from therapy. They are really nice, and I think I might be in love. I’m in love with Y/N. 

There where messy hearts drawn around the two lines, and you felt your face heat. There had been a few passages in your journal, similar to this. 

That’s when the realization hit you. If you had Arthur’s journal, that means Arthur has yours. You rushed to your phone, slamming Arthur’s number in. As the phone rang, you tapped your foot hastily.

“Hello,” Arthur’s voice sounded far away, lost in thought.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said, words rushing out of your mouth, “I think we switched journals on accident.” You wait as the line hung quietly, and you worried Arthur had hung up on you.

“So this is real,” Arthur said, awe in his voice, “I’m not just imagining this.” 

“Arthur, what are you talking about,” you asked, a touch of panic in your voice.

“I read some of your journals,” Arthur confessed, voice still distant, “I’m sorry, I honestly thought it was a delusion.” 

You took a deep breath, “it’s okay, I read your last passage too.” You heard Arthur chuckle on the other line, and you couldn’t help to laugh along with him. 

“So, do you want to get some coffee tomorrow,” Arthur asked, finally sounding in the moment. 

“Sure, how does lunch sound? I’ve got work in the morning,” you couldn’t help the giddy feeling filling your body. You did a little happy dance as Arthur made plans. 

This was the start of something special, you could feel it. 

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Plot: Supreme Leader Kylo Ren is confined to a board meeting. But as long as he’s still Force Bonded with you: there’s no place or propriety to stop you absolutely ravishing him. Even if it means him falling apart in front of his top generals.

A/N: Forgive me for everything. I know now what I do. I live in a land of absolute debauchery and sin - it is a lawless place where Kylo Ren is still Supreme Leader and oh boy, he fucks.

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Things Work Themselves Out, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: can i request some arthur stalking reader content? an obsession gone way too far? sex at a halloween party but she doesnt know its him:?

Warning: Cursing, smut, dubcon, mentions of non-con

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: Well, this was something else. Kind of got hot writing it, hands were sweating knees weak arms are heavy by the end. Hope you enjoy, anon, and this was what you wanted!

You’d been having an amazing day. Fantastic, glorious, all those good things. You’d been promoted at your job, the bitch in accounting got fired, and to top it off, it was your birthday! Your friend had given you a pair matching pearl earrings, something you’d wanted with her for a long time. As if your day couldn’t get any better!

“Beautiful weather, isn’t it?” You smiled at the man standing behind you in line at the pharmacy. You had to pick up something for a friend and in your good mood decided to strike up a conversation with a stranger. 

Arthur had to look behind him to make sure there wasn’t anyone else you could be talking to. “Uh, yeah.” He furrowed his brows and tried to hide the confusion on his face. 

“I’m (Y/N).” You stuck out your hand, giving him another smile.

He took your hand in his, shaking it politely. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t pleasantly surprised by how soft your skin was, taking a moment to feel the back of your hand with his thumb. “Arthur.”

“Next.” The woman at the counter called you up.

“How’s your day going, Arthur?” You asked, taking a few steps to the counter but keeping your eyes on him. You slid a piece of paper over the counter and the woman left to the backroom after reading it.

He shrugged, moving forward in line with you. “Fine.”

“Just fine?” You scoffed, leaning against the counter. “I know something that will make it better.” Before he could ask you reached into your purse, pulling out a sucker. Your boss had given you a handful, she had bought her daughter the wrong flavor. Mango pineapple, instead of peach.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile when he saw the candy in your hand. He took it and examined the wrapper, running his finger over the plastic. “Thank you?” He looked up at you, unsure and wary of your kindness. Was it so truly innocent? No joke? You weren’t going to mug him when he left and laugh in his face?

No. He could tell. You were perfect. He needed to find out more about you before you left. “You don’t like candy?”

“No, I love it!” You laughed and unwrapped a sucker, running your tongue around it before sticking it between your lips. “I just have so many, my boss gave me them today after my promotion.”

“Promotion?” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking down at your lips. He found it hard to concentrate then, focusing more on your pretty lips around the red candy.

“Yeah!” You nodded eagerly. “You know that jewelry store uptown?”

