#jonathan crane oneshot

[your-nanas-house]

hi!! for your cillian requests what about jonathan crane w/ aphrodisiac :3

Hello! Sure thing, dear!!

The Conference

◇ Pairing: professor!Jonathan Crane x student fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dark, creampie, handjob, protected and raw sex, mean and sub Jonathan, Dom and sub Y/n, dub-con. (there's a lot of things in this fic)

◇ Summary: Dr.Jonathan Crane uses an aphrodisiac on himself and his poor favourite student has to help him.

◇ Note: This really may be one of the longest fic I ever written. It's also an amazing collaboration with @mrkdvidal1989. Well..Enjoy.

Darkness enveloped his surroundings as he moved closer towards the chemistry labs. The clicking of his shoes was the only sound he could hear, his footsteps echoing through the long corridor. He moved slowly and gracefully, his every move being a careful measure in an otherwise dim location.

As he got closer to the chemistry lab, the door appeared open, lights lit up the room inside, and he wondered if his favourite student was still working. 

His icy eyes moved down as his slender fingers pulled slightly up the sleeve of his suit so that he could check the time, 2:00 am he read silently before something quickly caught his attention.

There she was, in all her glory, his little pet, his favourite student, busy with her phone. All the materials and objects she had used were still scattered on the table, she was also still wearing the white lab coat even though her focus was clearly elsewhere.

Crane tutted silently, a mischievous grin stretched on his pink lips. Y/N had her back towards the door, oblivious to the fact that she wasn't alone in the lab anymore. Jonathan watched her carefully, noticing the light swaying and slumped shoulders caused by her tiredness. Perfect

After a moment he stalked closer, his perfectly polished black shoes moved soundlessly against the concrete floor without attracting her attention. Her small, fragile frame allowed him to easily peak over her shoulder, watching the compounds scattered on the table. A quick glance was enough to make him smirk again, as he recognized the familiar, violet but alluring  mixture.

”So hardworking.” He suddenly spoke up right by her ear, causing her to squeak, startled. Y/N turned around, eyes wide in surprise as she put hand on her chest in an attempt to calm down her pounding heart. 

”Professor Crane” She breathed out with relief, looking at him. For a moment the only sound filling the air was her deep breathing, before she straightened her back, looking up at him. ”I lost track of time and… and I'm almost finished with my project.” She explained with flushed pink, slightly ashamed that she overused his kindness staying in his lab for so long. Crane just nodded with understanding before he gestured towards the mixture, focusing back on her face. 

”Have you checked the clearance?” His voice was low, serious tone echoing through the room accompanying his emotionless expression. Distracted by his face, she blinked a couple times. ”a… a clearance?” Y/N repeated foolishly, completely not knowing what he was talking about.

Did I miss something? She wondered, as the sudden wave of anxiety tightened the knot in her stomach. 

”Yes. Have you checked it yet?” His blue eyes gazed into hers so intensely, that she couldn't focus properly. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she shook her head feeling like a child in trouble. 

”N-no, I haven't.. yet.” She replied quietly, acting like she knew what he was talking about. Jonathan had a hard time restraining his laugh, but he managed to keep his poker face. Nodding along, he shifted to the side. 

”Alright, go on then. Hold it up to the light and look at the consistency.” He instructed in a harsh, teacher tone. Y/n brushed a strand of hair away from her face nodding, before she grabbed the mixture, feeling her Atelophobia kicking back in. 

Holding it in the right hand, she held it up to inspect what her professor requested; a visible light shaking of her limbs made Jonathan’s blank face crack for a split second, allowing the switch to a devious smile that disappeared as soon as it came. Just perfect

Almost too easy, the psychology professor thought, his focused, predatory stare remained on the back of her exposed neck, his tongue darting to escape and wet his plumpy lips. In the process of waiting for the most appropriate time to act.

Jonathan maintained his predatory stare, not letting Y/n quivering limbs or trembling form escape from his sights. It was almost as if he was savouring the buildup, knowing that the effects of the aphrodisiac as soon as it will be taking complete control over his body—  such a perfect scenario to be able to take advantage of the vulnerable state his naive student will be in.

The professor felt his heartbeat quicken and his breath became heavier and shallower. It was as though he was becoming swept up in the moment as well.

”Is… is it good, Dr. Crane?” She asked in a shaky voice, standing two feet away from him, stretching her hands holding the mixture up to the light. Jonathan’s pupils widened slightly as arousal already started working in his body, adrenaline pumping in his veins. 

”Closer” He commanded quietly, watching her feet as she shifted towards the lamp hanging lowly from the ceiling. ”I said closer,” His voice became more harsh, more commanding the second time, startling her visibly. Y/n took a step, and as soon as she wanted to take the other one, her shoe caught on Crane’s foot which appeared out of nowhere on her path. 

A choked gasp left her mouth as she lost her balance, arms getting in the defensive position to minimise the damages in case of a fall. The little glass bottle fell out of her hand, hitting her professor in the shoulder before the content of it splashed on his neck and face, covering his skin in the weird fluid. 

As soon as it made contact, his body started tingling in an almost…pleasant way. Y/n’s body froze as Jonathan inhaled deeply, Adam's apple bobbing up and down visibly on his pale neck. 

Putting on his best acting skills, Crane’s face became red from the anger; despite the horrified look on her face, he fought against his amusement to keep the mask on. 

Huffing with anger he shook his head, trying to get as much fluid off of him as he could or rather trying to spread it better, moving frantically and suddenly. Appearing enraged, he slowly made his plan come true. Studying psychology for long years, he knew exactly what body language put on to be convincing enough. 

”Fuck!” He barked angrily, taking off the jacket with a huge stain on the shoulder. ”What the fuck did you do!” He yelled, turning to face her. His eyebrows furrowed at her frozen state, when she stood not moving, eyes teary and lips parted in shock. Crane couldn't help but notice how her hands trembled more.

Jonathan's anger turned into scolding as he continued to act mad, pretending to be absolutely furious with his poor tired student. He had to be completely convincing, for he wasn't really upset in the slightest.

"How could you be so careless?!" Jonathan asked, his voice filled with fake anger and disappointment  "Don't you know how dangerous that is?! Haven't I taught you anything at all?" he added, scoffing at her still shocked self. 

Jonathan could feel the strange liquid begin to seep down his skin, the sensation an eerie and disturbing one for him. His expression became neutral for a split second, before Y/N finally moved, getting his attention. 

”I-I’m… I'm sorry I… I don't know what happened, I-I… I didn't mean to…” She stuttered out, trying to explain herself and her clumsiness, completely unaware of the fact that she was only a puppet in his evil psychotic show. 

”It doesn't matter!” His voice boomed through her attempts of apologising properly. Y/n’s shoulders slumped, as she wanted to cover herself from shame, her body completely tense. 

Her heart was beating wildly, she could already feel the familiar tingling sensation caused by the negative emotions and the guilt, which was eating her. 

She was familiar with these emotions but still had difficulty mastering them, even though she had to...she didn’t want to make the situation worse with her still furious professor— risking that way to look even more pathetic as she fell into the vortex of stress that often ended in a painful and long panic attack.

Y/n wasn’t in the right situation or in the right place to give in to her fears and weakness, not even if the knot in her throat was making it pretty hard for her to breathe correctly. Focus she thought to herself, forcing her shiny eyes to snap back towards Jonathan’s face. Her nostrils slightly dilated and her jaw tightly clenched as if it would have helped her to let everything in and not show what she was actually feeling at that moment.

”I have a conference in…” He pulled his sleeve up revealing the expensive watch on his wrist, checking the time again. ”...an hour! Look what you did!” He pointed at the huge stain before scratching the itchy skin on the back of his neck. ”Fuck it starts working.” He breathed out heavily with a huff. 

At this point her face became teary, her breath getting heavier, her chest tight, and Jonathan couldn't be more happy from how well his plan was going. ”You are going to take me out of that state, and better do it fucking fast, unless you want me to talk to the principal about your lack of basic skills!” He spat out harshly, looking how wheels turned in her head before she gasped quietly at the realisation that… she didn't know exactly what the antidote was.. besides… sexually relieving the victim— since she based her whole experiment on Poison Ivy’s sex pollen. 

”Are you deaf?” He mocked, looking down at her with a stern facial expression, making Y/n finally snap out of her realisation; her body moving and turning back to the desk as she rummaged through the notes and components, trying to quickly find a solution as she read through her neat handwriting holding the papers with a shaky hand— her mind on the edge of panicking. 

Jonathan stood behind her, watching the desperation visible through her every move, he could clearly tell that her head was running miles. Suddenly his smirk started fading as the aphrodisiac fully penetrated his skin, getting to his nerves and beginning to work its magic. His pupils widened, icy blue irises almost invisible at this point. His breathing increased, skin started sweating more as his muscles clenched and relaxed alternately, causing him to lean back on the counter. 

