#halloween reader insert

You’d caught him smoking in the hall before and knew that he did it to spare his mom’s asthma. But never had you caught him like this before. Dressed in such a way. It actually looked good on him.

"Evening," he croaked, smoke curling from his mouth as he spoke.

"Arthur," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from his costume. "You're... really getting into the Halloween spirit, huh?"

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What can I say? I've always been attracted to the darkness."

You could tell by the tone in his voice that he was deliberately trying to sound mysterious and alluring, and you thought it was working.

"Speaking of darkness," you said, leaning against the wall opposite of him, eyes locked with his, "I heard you were watching some old horror movies. What's on tonight's menu?"

"Ah, yes," Arthur replied, taking a drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke like a mythical creature. "Tonight, it's all about Dracula."

"Dracula? The ladies' man of vampires," you teased, your eyes dancing with amusement.

"Exactly," he chuckled, the smoke curling around him as he spoke. "He always manages to seduce the most beautiful women. Can’t help a man being a bit jealous…Maybe there's something to learn from him, don't you think?"

"Are you suggesting that becoming a vampire would improve your love life?" you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"Who knows?" Arthur mused, a hint of flirtation in his voice. "It seems to work for the undead."

You studied him for a moment, from the way his chest moved as he took another deep drag of his cigarette, to the way his fingertips were locked around the little stick. He was a fine man, you thought - you could not help it. The way his lips curled around his cigarette… how you wished that was you. To be held in his hands, to be caressed by his lips.

Wait, what were you thinking? Blushing heavily, you quickly pushed yourself away from the wall.

"Maybe it's not the fangs or the immortality," you said, the warmth of attraction blooming within you. "Maybe it's just the confidence and mystery that come with being a vampire."

"Confidence and mystery, huh?" Arthur echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'll have to keep that in mind."

With that, he flicked the remnants of his cigarette away and disappeared back into his apartment, leaving you standing in the dim hallway with a thousand questions on your mind and your heart pounding in your chest.

For a moment you wondered who he was trying to impress. What woman had he set his eyes upon? But just thinking these thoughts made a detestable feeling of jealousy rise in your chest. Why were you getting so worked up about who he wanted to date? Arthur was a free man. He deserved a little bit of fun.

Just not with any other woman but you.

The realization hit you, but at the same time, you knew there wasn’t much you could do with it. Arthur was just your neighbor, nothing more.

Determinedly, you turned away from the door, hands curled into fists, and left for the shops. But Arthur stayed on your mind for the remainder of the day.

~

In the following days, you couldn't help but notice Arthur’s presence more and more. It was as though he was always nearby, whether you were coming home from work or running errands. The smell of smoke would still linger in the hall, and sometimes the door to Arthur and Penny’s apartment would be ajar. You could swear you’d seen a pair of green eyes glinting, staring at you from the apartment. But whenever you thought of turning around to confront him, the eyes were gone and the door was closed again.

Yet, his appearances did not stay limited to your home. You would suddenly see him on the bus on your ride home. They were the only times you could sit down next to each other and have a short talk. But his ride never took long and your talks were awkward and short.

You felt his eyes upon you, though, as you sat next to him. You even once asked him how come you’d never seen him on the bus before, to which he had answered that his work schedule had changed. A blatant lie, you could tell. But at the same time as his answer, a hand had been placed on your knee, applying soft pressure. You’d stared at it, but Arthur had not removed it.

His touch had felt warm.

You’d masturbated twice that evening, thinking of how his hand could have wandered a little higher.

Arthur was stalking you. In the days that followed you became convinced of it. You'd catch glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye, see his reflection in store windows, or feel his presence behind you as you walked down the street.

At first, it was unnerving, but soon, you found yourself secretly enjoying the attention. Something was thrilling about knowing you were being watched, desired even. The danger of it all only fueled your attraction to him, and you couldn't deny that you were falling into the intoxicating world of Arthur Fleck.

~

Time slipped by, as it often does, and Halloween evening arrived with a chill in the air. You felt giddy with anticipation, having spent the day preparing your costume. Your heart raced as you rang Arthur's doorbell, dressed head to toe as a vampire.

A seductive one.

“Will you answer the door, Happy?” You heard a woman’s voice shout. Penny, you thought. Arthur’s mom.

“Yes, yes!” Arthur sounded agitated, but not much later, the bolts from the door were removed and the lock was turned.

"Trick or treat," you purred when Arthur opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in your appearance. Your fangs gleamed beneath black lipstick, and your tight crimson dress clung to your curves, making you feel powerful and irresistible.

"Wow," he murmured, grinning as his eyes roved over you. It was clear he liked what he saw. "I wasn't expecting this...but I'm certainly not complaining." His words became a low murmur, voice lowering with approval.