He nodded with you, forcing himself to look back into your eyes. 

“Well, that’s where I work. I used to design advertisements, you know, the stuff you see in the newspaper. Well, now I get to actually design jewelry! Isn’t that great?”

The look in your eyes made his knees weak. You were just so happy, innocent, so full of glee and joy, he wished you could share some of it with him. 

“That’s amazing.” He breathed, shaking his head in disbelief as he fought with his mind. How could you be real? He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he knew that if he didn’t cool down he’d spiral into an obsession. 

“Here you go, ma’am.” The woman came back to the desk and handed you a white paper bag. 

“Thanks, sweetie!” You smiled and took the bag, handing her a folded twenty. “I’ll see you around, alright Arthur?” You smiled at him again, looking so irresistibly adorable. 

He was one step ahead of you.

Following you home wasn’t the best idea, but he just couldn’t help himself. He only stopped when you pulled your keys from your purse and unlocked your front door.

What the fuck was he doing? 

The weekend was mostly the same. Following you to work, watching from afar, following you home, repeat. One day on your way home a gust of wind ripped your scarf from your neck, carrying it through the air and far away. You didn’t care enough to run after it so you let it go and went on your way.

Arthur cared though, and he chased it down.

It still smelt like you. 

He pressed the soft fabric against his face, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. His free hand stroked himself, gritting his teeth as he imagined all the things you could do with your mouth besides hold a sucker. 

It wasn’t long before he came, shuddering and sinking even further into the couch, your scarf pressed firmly against his nose. 

Your scarf wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed the real thing.

It took him a while but eventually, he found out you’d be going to a costume party in a large house in the nicer part of Gotham, a rich couple celebrating Halloween. He could sneak in, right? It was a costume party, he could cover his face. Maybe… 

The day came. He was ready, he’d perfected his look, there was no way you’d recognize him. 

He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, trying to fit in with the small crowd filing into the house. A man at the door was checking a list, reading names and checking them off when they came through. 

“What’s your name, sir?” The man asked him, barely looking up from his paper. 

In the background someone smashed a bottle, the sound of the glass shattering almost deafening. Someone started screaming, and that was his window. Arthur slipped in the door and looked around, momentarily stunned. 

It was a gorgeous house, the ceiling miles away, a spiral staircase in the main room, expensive paintings on the walls and painfully decorated chandeliers. 

He looked around, taking in everyone's costumes. There was a large man dressed as Alf, another dressed as Jason, a few Barbies and not enough Kens.

Then he spotted you.

You wore a Wonder Woman costume, and god, he felt his knees grow weak when he saw how much skin was showing.

He checked his makeup in a mirror in the main hallway, making sure it was still perfect. He had spent longer than usual, every line carefully drawn on, his hair slicked back in a way so exact it would put a model’s routine to shame.

After a few drinks, you made your way to the upstairs bathroom, leaving your group of friends. This was his moment. Arthur set his martini down on the snack table he’d been prowling around and followed you, each step he took sending him further into his spiraling obsession. 

The red carpet stretched on forever, the staircase never-ending, but finally, it did. He swallowed back any doubts and waited for you to go into the bathroom. 

“What the fuck am I doing?” He whispered to himself, for a moment regretting even coming. What was he planning? What the fuck was he going to do?

If he wanted you, he’d need to act fast.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, allowing himself to not think anymore. 

He opened his eyes and set his jaw, opening the bathroom door. He turned off the light before you could look up from washing your hands, darkness enveloping you.

“David?” You laughed lightly, reaching for the faucet knobs. The sound of running water stopped, the only sound now being your breathing. You thought you’d seen the flash of his red Superman costume, what was he doing? The sound of the lock clicking sent chills down your spine.

Arthur stepped forward and found you, grabbing your face with his hands.

“Baby, your hands are cold.” You breathed, placing your wet hands on top of his. You hadn’t been able to dry them yet, the room too dark to see the towel. 

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to think you knew it was him, that you were calling him baby. He leaned forward and kissed you, holding back a moan when he finally got to taste you. 

So that’s what you felt like. 