Heavy sigh left his lips getting her attention, but she didn't dare to look at him for a longer moment. Up until he rolled his sleeves up, his veiny hand rubbed his arms, trying to relieve the stingy feeling all over his body before reaching down and rubbing up his crotch desperately, feeling the uncomfortable tension. Burning

Y/n’s eyes quickly fixed on her professor, studying his desperate state as she kept feeling guilty. Was it really her fault? She shouldn’t have worked on that project of hers in Dr. Crane’s lab and left her work-in-progress there at that hour, she should have brought it home or at least… paid more attention when her professor just tried to help her.

That’s what Jonathan wanted her to think.

The helpless expression on his face covered snugly the satisfaction in his icy, blue eyes. The poor girl, he thought, watching the worry and guilt in her gaze. He gulped loudly, panting dramatically as his pale and freckled skin flushed due to the effects of the strong aphrodisiac she….well, he spilled on himself.

A thing that he didn’t plan though, were the pretty strong and painfully annoying effects that Y/N included in the project, due to the limited knowledge about chemical compounds, not reaching the level of her brilliant professor.

Jonathan's body was on fire. All his senses seemed to heighten, and hot burning pierced his skin in places that he never felt before. 

Breathing deeply he tried to slow down his racing heart, muscle pounding so fast and hard that he would be worried if not the uncontrollable thoughts; his freckled, pale skin ached for a gentle or any touch. He didn’t really care, he just wanted… no— needed Y/n on him, all over him, doing unforgivable things to his needy body. 

His whole body felt tingly and numb at the same time, and he was struggling to keep his thoughts straight with all the rushing hormones— that’s when he started to move unconsciously, just when Y/n turned back towards the desk again, trying to ignore the state he was in, looking so… needy and so desperate. 

The poor student didn’t even have the time to register what was happening, she just felt a tight grip on her hips and in a couple of seconds she was pressed harshly, flat against the lab table— an almost animalistic panting against the back of her neck and Jonathan’s body lying on her, nearly crushing her ribcage on that wooden surface. Her breath knocked out at the sudden action.

“Fuck” Dr. Crane grunted, grounding his hips as his hands kneaded roughly on her breasts, since he cupped them before, managing to bend her down. He felt like an animal in heat at that moment, so desperate and so blind in front of the lust that was taking over his whole body.

His hips kept moving as if following a rhythm, his cock pressing against the front of his pants in a pleasant but still painful way— his hands still groping harshly Y/n’s round chest, pressing and pulling while also kneading with need and hidden satisfaction. They are as soft as they look Crane thought in his moment of pure desperation.

”Wh-what are you doing?” Y/n squealed, pinned to the desk with his weight. 

”Shhh.. I… I need it.” He moaned out, but slowly grinding on her ass wasn't enough. His angrily hard cock throbbed in his pants, relentlessly demanding immediate attention. He was getting frustrated with how little she was cooperating, and it felt like fire was blowing his veins. His skin was burning and itching as he whined lowly, dropping his head on her shoulder with a huff. 

”Touch me” He hissed out, pulling her up and turning around to face him. She remained pressed against him, but her hands were still, not moving or getting near his needy, aching body. He was losing his mind. ”F…fucking please” Jonathan cried out finally, when his cock started pulsing painfully in his briefs. 

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to keep her own lust and nervousness on a leash. 

Rubbing her thighs  together she hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice cracking in an almost pathetic way...if Jonathan wouldn’t have been in that situation with that mindset he would have probably mocked her “P-Pull it out, Prof-”. She stopped quickly, a new battle starting inside of her head, how was she supposed to call him? She couldn’t for sure refer to him with his qualification.

Dr. Crane had other intentions apparently, he didn’t let her think much about that…too eager to have her whole attention back on him and his now leaking cock. Standing proudly against his flat stomach was a thick, long member. The veins wrapped around it stick out even more than usually, as it throbbed impatiently. Cold air was enough to make him hypersensitive as he mewled, touching the tip and spreading precum on it. Red colour of his skin revealed how much he needed the release.

At the sight Y/n jumped slightly not expecting Jonathan to be so forward, just standing there… so close to her, holding his shaft as he moved closer to her in an attempt to probably seduce her and make her finally touch him like he had begged her for. The psychology professor managed to take another step before a loud slap echoed in the quiet room, his mind too fogged to realise immediately what she did but the stingy sensation on his cheek made it clear. He could have been mad but just the contact of her bare skin against his made him whine desperately, his eyes blow out in pure need and submission. He would have done anything….literally anything to finally have his release with her help.

Y/n's breathing had become more elaborate, her body was full of adrenalin at that moment which allowed her to act instinctively and impulsively, although it was better to work through the whole situation with a clear and rational mind.

Come on, the young student yelled in her head, gulping softly as she moved her gaze slowly back down to take a peek at her professor’s cock. Do it, just do it, she repeated, nodding slightly to herself before moving her tiny hand closer to the throbbing cock, gathering the courage to grab it, but before she'd manage to do so, Jonathan pushed his hips forward impatiently, forcing her hand in the worst way. 

Y/n looked up immediately, anger sizzling in her eyes at his unhinged behaviour. As soon as he tried to make her grab it again, her other hand made contact with his flushed cheek in a harsh slap. Crane’s lips parted in surprise, as he felt a drip of blood going down his chin from his lower lip.

”One more time, and I'll tie you up and leave you alone. All needy and crying” She warned with a scolding tone, Jonathan’s expression reminded her one of a kicked puppy; it was nearly distracting, his gaze so focused on her was hypnotic and the way his plumpy lips kept softly trembling was entertaining as he breathed deeply, almost like he was about to cry. 

A deep breath broke the silence that had been surrounding them after the slap, the young student nodded slightly before finally letting Jonathan rest his heavy member on her open hand. Her eyes focused on the task and on the cock in front of her, she could feel it twitch every time her acrylic nails brushed against the prominent veins.

Her breath was heavier, not like Crane’s was— he was panting like an animal in heath just craving..no, needing her touch. His icy eyes staring at her hand while tears started forming in them, he could feel his stomach tightener at every second that passed. He didn’t even dare to speak, afraid to scare her or just piss her off, making her slow movements come to a stop— he couldn’t let it happen, not now that her small feminine hand was finally reaching the angry red tip of his cock.

Y/n moved her wrist, gulping softly before finally wrapping her fingers around it trying to give it a testing pump staring with wide eyes how the foreskin followed her movement, exposing more the leaking  tip “Shit” Jonathan cursed in a hiss, letting out a choked sob before ordering her with a shaking voice “Spit on it, you little slut”. 

The poor man was feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac more and more, he could feel them crawl all over his body making it difficult for him to breath normally or think straight, a thin layer of sweat was already covering his flushed skin.

Her professor’s hand snatched hers, motiving it quickly closer to his handsome face as if he wanted to kiss it, ending up spitting on her palm catching completely off guard; her pretty face slowly twisted in a grimace of uncomfortable disgust.

After a couple of seconds passed… where she didn’t do nothing, Jonathan bad temper snapped again, his mean part coming out “Fuckin’ touch it already!” he screamed in her face, catching her off guard for the second time in a row, his hips moving forward as his hand held her smaller one wrapped back around his length. His hips established a rhythm to relieve his pain…his free hand flying to cup her breast after nearly ripping off the lab coat she had still tidily on. How long is it going to last?

Consequently Jonathan's outburst, Y/n allowed him to continue to seek the pleasure he so badly needed, an expression of disgust still present on her face. His panting was quite disturbing now, she could feel the warmth of it and of his whole body that clearly looked like it was on fire and it kind of worried her. All her fault, that’s all your fault, she kept repeating to herself as she tried to find a solution… a way to help the man that was standing in front of her, moaning like a pornstar just for her. 

“O-Okay, Dr. Crane I-I….” she started, her voice shaking softly as she tried to speak with him— but he wasn’t listening at all, too busy in the activity he was engaged with. Y/n’s heart pounded, the unusual and somehow odd situation causing adrenaline to rush through her veins. She was lost in how to properly handle the situation, but one glance at him was enough to decide. Anger and desperation was filling his icy gaze, eyes cloudy and focused on his cock as she stroked it. Annoyance appeared in her mind at how easily influenced she was for him, as she huffed with anger. 

You want me to touch you? I fucking will then, she thought, as her hand gripped his manhood harder, stroking it harsher as the other hand rested on his chest. 

Jonathan felt almost deaf, his heart beating so fast and hard that it could be heard from any part of his body…he was feeling like on a rollercoaster, adrenaline rushing and filling his slender self.

As soon as Y/n started to feel Jonathan’s grip on her hand become less tighter, freeing her caged hand, she removed it completely in a quick motion. Feeling it, Jonathan's head lolled back with a high pitched, desperate groan. A choked cry pushed past his lips at the lack of stimulation. He didn't expect her to do it, his lips parted as he tried to breathe but his lungs burned, just like his skin that started heating up and itching again. His legs started shaking as a couple tears streamed down his face, but Y/n wasn’t as fazed by his state anymore, and she just wiped her palm on his white shirt, not really caring that he had an important meeting in just… thirty minutes.