"Good," you replied, stepping closer and letting your fingers trace the edge of his collar. "Because tonight, there’s only one man’s fluids I want inside me. And I’m not talking about… blood.”

Arthur's breath hitched, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. "In that case," he whispered huskily, "I would be happy to be your prey, my temptress."

"Prey?" You smirked, playfully biting your lower lip. "I prefer to think of you as my willing accomplice. Wasn’t it you who said Dracula could get any woman he desired?"

His lips parted while his eyes darted to your mouth, as if he wanted to kiss you there, as if he hungered for more. "True,” he agreed, his voice low and sultry. "Then I suppose that makes you...my Bride."

"Your Bride, hm?" You considered the idea, feeling a thrill run up your spine. Arthur claiming you in each and every way as his? It was a fantasy that stirred a desire in the depths of your core. "Well, you know what brides and grooms do on their wedding night, don’t you?"

You’d hardly spoken the words or Arthur had already pulled you into an embrace, your chest pressed against his while his lips hungrily sought yours. The taste of cigarette mingled with something that was purely him drove you crazy and you arched into him, rubbing your hand past his legs until you felt the heat of his arousal and couldn't help but grin. He was excited. Good. It was exactly as you had wanted it all to go.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in as the both of you explored each other’s mouth hungrily; tongues brushing past each other. In the distance, you thought you could hear his mother’s voice coming from the apartment, reminding you that you were still in the hallway.

This would not do.

You were eager, but not so eager as to jump his bones right here and right now – where everyone could see. And so you carefully broke the kiss, nibbling on Arthur’s bottom lip as you gently pulled away, before your eyes carefully met his, a promise of desire and passion smoldering held within them.

Carefully, you took Arthur’s hand, marveling at the fact that he let you guide him with you, and tugged him along to your apartment where you gently opened your door.

"Come inside," you invited, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see how this Dracula can pleasure his bride."

Upon those words, Arthur’s eyes lit up, and a cheeky grin spread on his lips. He was no longer the dark vampire you’d seen him as before, but more like the clown you’d seen him as. The one he was when he came home from work. A cat who got the cream. His smile was wide and toothy.

Oh, he wanted you. There was no doubt about it. and the pulsing between your legs indicated how much you wanted him to.

The moment the door clicked shut, you found yourself pressed against Arthur, your lips locked together in a passionate kiss. Your hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring each other with a hunger that was raw and needy. As you backed into your living room, you felt the heat of his touch on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me show you something," you whispered, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. You began to undress, peeling off your vampire costume slowly and deliberately, making sure he was watching every movement. Arthur couldn't tear his gaze away from you, his eyes wide and hungry.

With a grin, you encouraged him to join in the fun. "Your turn."

Arthur hesitated for only a moment before starting his own seductive striptease. He fumbled with his clothes at first – which was incredibly cute - but soon got the hang of it. You both laughed as he imitated your sultry moves, shedding his layers one by one until he stood before you in nothing but his underwear.

"Looks like we're even now," he teased while running a hand through his hair.

“Even?” You said, smirking as you looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants. You felt your cheeks heat, and when you looked up, you saw how Arthur’s eyes had darkened with desire.

Pulling him close, you pressed your lips against his once more. The feel of his bare skin against yours ignited a fire within you, and you knew you couldn't wait any longer.

Gently, you guided him towards your bed, sitting down and pulling him on top of you. His weight felt comforting and exciting all at once, and you reveled in the closeness.

"Is this okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice. "I mean… do you want…”

But Arthur shushed you by bringing his hand up to your lips. His fingertips brushed past them, making your heart flutter as you looked up to see the intense look in his eyes.

“I want this,” he breathed, words but a whisper. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“It's been a while for me," you ashamedly admitted, knowing that it would probably be a tight fit and worrying that you might have lost your touch a little. Your arms were still around his neck, holding him in an embrace above you. “Might be a bit rusty…”

"Rusty is not the word I would be thinking of," Arthur replied with a chuckle while he dipped a hand beneath your panties, slipping a finger into your wet core. You couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped your lips as he dipped in and blushed fiercely when he laughed at your response.

“Doesn’t feel rusty at all,” Arthur said, grinning cheekily while he nudged his finger inside of you, making you squirm because -  oh! -  that felt good. Another nudge, his fingertip feeling around inside of you, accompanied by an audible wet squelch.

You instantly let go of him to bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment and watched his triumphant grin as he moved not only his finger inside of you, but also started to rub his thumb past your clit at the same time.

The bastard was teasing you purposely. He was experienced at it, that was for sure. You bit your lip while you glowered evilly at him, as he chuckled softly above you.