Your lips were so soft against his, all sense of doubt was gone now. You thought he was your baby and he was going to take full advantage of it.

He reached behind you and undid your dress, earning a gasp. 

You parted from his lips and panted, trying so desperately to see in the dark room. “In here? Now?”

As nervous as you were, you kind of liked it. It was exciting, the thought of having sex in someone else's house with so many people inside it. The risk of being caught, it made you wet.

Arthur slid your costume down your body, letting his hands slide up your now bare skin, feeling every curve of your body. You weren’t wearing a bra, you couldn’t with the costume. He sighed when he realized, running his hands over your chest. 

“God, David.” You closed your eyes, backing into the sink.

He hated that name. He loved your voice and the way you sounded in need but fuck, he hated hearing you say another man's name.

His hand slipped between your thighs, running over the fabric of your panties, feeling the warmth between your legs-

“David,”

Arthur broke. He grabbed you by the back of your neck and forced you to your knees, using his free hand to unbutton his red suit pants, taking his cock out in one quick motion. Turning you around so you were on your hands and knees he fell to his own, barely managing to get your panties off.

“Fuck, oh my god!” Your heart was going a thousand miles an hour. David was never like this with you, he was so vanilla, but this-

Arthur pushed himself inside you, biting his tongue to keep himself quiet. That was going to be hard. You were so fucking tight around him, so hot and wet, so fucking perfect. He closed his eyes and blew out a shaky sigh, gripping your hips so tight it burned his fingers.

“Yes, oh fuck me, please I need you to fuck me,” You whimpered, leaning down so your face was pressed against the cold tile floor. “I don’t care if anyone hears us.”

‘If she keeps talking like that,’ Arthur thought, reaching around your body to wrap his hands around your throat, ‘I won’t last a minute.’

You pushed your hips back against him as he started out slow, both hands wrapped tightly around your neck, mentally begging him to fuck you till you screamed. You lost yourself when he snapped his hips forward, your knees sliding against the floor backward until you laid completely flat on the floor.

Arthur moved with you, laying on top of your body. That’s when you should have known it wasn’t David, but you were so far lost in the moment you didn’t realize this man was wearing a suit and not a superman costume. 

He fucked you into the floor, pounding so hard into you it forced the breath out of your lungs. His breath was quick and ragged, quiet little groans slipping out every now and then. Thank god you didn’t struggle, he couldn’t do that to you, at least, he hoped he wouldn’t. But feeling how perfect you were made him doubt he would have the power to stop himself.

“Oh, yes, yes!” You moaned against the tile, now hot from your body heat. Your cheekbone throbbed and you’d probably have a bruise the next day, but you didn’t give a fuck. You just wanted to be fucked. 

Your orgasm came quick, racking through your body in shudders, your mouth hanging open in awe, your eyes rolled back so far in your head you saw red, it was the best sex you’d ever had and it was only about five minutes.

Arthur bit down into your shoulder, forcing himself fully into you when he came. His cock twitched as he burst inside you and he was unable to keep quiet. He covered your ears with the palms of his hands, squeezing so tight it hurt, and he groaned.

“(Y/N),” He breathed, his hips jerking a few times as he emptied himself inside you. He let out one last shaky breath before sliding off of you, taking a few seconds to catch his breath. 

“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had, baby.” You whispered, rolling onto your back. Your pussy burned blissfully, his cum slowly leaking out of you and onto the floor. You rode out your bliss with closed eyes, barely noticing him stand up and walk out the door. But not before he planted one last kiss on your lips.

Arthur shut the door behind him and gasped, realizing what he had just done. He felt disgusted, awful, horrible, he had to get away. He rushed down the stairs and just when he was about to dart out the door he saw him, David. 

It had to be David, right? He was wearing a Superman costume, you were wearing Wonderwoman, it had to be him. He locked eyes with him for a split second and then he fucking laughed. He couldn’t help it. He’d just fucked his girlfriend in the bathroom and she’d said it was the best she’d ever had, and it wasn’t even him. 

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can i request some arthur stalking reader content? an obsession gone way too far? sex at a halloween party but she doesnt know its him:?

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