“Strip” the young woman ordered with a simple word, not adding anything else. Her expression was stern and kind of pissed, she was tired and this was taking too long for her. She was also ready to take any decision or precaution to be able to get over this.

“I said fucking strip, you brainless slut” the student repeated, raising her voice just like Jonathan had done earlier, screaming at him the respect that was pulling her back now completely gone. There was still nervousness in her body, she was shaking a bit because of the different emotions present. To her surprise Dr. Crane started to take off his expensive suit, replying to her stern tone and insult with a pathetic whine… she could have kicked him in the face at that moment and he would have just licked her sole, whimpering and shaking for her.

As Jonathan peeled all the fabric off his body, watching it drop on the floor, the cold air hit his overwarm body, his nipples erect just like his hair which were standing due to the shiver and the goosebumps, Y/n couldn’t stop watching him move like a puppet. 

Her hands moved on their own, resting on his warm, pale and freckled chest… caressing in slow motions his skin as her eyes moved slowly across his naked self— it felt nice, it relieved the burning and stingy sensation Jonathan kept feeling but it wasn’t enough. Just when he was about to say something, to plead, whine and whimper, she used all her strength to push him away from her.

His body stumbled, hitting the nearest object that was right behind him which happened to be a chair… a iron, cold tiny chair that made him hiss as soon his skin made contact with it completely. His hairy pale thighs spread open, twitching due to the coldness of the surface, just like his back that arched in such a pathetic way.

“Fucking told you that I would have tied you down, you wasted your second chance, Dr. Crane” Y/n warned him, murmuring mostly to herself as she started to tie down his limbs, making sure to make a tight knot so that he really couldn't move without her wanting him to.

His heart kept racing, his body was in such a state that it just kept leaning towards Y/n’s every time she moved slightly closer as she fixed the ropes.

The young woman took a step back, admiring silently the desperate and subby state Crane had fallen in, his mouth open as he panted like a wild animal, his body trembling softly as his cock kept twitching and aching for relief.

She took a step forward this time, Jonathan’s eyes fixed on her as his head remained hanging low, he couldn’t tell what she was doing by all that wiggling but he discovered soon since he found himself with her wet thong in his mouth, his spit wetting it even more. She was bare, she was finally bare under the skirt she had on, he thought… his body still and tensed, too afraid to even move a muscle.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, her smaller body towering over his sitting position. Her finger interwoven with his black locks, he could feel her acrylic nails massage teasingly his scalp— it was gentle and carrying.. before she got a better hold on his hair and pulled at them harshly.

“Don’t come too fast, because I won't stop until I finish, got it?” his favourite student warned as she carefully straddled him, her bare wet pussy now pressing against his throbbing leg.

Earning just a choked moan from Crane she started to grind slowly on it, pressing her body closer to his to find the right angle were her clit would have been touched correctly. Their eyes remained locked all the time, even if Jonathan kept occasionally rolling his eyes back because of the pleasure, his gathering spit slowly dripping down on his chest. 

Condoms, Y/n thought quickly, her eyes growing wide as her breath increased “Do you have a condom?” she asked, knowing well that he couldn’t really reply to her with the cloth stuck in his mouth— his eyes just moved, following her movements as she decided to turn around, now her round cheeks gifted him with some relief as she grabbed his pants and started searching for anything there. Condoms, pills, some kind of protection. Finding just a tiny bottle of lube with his initials on it. 

“Oh, you pervert. Bet you use it to jerk yourself of” she mocked, moving back in the straddling position, her hands following the form of his nose, down to his plumpy lips “Guess no relief then, huh” she murmured, watching him carefully. She sure found Dr. Crane attractive and she would have lied if she said that she never had impure thoughts on him or just a need to try and feel how his lips tasted. She could now.

Her eyes remained on his open lips for a couple of seconds before she leaned in, removing harshly her thong from his mouth, earning a meowing sound from Crane, which died down as soon as her lips pressed against his. 

Her tongue entered his mouth easily, making them entwine into a deep and sensual dance, exploring each other's mouths and teasing with delight. Their bodies were more pressed up against each other, her soft hands remained wrapped around his neck to feel his Adam apple bobbing as he gulped.

In that moment of pure passion, something fell from the pocket of her blouse, dropping right on Jonathan’s lower stomach “Guess you have luck by your side today, Professor” Y/n praised as soon as she broke the kiss, watching their split still link them in a hot and sensual way. She moved her hands from his neck and grabbed the condom she had in her pocket without knowing…using her teeth to slowly open it while she grinded her hips against his.

The thong went back in Dr. Crane’s mouth as she stood back up to roll carefully the condom on his thick, long length, watching it wrap perfectly around his size “There we go” she whispered, using the lube she had found to prepare herself before finally sink down in a quick motion on his cock, her tight warm pussy clenching around him like a tight fit. Crane's head dropped down with a hiss at the tight squeeze, just like his jaw, the sensation that came so quick didn't let him time even try and control his imminent first orgasm. It was cruel, mean but Y/n was enjoying every part of it. 

She didn't know how Jonathan managed to not shoot his load, filling up the condom, and signing that way the ending of that all. But he managed, so Y/n started to roll her hips slowly before increasing the speed to hear the pathetic sounds coming out of Crane's bruised mouth. He was moaning with each move, whining whenever she'd squeeze him too hard, or sink her nails in his skin.

She was bouncing, riding him as if he was a wild horse, her thighs pressed against each of his thighs, holding him down while she searched her own peak… not really carrying anymore of Jonathan's state.

”I honestly didn’t expect you to be that big” His student praised with a veiled insult, hissing into his ear. He wasn't even able to respond as the next deep stroke pushed him over the edge, as he cried out pulsing between her velvet-like walls. His hands thrashed, tied up, as the need to grab her hips while he'd fill the condom up with his hot cum. Y/n didn't care, and she kept moving over and over, chasing her own high with head tilted back as the pleasure fully consumed her mind and body. She wasn't even aware of the pace as she kept milking him despite his whiny cries, moving violently on his hypersensitive cock. 

”F-fuck” He spat out, his voice still muffled, saliva dripping down his chin when his eyes rolled into the back of his head. More curses followed after the first that slipped from his lips, his body shaking uncontrollably as he felt the pleasure bult itself in his lower stomach. It was driving violently and forcefully like a train, about to go off the rails and hit him with all his force. The condom being filled for the second time by his seed, she kept going just like his load that kept being spilled without a stop. The amount of cum he could pump just minutes apart would usually impress her, if she wasn't so long gone in the maddening pleasure that his thick girth provided, stretching her out and pushing his way to her g spot with each thrust. 

The pleasure he was giving her was making her slowly reach her own climax, turning her head in a foggy and drunk state of mind when she squeezed her eyes shut, as her cunt clenched down on his member, making it impossible to thrust despite the overflowing fluids splashing between them as she reached her peak, shaking and crying out as her muscles gone fully numb for a moment from the powerful orgasm that made her nearly squirt. 

Only then did she realise that Crane was cumming as well, again, and she wouldn't care a bit, if it wasn't for the… thick, sticky fluid dripping down her thigh. Y/n’s eyes widened at the sensation, and she jumped off of him faster than she would ever anticipate, earning a loud strucked whimper from her professor. 

“Look at what you did!” she yelled, a bit panicked from the situation she was in, his seed still dripping down her thighs even when she tried to push it out. Staring at his engorged cock, that was still twitching. Red and wet, laying on his thigh even though it was still very much hard. The condom that she previously put on him, now with a giant hole, halfway down his dick.

The role switched, now Crane was the one with tearful eyes and she was the one furious with him. What was she supposed to do? She thought to herself, cleaning her dripping pussy with the nearest cloth before meeting Jonathan’s icy eyes. He caused it… so it was only fair that he found a solution to that, just like she did earlier for her mistake. 

After a deep breath the student moved closer to her professor, freeing him from his restrictions which made his pale freckled skin a bit sore and bruised, just before taking a step back “You need to find a solution for the mess yo—” she stopped mid sentence with a gasp, and his big slender hands grabbed her roughly, pushing her towards the white table. 

He didn't hesitate, and his moves weren't thoroughly measured or rational, like his usual way to think and act. He was an.. animal with a fire in his baby blue eyes, as he smashed her down onto the desk, dropping test tubes and vials onto the ground. 

Bent in half, Y/n couldn't do much besides reaching back to push him away in desperation, but it didn't help much as he twisted her arm, pushing it down while kicking her legs open, relentless in his motives.

”Shut up” He hissed out while reaching down to her heat, pushing his two fingers in as he checked how wet she was. Feeling his own cum leaking out of her, he grinned in the mischievous way, feeling how his veins were still on fire. 

Pushing her head down into the desk, he kept her quiet while his big hand tangled into her soft hair. Without any further notice, he lined up the pulsing tip of his hard cock with her tight pussy, groaning loudly at the choked gasp that pushed past her lips as he filled her up. 