But then he surprised you by adding a second digit to your core and, with a low moan, you threw your head back and arched into his touch.

You’d expected a witty comment from your neighbor, but all you felt were the sure but gentle ministrations of his fingers inside of your pussy, making something hot and warm build up inside of your core. When you finally managed to open your eyes it was to the sight of Arthur’s darkened gaze. His lips were pressed into a thin line in deep concentration. All of his focus was upon you, as if he was taking in anything of how you lay beneath him, and how you reacted to his touch.

“Arthur,” you murmured, eager to have more than just his fingers please you.

It seemed he got the silent plea behind his name, because he gently retracted his hand before carefully peeling your panties down your legs and pushing them away.

For a moment, all you saw were green eyes, darkened with arousal, as Arthur peered over your stomach. You expected him to dip forth, to use his tongue or his mouth to bring you to your peak. And for another moment it seemed like that was going to happen. For Arthur did indeed bend forth and pressed his head between your legs, nuzzling his nose past your folds and licking a stripe past your wet entrance, adding his juices to your own.

But then he was up again, leaning above you on his elbows, looking down at you while he positioned his cock between your legs. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d pulled his own underpants off. Not that it mattered. You wanted him, in there. So badly.

"Ready?” Arthur’s question was considerate, probably well-meant. But his dark eyes told you he wasn’t able to hold back any longer – and you loved it. This was how you had wanted to see your neighbor all along. Aroused, craving you, ready to please you.  

“Yes,” you said, pulling him close again. “More than ready, Arthur. Put it in already!”

At your demand, Arthur’s concentrated look broke and a low chuckle escaped his lips. “Put it in, she says…” he nasally lamented. And indeed, he made it sound so funny, you could not help but let out a chuckle yourself.

“A bit more reverently about my cock, will you?” Arthur then said, teasingly. He brought his lips closer to yours, as if he wanted to kiss you again.

“If you’re going to be smart with me I shall just go back to my hand.”

It took you a moment before you discerned the meaning of his words, and then you let out another laugh. Luckily, Arthur was laughing along, holding you close and chuckling in your ear.

“I-I’ll be good,” you gasped between your laughter. “I won’t be smart with you.”

As you both caught your breath again, Arthur smiled down at you. His hand caressing your head.

“In that case,” he murmured, “I shall put ‘it’ in you, darling.”

He dipped his head forth and captured your lips with his own while you shifted beneath him, positioning yourself just right. As he guided himself inside you, the sensation of being filled by him sent a moan spilling from your lips. Arthur's own moan echoed yours, his eyes full of longing and affection.

"God, you feel amazing," he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips as he began to move with you in perfect rhythm.

As Arthur's hips moved in sync with yours, his expert touch sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your side, caressing the curve of your breast before finding its way to your neck, gently squeezing as you gasped for breath.

"Arthur," you moaned, eyes locked onto his intense green gaze, "you're so good at this."

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he leaned down, whispering against your ear, "I aim to please, my dear."

He continued to thrust, each stroke hitting just the right spot, causing waves of pleasure to crash through your body. Your nails dug into his back, urging him on, and your legs wrapped tightly around his lean waist.

"Harder," you panted, desperate for more. Arthur obliged, his movements growing more forceful, while still remaining tender and attentive to your needs.

"Are you close?" he asked, concern lacing his voice despite the lust that clouded his eyes.

"Yes," you whispered, feeling the pressure building within you. "Together?"

"Of course," Arthur replied, and together you climbed the final peak of ecstasy.

As you both reached your climax, you clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure until you collapsed into a tangled mess on the bed, panting and slick with sweat.

"Wow," you breathed, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Indeed," Arthur agreed, chuckling softly as he rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You know, you just made yourself the Bride of a Vampire."

"Really?" you laughed, snuggling into his embrace. "Does the famous Dracula still want me then?" “Well, I suppose he does,” Arthur murmured against your head, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

You smiled, feeling a sense of happiness that seemed almost out of place in the chaos of your lives. But at that moment, wrapped in Arthur's arms and bathed in the afterglow of your passion, nothing else mattered.

"Arthur," you murmured, "I'm so happy."

"Me too," he replied, his voice soft and sincere as he held you close. And you realized that this was exactly where you always had wanted to be. In his arms.  

~ Fin ~

When you had finally finished and had made your way to HQ, you were slightly nervous. Big gatherings like this always gave you a sense of unease. Holding conversations with so many others was a strong suit on missions for you but when it came to casual meetings; you didn't feel like participating. Unless of course it was Eggsy, Merlin, or Harry. They always knew how to relax you and make you laugh, you were in desperate need of that at this moment.