”N-no!” She squealed while wiggling her hips to the side, struggling but still attempting to get away from him. ”I’m not on the pill!” 

Crane's hand fell near her face, patting it mockingly before he shoved two fingers into her mouth, silencing her successfully. 

”Shhhhh” He cooed with a grin, before he snapped his hips forwards making her cry out with him as his fat cock hit her cervix suddenly. She stopped moving as soon as the pain set in, and seeing it, Crane repeated his move laughing out when she squealed. The aphrodisiac was slowly wearing out, and he was more than happy to give her a lesson for teasing him.

“Fuckin’ take it” Jonathan murmured breathless, pressing his body against her back to keep her still while thrusting again before shooting more inside of her cunt, still moving as he groaned, biting her shoulder as he pumped some more of his semen into her. 

Her body moved almost automatically as she hit his ribs with her elbow, catching him off guard and that way free herself a bit… enough that she could turn around to face him fully, her hand flying towards his face, slapping him across the face with the back of her hand. It didn’t really go like she was expecting, Jonathan just answered with a lustful moan and his hand moved roughly to her neck, taking a hold of it. Just resting at the beginning, as his pace picked up on a speed, his long fingers wrapped around her slim throat, squeezing it as he cut off the airflow while his hips slammed wildly against hers, leaving red marks. Her own hands kept fighting him as best she could, till the pace increased, allowing her just to scratch, claw and dig her fingernails in his pale skin, her eyes rolling back as his fat cock kept abusing her sweet spots without any kind of mercy. 

They both were panting, their heartbeat beating like crazy in their chests and they both could hear it since Crane leaned closer, resting his sticky sweaty forehead against hers, breathing with his mouth against her lips— leaning roughly down a couple of seconds later to claim a feverish kiss. He stole Y/n’s much needed air and made her squirm more, even though she reciprocated the kiss, biting down harshly on his bottom lip drawing blood from it, which wet her own lips before dropping a bit on her flushed face as soon as Jonathan leaned back with a desperate whimper of pure, raw lust.

”Going to… to cum” He breathed out, his tone was back to the low one, filled with authority and dominance almost the same as the one he used during his lectures. If she could, she'd roll her eyes at the way he was back to being a cocky, commanding bastard... if it wasn't for the massive cock splitting her nearly in half. Her right hand moved away from him, diving down where they were connected to gather some of their arousal and rub her clit in quick motion, increasing the speed just in time. Her pussy clenched around his cock as her body spasmed softly because of the orgasm that just hit her whole body, she could feel Jonathan’s seminal fluid spill out of her cunt and slowly down on her ass and lab table.

It all stilled, their breathing was the only noise in that empty room “Y-Yo…Your conference, Dr. C-Crane” she reminded him breathless as she held back loud sobs caused by the pleasure and all the emotions that filled her smaller body.

Breathing deeply, he leaned back while running a hand through his hair as he chuckled. 

”Right. The Conference.”

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𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 |𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | 𝟷𝟾+, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗, 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛!𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 | 𝟽𝟺𝟹 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

When you first met Jonathan Crane, you did not expect for him to be the reason you would be fighting for your sanity. You have been dating Jonathan for a few months now, your relationship shrouded in a certain mystery that seemed to surround him. You knew he had a peculiar interest in fear, studying it’s effects on people’s minds with an almost obsessive dedication. Despite your closeness, he had managed to keep his Scarecrow activities hidden from you.

Your paths had crossed in the chaos of Gotham City. You, a determined reporter, had been working on the Raymond Falcons case, delving deep into the criminal underbelly of the city. It was during this investigation that you first met Jonathan. He was a professor at a local university, offering insights into the psychology of fear and the criminal mind.

Your conversations started as interviews, but they quickly evolved into something more. There was an undeniable connection between you, a shared passion for unraveling the mysteries of the human psyche. As you delved deeper into your investigation, he became your confidant, a safe haven in a world teetering on the edge of darkness.

Back to that fateful night when fear took hold of him, his own vulnerability sparking something within you. You awoke with a start, the air around you thick with a suffocating sense of dread. And there he was, Scarecrow, his presence looming over you like a nightmare come to life.

"N-No... What...?" Your voice trembled as you struggled to comprehend the surreal scene before you.

His eerie, distorted chuckle sent shivers down your spine. "I couldn’t help but watch from afar. The peace in your body as you investigate crimes in Gotham. I’ve seen you, Y/N. You show no fear and that makes me intrigued. Fear, my dear, is a powerful tool. And tonight, you'll understand its true nature."

Panic surged through your veins as he exposed you to his fear toxin. It was as if the world around you twisted and warped, reality giving way to the darkest corners of your mind. Images of your worst nightmares began to flash before your eyes, an onslaught of terror and despair.

"No, stop! This isn't real!" You cried out, your voice quivering with raw fear.

But his voice, chilling and intoxicating, echoed in your ears. "Fear is the reality we choose to embrace. Embrace it, Y/N. Show me what’s hiding in that peaceful head of yours!"

The room seemed to close in around you, shadows morphing into grotesque figures. Your breath came in ragged gasps as the images intensified, your heart pounding as if it might burst from your chest.

The fear of being abandoned surged within you, a tidal wave of raw emotion. Memories of past hurts, moments of feeling alone and unwanted, all converged into a torrent of anguish. The faces of loved ones fading away, leaving you in darkness.

"Please, no more!" You screamed, your voice cracking as the weight of your terrors pressed down upon you. "Jonathan, no! Don’t go!"

Watching the fear curse through your body, something snapped inside of Jonathan. Your body lay before him, converged in sweat and tears and tried to scramble out of the shadows of your fear. Jonathan became aware of your fear, however he became aware of his presence in your life.

A raw connection, an unbreakable bond, a gift of love. This was not how Jonathan wanted to hear the confession, but his sinister actions got the best of him. Aware of the current actions, Jonathan felt useless to try and calm you down. He had to let it run its course.

The sounds of your cries, screams and the sight of your body trembling with fear made Jonathan remorseful. Jonathan pulled off the Scarecrow mask, gripping it tightly in his hands. The material felt heavy, his own fear and obsession weighing it down with sorrow.

As the toxin's grip began to loosen, you found yourself shivering, trembling not just from the aftereffects of the toxin but from the rawness of the emotions it had dredged up. And then you saw him – Jonathan, no longer Scarecrow, but a broken man before you.

Tears streaked down his face, his hands trembling as he clutched the mask that represented his alter ego. In that moment, your fear transformed into a profound understanding. You saw the man behind the mask, the vulnerability he had always hidden, and the pain he carried.

Upon hearing your shuffling against the bedsheets, Jonathan turned to face yours. " Y/N… I-"

"Why did you do this to me?" You felt betrayed, hurt, but in all emotion, you felt fearful.

"I never meant... I didn't want you to experience this. I wanted to understand, to know why you're different. But I never wanted to hurt you like this."

Seeing Jonathan in this state was foreign to you. Looking into his glossy eyes, you saw raw feeling, the real Jonathan.

Tentatively, you reached out to him, your fingers brushing against his tear-stained cheek. "Jonathan," you murmured, your voice filled with compassion. "We both have our fears. I didn’t want you to know mine because I fear of losing those important to me. You are important to me, Jonathan.”

His gaze met yours, a mixture of relief and contentment in his eyes. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. I brought this upon you."

Your fingers found their way to his lips, silencing his self-blame. "We're all haunted by something. What matters is how we choose to confront those demons."

His voice cracked as he spoke, his vulnerability laid bare. "I never meant for you to see this side of me. I never wanted to lose you."

The weight of remorse bore down on him as he realised the extent of what he had done. He had brought your deepest fears to life, subjected you to the torment he himself had inflicted on others. As you trembled before him, his heart shattered, the pieces scattering at his feet.

But forgiveness was not an immediate gift. Fear still lingered in your eyes, and his self-doubt was palpable. The days that followed were heavy with the weight of what had transpired. There were moments of silence, when unspoken apologies hung in the air, and moments of distance, when you both grappled with your own insecurities.

It was a slow journey, navigating the landscape of your emotions. You were fearful of him, of the darkness he could tap into. He was fearful of himself, of the damage he had inflicted upon you. Yet through it all, the connection you shared acted as a guiding light.

Finally, after weeks of uncertainty and soul-searching, the moment of forgiveness arrived. It was a quiet night, a gentle breeze rustling the curtains. You sat together, the weight of your experiences hanging between you. And then, he spoke.

"Y/N, I can never erase what I've done, the fear I've subjected you to. But I want you to know that I'm truly sorry, that I never wanted to hurt you."

Your gaze met his, the wall between you crumbling. "And I'm sorry for shutting you out, for not fully understanding what you were going through."

He reached for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "We both have our fears, Y/N. But I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to protect you from them."

A tear glistened in your eye as you looked at him, the connection between you growing stronger. "And I promise to face my fears, as long as we face them together."