You stood outside the large wooden doors to the ballroom and made sure to put on (Y/F/M). As your hands reached for the door, a man who looked like Merlin spoke, “May I?” He asked as his hand touched the door handle. You gave him a small nod and he opened the door into the expansive ballroom. It was decorated accordingly and looked wonderful. At this point you knew it was Merlin, his beautiful accent was shining through as he spoke.

You walked in ahead of him, taking in the sight of the massive room and the large crowd of people. Merlin smiled and put a hand around your waist, he leaned over and whispered, “Would you like to accompany me tonight?” You couldn't help but inhale his scent. He was wearing such an intoxicating aftershave that it was hard to concentrate on forming words, “O-of course… Merlin. I love your outfit tonight.”

His hand rubbed your side, goosebumps began to form on your skin, “Thank you, I quite like yours. You look amazing..” This man was always charming but tonight he was making it extremely hard to resist him. You took in his features and noticed he was wearing contacts which really brought out his olive green eyes. When he smiled, his teeth were sparkling and you noticed the two sharp pointed teeth in particular. This made you grin wildly and you couldn't help but ask, “Why are you wearing fangs, Merlin? Are you a vampire tonight?”

Merlin licked them absentmindedly before he kissed your neck. The fangs gently scratched you and you moaned. He took a moment to lean back from you and laughed at the noise you made, “That was adorable, (Y/N). Yes, I am wearing fangs tonight. It is Halloween after all, you have to spice things up a little.” His voice was so husky and deep, it was making your body quiver. You could already feel the wetness building between your legs and the look he was giving you wasn't helping, you needed a distraction, “Merlin? C-could you go over and grab some punch for me?” Of course he would get you some, he was always courteous when it came to you. With a nod and his hand dropping from your waist, he went off in the direction of the punch bowl.

Good, this gave you the chance you needed to get away. You needed a small breather before anything began to happen between the two of you. As your eyes were trained on Merlin, you weren't paying attention and bumped into someone, “Oh my god, I am so sorry...” You looked up at the person who you had bumped into. Another familiar face, Harry Hart.  

“Well, you are looking spectacular tonight my dear,” Harry bent down to reach for your hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss. Again, you felt that familiar scratch of teeth and watched while Harry stood upright and smiled. He had fangs on tonight as well?? What was going on? “Don't worry about bumping into me, (Y/N). I was actually looking for you. Would you care to dance?”

This night was quickly overwhelming you. The next thing you knew; you were on the dance floor with another irresistibly charming man. Harry was pressed close to you as you danced, the music made you both sway softly. His hand moved from yours to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Being distracted by that action; his other hand made it's way down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. At this point your heart was racing, “Harry, what are you..?”

Harry placed his hands back the way they were when you first started dancing and grinned. He knew how it was making you feel. Your voice wavered when you asked him the question and he could tell you were aroused, “My dear, I am simply having one night of fun. I thought you'd appreciate me subtly being less of a gentleman.” He paused as the music stopped and you were hoping Harry would have more of an explanation for his behavior tonight, sadly that wasn't going to happen, “Let's go over to the bar, shall we?”

He offered his arm to you and you grasped it, walking through the sea of people and over to the bar. You couldn't help but watch him as he ordered himself some scotch and ordered you what you loved, (Y/D). Harry was always stylish, which made it even harder for you to choose between Merlin and him. Speaking of Merlin, where was that man?

You stood on your tip toes to scan the crowd for any sign of him and was disappointed when you found nothing. You sighed and took a sip of the drink that was set on the table for you, “Thank you so much Harry, cheers.” You raised your glass and he did the same, both glasses making a tinkling noise. This was unlike any event you'd been at, especially with two men putting moves on you. You set your drink down and smiled at Harry who winked in response.

Large hands wrapped around your middle section from behind, a chin rested on your shoulder, “So I see you found Harry.” With this you turned your head slightly to see Merlin's profile, “Merlin, I was just looking for you.” As you spoke, he nuzzled his face into your neck. You could feel his nostrils flare, inhaling your perfume. He made a small groan of pleasure before releasing you and casually leaning on the bar.

Harry of course looked on with drink in hand, laughed and shook his head.

“Okay both of you, what the hell is going on?!?”

Merlin came to stand beside Harry, they exchanged glances before laughing. Merlin decided to speak first, “It's Halloween (Y/N), lighten up!” Were they both drunk??

“And I mean.. what's with the vampire fangs?? I'm so confused!” This little game they were both playing with you was exciting but also infuriating. You didn't like to be aroused and kept in the dark.

Harry placed his drink down, “It’s just a costume, don’t worry. We don’t actually shape-shift into monsters on Halloween night.” A cheeky grin formed on his lips, his fangs sticking out, “We only want to play with you for a little while, (Y/N).. what do you say?”

Play?? Oh no...