It wasn't an easy path forward, but through shared moments of vulnerability, you learned to trust each other on a level that transcended the surface. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, your bond only grew stronger, grounded in the understanding that fear could either tear you apart or bring you closer together.

With time, you both found solace in each other's arms, knowing that you were no longer alone in your struggles. And as the nights grew quieter, the darkness no longer held the same terrors it once did, for you had each other to chase away the shadows.

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Give us thigh riding with Cill or Tommy, please 🙏🏻😮‍💨

Thank you nonny for this wonderful request <3

Lazy Sundays || Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: Smut, thigh riding, cursing, sort of exhibitionism (Cillian is on the phone while... reader rides his thigh), choking, Cillian being a little rough with reader, degradation, general adult content!!

18+ Minors DNI

The sun had barely risen when you woke up, and Cillian was nowhere to be found, which was unlike him so early in the morning. You frowned as you sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes, and softly slipped out of bed to find your husband.

You found him at the bottom of the stairs, grumbling on the phone with someone. You assumed it was something work-related. You quietly padded down the stairs and sat down next to him with a gentle smile, still incredibly sleepy and wanting to go back to bed.

"Hey baby," He mouthed to you silently before grumbling something back to whoever was on the phone was. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling you into his side. You curled around his arm and nuzzled your face into his soft sleeve. "Thanks, Gary... bye, mate." Cillian muttered before hanging up the phone.

"Cillian..." You whispered with a pout. "Let's go back to bed... you promised a lazy Sunday today... and it's too early..." You winged.

"Sleepy girl," He chuckled breathily, leaning in and pecking you on the lips. You hummed happily at the little sliver of love he gave you. "Come on, darling... let's go back to bed." He extended a hand out to you as he stood up and you took it gratefully as you yawned dramatically.

Cillian gave you a gentle smack on your ass as you crawled into bed. "Why'd you do that?!" You whined.

"'Cause I can," He snickered, pulling the both of you under the covers and pulling you close to him, conveniently placing his thigh right in between your legs. "You're so beautiful." His voice was low and gravelly; he was still quite groggy from how early it was in the morning, and the low vibrations made you feel so fucking dizzy.

"Cillian..." You whispered as he slipped off his long sleeve shirt and ushered you to take yours off too.

"Morning sex?" Cillian asked as if you would say no. "Please, baby? Fuckin' had the nicest dream about you last night."

"Oh, yeah?" You grinned, the both of you fully topless and Cillian's thumbs rolling easy circles on your exposed nipples. "What happened in it-"

RING! RING!

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Cillian groaned, reluctantly pulling away from you slightly to reach over to his phone that lie on the bedside table. "It's from the same bloke... he's tryin' to arrange a time for an interview." You whined as he started to get out of bed.

"No... stay..." You clung onto him, digging your fingernails into his biceps. "I'll be good... I promise..." You gave him those eyes you knew he couldn't deny.

"Alright, just be quiet..." He said cautiously, laying back down as he brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, Gary... what's up? Somethin' wrong?"

As you zoned out of the conversation, scooting yourself slightly closer to Cillian, trying your best to seem as casual as possible. Cillian hummed as he discussed a time and place and chatted on the phone, not paying mind to the fact your thinly-clothed cunt was beginning to slowly grind itself on his thigh. Biting your lip, keeping in your whines as you looked up at Cillian, feeling incredibly flustered by how nice his thigh felt against your clit. You noticed the stubble that accumulated along his picture-perfect jaw and rolled your eyes into the back of your head as you found the perfect rhythm. He was so perfect; every part of him fit perfectly with you... or inside of you. No one else's thigh could get you off the way his do.

It took Cillian a few moments to realize what was happening, and by then, it was too late to stop you. He raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. You knew he couldn't say anything, which made you smirk. He could just push you off of him, and you'd stop, yet here you were, shuddering with pleasure as he flexed his thigh precisely to enhance the pleasure you were feeling. He kept talking nonchalantly, acting as if his hot wife wasn't fucking herself on his leg, acting as if he didn't have a raging boner that was begging to be touched. The man on the other end of the phone had not even the slightest clue that there was anyone else even in the room with Cillian.

"Sounds good," Cillian hummed. "Alright, yeah... see you then." And when he tossed his phone to the side (not before turning it completely off), he looked at you with a fire blazing in his eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I... don't know... what... you're talking about..." You said through tiny gasps.

"Yeah?" He quipped as he jolted his thigh right up into your pussy, causing you to let out a loud mewl. "Why the fuck is there a wet patch on me leg then? Hmmm?"

"Don't know... Cillian..."

He shook his head in disbelief before curling his fingers around your throat and pushing you down into the sheets until he was hovering above you, his hand still choking you firmly. "Such a spoilt whore," Cillian growled as he slipped your soaking panties down until you were entirely bare before him. "You couldn't even wait five minutes for me to get off the bloody phone."

"J-Just... I'm so horny..." You whined, voice high pitched, and your body writhed for any sort of touch as he held your thighs open. Your glistening hole was on display for him. It felt shameful and humiliating the way he was looking at you. Despite the fact he had seen you in every angle there was to be seen and had seen your vagina countless times, it still felt painfully vulnerable when he had you spread out like this. "Please..."

"I know," He soothed, running a finger down the smooth skin of your inner thighs. "You just can't help it..." He cooed, and you smiled at how sweet he was being. "Y'just so dumb and pathetic, aren't you? Can't think about anything except gettin' fucked when I'm around... know you can't help it, yer just a girl..." He whispered into your ear, and you were revelling in his words and gentleness until he placed a harsh and hard smack right on your poor clit.

"Fuck!" You cried, arching your back. "Why'd you do that?!"

"Don't pretend to be innocent, Y/N," Cillian muttered as he switched the position so you were straddled on top of his thigh. "Go on, ride my thigh." He demanded.

"But..." You slid your hands up his other thigh to where his cock fought with his trousers to be free. "I want you... inside of me..." "Too bad, eh?" Cillian smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yer not getting any help either, gonna have to do it all yourself... like a big girl." Cillian leaned back, a smug grin on his hauntingly beautiful face.

So slowly, feeling awfully embarrassed, you pressed your naked sex against his hairy thigh and began rocking yourself in slow motions. You closed your eyes, holding onto Cillian's waist for balance as you picked up the pace, moaning desperately for release.

"Look at the mess you're making," Cillian scolded with a 'tsk tsk', eyes fixed on the way you rubbed yourself on his thigh. "Gushin' all over me leg, you look so cute."

"Let me cum on your thigh..." You whined quietly, head hung low with shame as you felt your impending high coming closer and closer. "Please." "You're gonna cum already?" Cillian laughed condescendingly. "Go on then, give me a show."

You nodded and mumbled a sweet little 'thank you' before grounding your pussy even harder and faster into his sticky thigh until you found yourself trembling on top of him. His hands now reached out to you, guiding your hips along for you while you let yourself be swallowed whole by your orgasm. He knew you were too limp to do it yourself and even once you were done he kept rocking you back and forth with his hands, moving you like a puppet until you were begging for him to stop.

"Please... Cillian..." You cried, trying to raise your hips up to stop the torturous friction. "Please... it's too much." "Nuh-uh... want one more from ya... then I'll consider giving you my cock."

You squeezed your thighs tightly around his, clit aching from the sore friction and how overstimulating it was. Cillian was mesmerized by the way you looked, too busy watching the way his thigh grew wetter and wetter and the way your hips looked in his hands. It was the most beautiful sight to be seen... and with the added sound of your sweet moans of his name... he felt like he could cream his pants without even laying a hand on his cock.

"That's it, angel girl," He praised, bucking his thigh up into you harshly. "You look so pretty, so perfect, getting me all wet."

"Gonna cum... again..." You choked out, eyelids squeezed shut as you began convulsing.

"There we go, give it to me," He cooed, voice low and intoxicating. "Fuckin' hell," He could feel your cum leak out onto his thigh, it was almost a bit ridiculous how wet you got from him and how much of a mess you made. "Good girl... good girl... that's right."

You collapsed on top of him once he finally set you free. You panted, crawling up so your head was by his, and you kissed him gently. "Thank you... thank you... Cillian..." You whispered, all dazed and sleepy since it was still early in the morning.

"Not done with you yet," Cillian whispered, running his lips along your sensitive neck. "I think you've been good enough for a treat."

Your ears perked up at that and suddenly your eyes were no longer drooping. You sat up like an excited dog and looked at him with your head tilted. "What is it?"

"Gonna let you suck me cock," He grunted, slipping the band of his Calvin Klein briefs down until his hard cock laid flat on his stomach, oozing precum from his pinkish head. Your lips parted as you drooled at the sight and wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft. You were practically making heart eyes at it. "Don't act all shy on me now, love... go on... I know you know how to suck me off... now go on and do it, and I'll cum down your pretty throat."

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i listened to cry by cigarettes after sex on repeat while listening to this. i hope you enjoyed! it's short but i like it :-)

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How would the rouges (like BM, TF, Penguin, Scarecrow) feel about an S/O who loves plushies, and, owns a GIGANTIC plush of a mascot character they like (Sanrio) and sleeps with it in bed when the rouges are busy late night doing crime?

Bonus: If they had a plush made in their own image later on, like imagine a tiny Scarecrow or Black Mask plush 😭😭, and, sleeps with it in bed when they're out instead

Black Mask: if the gigantic plushie stayed out of his sight, he could live with it. What he couldn't deal with was the life size plushie of himself you were cuddling in bed with when he got home from the club. At first he freaked thinking it was another man in his bed until he turned on the light...and promptly wished he found another man in his bed when he realised what you were cuddling. "Darling I'm going to have to ask who made that for you so that I can kill them." You didn't give away anything and Roman was too tired for now and would drop it until the morning. "Well get it off the bed, I'm here now." Roman stripped and got into bed thinking you'd comply only to find you still cuddling the plushie of him. "Come on, you have the real thing!"

Scarecrow: Jonathan stared at the gigantic stuffed toy on the bed and said ine sentence. "And where are we going to sleep?" It's very difficult to surprise him, and seemingly, he wasn't phased by it. Although in the end didnt let you keep it saying it was completely ridiculous to keep thar in any home and made you get rid of it. However, when he came home to you hugging a plushie of himself- you seemed to actually catch him off guard. "What on earth? How did you even get that?" Jonathan was bewildered at how you were spooning the plushie of himself. It didn't help when you gave a vague answer of "I have my ways." Then you justified it because "He wasn't home much."

Penguin: He had came home late from the Iceberg Lounge when he found you curled up in bed with a tiny plushie version of him. "...I knew this day would come." Oswald sighed rather amused but at the same time a little disturbed. "Sweetheart, remember when i said having that gigantic chipmunk taking half of my bed was too much? This is worse. Don't get me wrong, your taste is excellent but this is too much."

Two-Face: Harvey practically forced his alter into silence so Harv' wouldn't lose his shit at the giant plushie but eventually Harv' won, insisting it wasnt staying which the two later regretted when they saw you now had a plushie of them. "You know I always asked myself when I'd draw the line but here it is. This is where I draw the line." Harvey nodded to himself. "What the hell?" After a moment Harv' spoke. "Good thing there are two of us...we're gonna need the advantage in numbers with this one."

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[stryshttu]

baby wake up, my new scriddler oneshot + dad scarecrow with arkham knight just dropped !!!!!!!

SAFE FOR WORK 💌 just cringe humor

#jonathan crane #edward nygma #riddler #scarecrow #scriddler #riddlecrow #arkhamverse #arkham knight #jason todd #scriddlerfanfic #fanfic #ao3 link #oneshot

[anitalenia]

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓 / 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒆 / 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 / 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔.

#𓍯꒷ 𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐕𝐄 ﾉ ◝ ̨⊹ #batman #batman fic #batman oneshot #catwoman x batman #the batman #batman fanfic #batman imagine #batman x reader #dc universe #dcverse #bale batman x reader #christian bale #bale batman #bale batman fic #battinson imagine #battinson one shot #battinson fic #battinson x reader #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow dc #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow fanfic #cillian murphy

[missjadesfics]

Cillian Murphy

Coming soon

Characters

Jonathan Crane | Scarecrow

J Robert Oppenheimer

Thomas Shelby

Coming soon

None yet

#thomas shelby #cillian murphy #oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer #jonathan crane #dc #oneshots #smut #fluff #headcanons

[skeetlebeetle]

ok wait i actually rlly like this line from a scriddler drabble i wrote a year back. riddler says it:

Riddles only manipulate the brains of those who give them thought. Those people are either smart enough to answer them but dumb enough to enjoy their frivolity or simple idiots who can't understand the question…

then scarecrow proceeds 2 point out that riddler also likes riddles and then he gets all indignant like NO i like riddles 4 a different reason!!!! it’s different cuz i’m smart!!!!!! it’s so silly

#batman #scriddler #scarecrow #riddler #edward nygma #jonathan crane #the full drabble is posted on my wattpad - batman oneshot book - and on my ao3 (maybe?? it should be called ‘schemers’ if it’s on there) #i don’t recommend u read any of the other oneshots in that wattpad book tho they’re all p shitty and the art does not represent how #i think of the characters or how i draw n e more

[mrsedwardnygma]

HEY YOU!!!

dO yOu LiKe To SiMp OvEr BaTmAn ViLlAiNs???

Well here are links to quizzes and fanfics I made on Quotev:

A quiz about Jonathan Crane with one shots as results. (I also have one for the Riddler)

A self explanatory quiz

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST MY LOVELY FANFIC. there are three chapters with more to come.

I also have a bunch more quizzes

🙂

#batman villains #batman villain fanfic #dc fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #roman sionis #black mask #roman sionis x you #roman sionis x reader #black mask x reader #personality quiz #edward nygma #the riddler #the scarecrow #oneshot #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #gotham

[march-harrigan]

DK Scarecrow crush got hit with fear toxin but instead of being scared it made her … oddly affectionate. Hugs him, rubs her head on his neck and has a goofy smile.

Hey! Sorry this one took so long! I wanted to make up a hopefully fun reason that the toxin would affect the reader differently. I ultimately settled on reader being an alien. Something akin to John Carpenter's "The Thing" but... You know, friendlier.

Hope you like it!

Extraterrestrial physiology was a strange thing. Some weren't all too different from humans, or even some of Earth's other creatures. Some rested in between. Similar in some ways, but unique from Earthly lifeforms in others(Superman would make for the perfect example of this). And then there were those that were just something else entirely.

Jonathan Crane was aware of this fact, although he'd done no research into the subject himself. Despite the fact that he'd been dating one for the last year now. You, to be specific. Or maybe it was because the only alien he had access to was the one he loved. He was willing to bank on you being the 'something else' variety given your true form. An odd mass of a creature that could perfectly imitate the form of any other lifeform you chose(although for the sake of your life on Earth, you typically stuck to your human disguise). Jon wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't curious what effects his fear toxin might have on such a creature. But he never tested it. Not on you. Never on you.

But accidents were bound to happen from time to time. And whether he liked it or not, your proximity to him would eventually put you at risk.

He hadn't expected you that night when something went wrong with the bunsen burner. The flame turned up higher than it should have, and before he could put it out, the glass he had been working with overheated. Fortunately, Jon always took the proper safety measures when working in the lab. When creating a gas that attacked your psyche with your deepest fears, wearing a gas mask was just common sense. He was safe. But you weren't.

You'd been approaching from behind when the glass shattered, the overheated toxin having already evaporated into its gaseous form inside the beaker. As soon as it was unleashed, you got an unintentional whiff of the stuff, and with a loud squeak, you now stood stiff behind Jonathan. He turned, eyes wide as horror dawned at him at the realization of what had just occurred. You had inhaled his toxin, and now he was going to see its effects on your unique physiology whether he liked it or not. Not knowing what else to do, he took your hands in his and lead you a safe distance from the worktable. He couldn't undo what had been done, but he could prevent you from taking an even higher dose.

Removing his mask, he whispered your name. "Please… Say something. Tell me you're okay." Concern laced his tone as he gently took your face into both hands. For once, he was the one who was terrified. He had no idea what effect his toxin would have on you. And if it all went wrong, if it went downhill too quickly, he had no way of fixing it. No way of saving you.

And then you laughed.

Horror turned to surprise as your lips met his. A quick light kiss followed by a stunned blink from him. He repeated your name, this time like it was a question. And before he knew it, you were hugging him. Not just hugging, but embracing, tighter than you ever had before with a big, silly grin on your face. He breathed out before questioning you again. "You're… Are you okay, angel? You had me worried!"

"Oh Jonny, I've never felt better," you giggled, keeping your arms firmly laced around him. He couldn't help but feel that you were being excessively affectionate. Even for you. And when you peppered his face with several more kisses, it confirmed his suspicions. His toxin, designed to instill terror had instead left you utterly enamoured. This was a concern in and of itself, but he supposed that of all the possibilities, this was far from the worst case scenario. At the very least, you were alive and safely with him.

"Let's get you to the couch," he sighed, lifting you up. He may not have looked it, but he was at least strong enough to carry you that distance. As he walked you over, he couldn't help but chuckle as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and hummed contentedly. Batting your eyelashes at him, you smiled and asked, "Will you stay and snuggle with me, Crow?"

"I suppose there's no harm in it." Setting you down on the couch, he sat next to you. If all you wanted was to cuddle, then that was fine. He'd hold your hand and let you hug and nuzzle to your heart's content, until you were relaxed enough to drift off. With luck, you'd sleep it off. If not, he was sure he could create an antidote. For your sake, he'd get you back to your still lovable, but not quite as love drunk self.

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #murphycrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #murphycrow x reader #dark knight trilogy #nolanverse #drabble #oneshot

[your-nanas-house]

erm methinks the reader snaps and k words someone and jonathan finds it hot and just nasty smut after the fact like these ppl are freaks!

Love it, baby!!! 💓

Not so innocent after all

◇ Pairing: Psychiatrist!Jonathan Crane x patient fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dry humping, Jonathan being a sick perv, bad writing, DUB-CON, him rubbing Y/n's clit, murder, asylum, bad guards, innocent reader

◇ Summary: Jonathan's favorite patient acts out and he finds it quite arousing.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Jonathan was busy in his office, focused on some papers he had to fill out about his patients when fast and violent knocks were heard from his door, which flew open before hitting the wall behind it creating even more noise.

"Dr. Crane, a patient of yours is misbehaving" a guard quickly informed him, a bit allarmed, thing that Jonathan didn't understand at all since this things happened normally in the asylum— that's why his focus remained on the sheets, his voice calm and not really interested

"Really now?" He asked, looking at the guard just when he shared the number of the patient.

It sounded pretty weird for him, since the patient associated with that number was a young woman that he started to work with nearly 2 years ago and who was one of the most calm and quiet inmates that he ever met.

Jonathan put the notebook down, thinking on alll the possibilities that could have made his favourite patient act up.

It hadn't happened not even once in all the years she'd been locked up there.

"Where is she?" Joanthan asked the guards sounding slight concern

"They are in the cafeteria" one of the guards quickly replied, accepting to escort him there together with his colleague.

As soon as they arrived they quickly rushed inside to help the other guards to try to stop her from attacking the almost death inmate on the floor— but when Jonathan indicated them to move away with his hands they all made some space for him so that he could intervene.

Crane hurried after taking mental notes of her behaviour.

His voice was calm as he spoke and approached his patient

"Hey, hey, hey....Y/n" he whispered, grabbing in a quick motion the patient’s arms, pulling them away from the inmate with ease, blocking them behind her back.

She was panting heavily, her body kept trying to squirm away from the grip as if she was a caged animal— Jonathan kept her there though, flat against the cold floor as he whispered thing in a calming way, till she started to relax.

Her whole body got still, her breath became slower when Jonathan's hand moved to her hair to stroke it softly, his hips pressing flat against her ass providing little friction to his painful boner which he weirdly got as soon as he saw her kill that man.

"Sshh, that's a good girl" Jonathan whispered, letting her slowly go when he noticed that she was fully calm

"I bring you to you room, come" he helped her up and started to walk out with the guards, followed by Y/n who was walking cutely, her head low as her hand grabbed Jonathan's.

As soon as they reached the cell, Dr. Crane made sure that they would have been alone, no guards, no inmates or anyone else— just him and her.

This way he could let out the urges he was keeping inside without any problems.

His icy stare remained on Y/n as he waved elegantly his hand towards the three guards that escorted them, looking at them briefly just to be able to manipulate and convince them that nothing was wrong and he could be trusted alone with Y/n, he wouldn't be in any danger— after all he knew better than anyone else his own patients.

It didn't took much to make the guards leave, but Jonathan waited a couple of minutes to make sure that they were really alone, before entering the cell and closing carefully the iron door behind him.

Y/n was giving him her back, since she was trying to go back to her comfort zone— thing that became quite difficult as soon as she felt the manly hand of her psychiatrist cover her mouth, his slender fingers pressing painfully against the soft skin of her cheeks.

Her body completely froze in shock and worry, she didn't dare to fight or say anything since all the bells that should have rang in her head to alert her of danger weren't working since she started to take the meds that Jonathan prescribed her.

Deep down Y/n knew that it was wrong, even if it felt nice— even if the smoothing and low voice of Dr. Crane kept whispering in her ear that everything was alright, that she was safe with him and that she could relax— she really could relax since it felt so good.

His pale slender fingers rubbing against her clothed clint like she imagined many times before, in the dark of her cell as she dry humped her own pillow like the naughty and needy girl that she was— she could also feel his now bare cock rubbing against her from behind.

Y/n, now laying down on her bed, was resting her head on her arms as Jonathan lowered in a quick motion her Arkham asylum uniform pants, to reveal her innocent white panties to him.

His finger didn't stopped rubbing against her tiny nerve, not even when he pulled slightly up her underwear to show more of her round firm ass so that he could now rest his leaking and rock hard cock between her cheeks— humping her like an animal in heat.

"Such a good girl, darling" Dr. Crane praised, moving his hand inside her panties to check her wetness like the perv he was being, spreading it back up on her clit to rub tiny circles in a faster pace— his hips still moving fast as he tried to reach his own peak while he bit his bottom lip, hearing the small noises she was making under him.

It didn't take him much, a couple of thrusts and he was shooting his load, with a low moan and small praises, all over her back and ass, wetting her cute panties with his seed.

Fuck, he needed her to act out more often, he thought.

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[omnipotentfool]

One shots and Headcannons Open!

I'm now in a much better mental state and with that I’m re-opening One-shots and Head-cannons! These include platonic and romantic for:

- Villianous

- Batman (With the exception of joker)

- Resident Evil 8

- The Labrinth

- House Md

What Im open to do:

- Lime

- XReader/OC

- Most cannon x cannon

What I will not do:

- Underage

-  Non con

- Romantic 5.0.5

#headcannons #request #oneshot #villianous #xreader #s/o #black hat #demencia #dr. flug #batman #Rouges Gallery #Jonathan Crane #bruce wayne #The Riddler #resident evil 8 #Lady Dimitrescu #the labrynth #jareth the goblin king #house md

[lucio-morgasson-husband]

I have a lot of inspiration so you can order anything to create my list.

Any request will be well received, but there are exceptions.

•No pedophilia or incest.

It can be any actor/character.

#actor x reader #imagine #oneshot #jonathan crane x reader #crispin glover #cillian murphy x y/n

[like-rain-or-confetti]

The wrath of Jonathan Crane

WARNING: I cant find the warnings so this has MATURE, DARK CONTENT. There are themes of mental health/illness, mentions of suicide and grief. DO NOT READ if these themes will cause any triggers and/or distress.

Edward walked Jonathan to Jonathan's front door. Jonathan's expression empty as he turned the keys. "Are you going to be okay? I can stay if you need some company." Jonathan shook his head with a smile. "I'll be absolutely fine, Edward. Thank you for the concern." Jonathan replied. Edward nodded. "Well, if you need us at any time, pick up the phone. Any time." "Thanks." Jonathan replied. "Thank everyone for coming, please?" Jonathan asked. "Of course. Although i think we all know and were honoured to be there." Edward responded. Edward squeezed Jonathan's shoulder comfortingly before turning back towards the car in which Harvey waited in the drivers seat. He raised his hand to Jonathan who sent him a nod.

Jonathan turned closing the door behind him. The lights off, the house silent. Without warning, Jonathan threw his keys against the wall. They clattered to the ground but Jonathan simply walked into the kitchen shrugging off his coat and tossing it onto the nearby couch. A major difference to his usual routine of hanging up his jacket.

That night he stared at the empty side of the bed. Your side. It was cold and as Jonathan ran his hand along the sheets, he felt a lump in his throat. His wedding ring, glinted in the moonlight that peeked between the curtains.

A week later he changed the bed sheets. Taking your pillow cases and sealing them into a bag before putting them in a closet. He purposefully avoided looking at your clothes. He knew the time was coming to do something with your things. Pictures of you were scattered around the place. Atleast one in every room. It kept the feeling of you being around alive. Even if you weren't. Eventually, Jonathan stopped avoiding it and called Harley.

"I considered getting help from Edward until I remembered he was Edward and I'm not in the mood to hear how his royal highness has better things to do." Jonathan said flatly and Harley giggled as she stepped by him and into the apartment. Jonathan led Harley to his bedroom. Harley caught sight of the picture of you and Jonathan at his bedside. One of many wedding pictures. She smiled as she moved closer bending down slightly to get a better view. "I've never seen you so happy than I did on your wedding day, Jonny." Harley smiled at the picture. "That's because that was the happiest day of my life, Harley." Jonathan replied turning to the dressers. "If you want anything of theirs or think someone else would. Go ahead and take it. Better start with that." Jonathan told her. "Maybe we should start with what you want to keep, Jonathan." She suggested. "I don't know if I could Harley." Jonathan replied. "I can't decide if it's too painful to part with their stuff or keep it." Jonathan looked to the ground. "Hey," Harley moved to his side. "We're in this together. One piece at a time." She said gently. "Now, let's call Ed. He's the tech guy. He'll get their photos and anything else that are good memories. If he squeals then I'll kick the shit out of him for you." She finished and Jonathan hummed in amusement. "Much obliged." Jonathan looked down at his wedding ring. He wasn't really certain what to do with it. Harley noticed. "You know you don't have to get rid of that." Harley nodded to his wedding ring. "Lots of people keep them." "I know." Jonathan replied. "I told many patients that very same thing. I never understood it. It was just a bit of jewellery yet here I am now...I don't even so much stomach the thought of taking it off." "So keep it on."Harley shrugged. "Your heart still belongs to (Y/N)." "Nothing will ever change that." He shot her a smile. "So that's it then. If you want to wear that ring for the rest of your life then you do it!" She said.

It wasn't often when some of Gotham's criminals were all in the same room. However, the Bat had that ability to bring them together. Although very few could understand why they were meeting Victor Fries. Until Oswald pocketed something Victor held out of him. Ironically, the room was always icy when Victor Fries was around. Many with common sense walked on egg shells around him. Even Jonathan was careful with his responses. Although since you died, Jonathan didn't have the energy or patience to do such a thing. Naturally, all Victor was interested in was Nora. Jonathan spoke up making everyone on edge and stiff. "How long were you and Nora married? Before her condition that is." Jonathan asked. Asking Victor about his wife was dangerous territory. She was off limits and his only ambition was to save her. This often meant bad news for any who so much mentioned her. Fries considered the fellow criminals unworthy of even uttering her name. "Fourteen years." Victor replied, his gaze narrowing on Jonathan. Jonathan nodded the side of his lips curled into a small smile seemingly at the thought. "I didn't get that long." Jonathan remarked. He smiled but it was a bitter one. His tone daring anyone to utter so much of one wrong word. No one said a word. You and Jonathan had been married for nearly three years. The mark a mere three months away.Now, no one was really certain who to be more wary about Victor or Jonathan. "My deepest condolences, Dr Crane." Victor spoke with a monotone voice. Jonathan didn't respond and simply turned away.

Later that night, Jonathan felt the loneliness more than he had before. You absence was in the very air he breathed and couldn't be evaded. The living room was dark, illuminated only by the TV. Jonathan sat on the couch, a glass of red wine in hand. Your wedding video played. It had been you that was eager for a wedding video. Jonathan didn't care for one. He found the pictures enough but figured it wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like money was an issue. It felt so very long ago. Maybe even a dream. A dream that he had to eventually wake up from. He didn't remember dreams being so painful when they're gone. He raised his glass to his lips, mumbling to himself quietly before the glass would touch his lips. "To us, darling."

Harley and Edward practically dragged Jonathan out for drinks with them along with Penguin and Two-Face. They succeeded as it cost more energy to refuse than just drag him along. After all, this was hardly for his comfort. It was for their own comfort for his grief.

Humans are never taught how to live uncomfortably. Discomfort is always something that must be changed as quick as possible or the more that person suffers. It made them feel better that he was there tonight because then they don't have to fear being terrible friends or that Jonathan would be the next to go. He had little doubt such thoughts rushed through their minds.

"He's tinkering away with those little hats and he won't listen to how childish they are!" Edward exclaimed. "You can make plenty of those without all that bravado! That's coming from me! Style is a flare for detail but shouldn't be used to hinder your successes!" "So we'll know who's being controlled by the top hats on their heads?" Harvey spoke. "Exactly!" Edward exclaimed again. "He wouldn't listen to me. He got angry even! He should be thanking me for my wisdom!" Edward jabbed the table. "It's Jervis Tetch! He's hardly the next criminal mastermind." Penguin dismissed with a flick of his wrist. "Not with the hats." Harley giggled. "Oh!" She perked up before turning to Jonathan. "I can collect the rest of (Y/N)'s stuff in a couple of days if you want." "Certainly." Jonathan sighed. "Wait, you cleared their stuff?" Edward raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Enough time has passed." Jonathan nodded. "Shit. Good on you." Harvey began. "I couldn't so much as look at anything of Gilda's if I saw anything left behind. Not for a year." "Yes, well, I felt it was time." Jonathan lied. There was no way to be ready for that. "It was becoming difficult to move on with all of their stuff around." "So you're going to stay in that apartment? Honestly, I thought you'd want to get the hell outta there." Penguin spoke. "It was my apartment before I even met (Y/N).I've been there longer than they were." Jonathan replied. "I think about that a lot." Harley mumbled, her gaze locked on the table. "How they could have such an impact on my memory of your apartment. How it's not right without them in it."

Jonathan's jaw set momentarily before he spoke. "Here's what I think about." Jonathan began, sitting forward in his seat. "I was a fucking psychiatrist for eight years. I dealt with people who were suicidal from all walks of life. So how didn't I see it in (Y/N)? How did I miss it?" Edward and Harley looked at each other, the two thinking the same thought. "Maybe you were too close? There's a reason doctors don't treat their loved ones." Edward tried. Jonathan blinked. "Okay." He turned his head to Harley. "Harley, you were also a psychiatrist but you didn't share a life with them. Tell me, did you see it coming? Was my (Y/N) suicidal?" Jonathan's question was blunt. Most wouldn't be able to think of such a thing or dance around it. Tell themselves something to make it better. However Jonathan had dealt with pain so many times that he had no trouble speaking his mind. "Jonathan-" Edward began. "I was asking Harley." Jonathan cut him off with a cold stare. He looked back at Harley, jaw tight. "Did you?" Harley looked at him uncomfortably for a moment before she responded. "No." She said meekly. "I had no clue." "That makes both of us." He smiled cheerfully, but it didn't meet his empty eyes making him more intimidating. Although it was worse knowing it wasn't genuine and given the topic, it was actually masking his fury. "That's not unheard of Jonathan." Edward spoke. Jonathan shook his head with a sigh, sitting back in his chair. "It fucking eats at me. It's not right. It can't be. I should have been the first person to see the signs so what does this mean? I have no idea. No fucking idea." He smiled as though joking, leaning forward and tapping the table as he spoke. "Makes you wonder though, doesn't it? What else I didn't know?" His smile faltered as his gaze met Edward's, a shaky breath leaving Jonathan. "I want to know." Jonathan told him quietly. Edward, for the first time in a long time, was speechless.

Harley and Edward took Jonathan home. "You didn't have to do this. As I have already told you." Jonathan tossed his keys on the counter. "And as I told you, Johnny, I'm doing it with or without your permission." Harley chirped before flopping onto his couch beside him seconds after he sat down. "Now I gotta congratulate you. You stunned Eddie back there." Harley giggled and Jonathan smirked slightly. "Who knew it was possible." Jonathan replied. "Too right who knew, I kind of wish I took a picture of him!" She giggled. "Shut up the two of you!" Edward huffed closing the door behind him.

Harley giggled, eyes drifting to Jonathan. She did a double take on Jonathan before wrapping her arm around Jonathan's shoulder. "Seriously though, between you and me. You know we have your back right?Don't try to hide from us, Johnny. We know how much they mean to you." "Meant." Jonathan corrected. "No. Mean." Harley retorted. "Just because they died, doesn't mean you get to stop caring the second they're gone. You're hurt because you love them." "Surprisingly not the most idiotic thing you've said, Harley." Edward mused. "Motherfucker, I have a PH-fucking-D!" Harley snapped. "I know. That's why is so surprising that you can be so stupid." Edward responded dryly. "Don't you two start in my home." Jonathan sighed. "He started it!" Harley said loudly. Edward was about to protest when Jonathan covered Harley's mouth and then Edward's. "Both of you. At least wait until I'm asleep before you start acting like children." Harley rolled her eyes with a muffled "fine." Edward following suit. Jonathan dropped his hands. "I just...not even that very day did they?" Edward trailed off with a sigh. Jonathan seemed to understand what Edward was asking. After all, just about every fitting question, he had already thought about a million times by now. He dug into his pocket. "The last text I got from them was that they would be ten minutes late getting home so we might have been late going to the Iceberg Lounge to meet you." Jonathan's eyes were glued to Edward's, eyes wide in an intense stare. "That's it?" Edward asked quietly. Once again, Jonathan smiled in amusement. "Mmhmm." He nodded, swallowing thickly, unable to trust his voice momentarily. "No 'kiss kiss, your loving spouse', nothing. So do I try to sit and pretend that my spouse killed themselves and didn't even give an explanation why or a goodbye? That I understand any of that?" "I..." Edward trailed off. "I don't know." Edward grimaced at his own words, like the gave him a bad taste in his mouth. Jonathan smiled teasingly. "Well I'll be damned. Finally stumped you." Jonathan chuckled to himself. "Maybe there's no right answer for right now." Harley finally said. "It's hard and it's annoying but it is what it is." Jonathan rolled his eyes.

Night after night, he never could wrap his head around why you would do such a thing. You showed no signs, nor did you even get your affairs in order. This was such a fleeting decision. That was plausible but only with the context of feeling suicidal. Why would you talk about a future that you wouldn't be a part of? Knowingly? This was something that could have driven him to madness. He was missing a piece of the puzzle. Something brought you to that point and with that knowledge, all of this would make sense. He was certain of that.

Jonathan decided one morning to visit your grave. He hadn't been there since the funeral, unable to face the slab with your name engraved. Almost as though facing it would be to accept you were gone and he wasn't there yet. Not enough to move on by any means. He grew wary of the day he would be able to move on. He reckoned it'd come quickly given his isolating conditions of his mind. It was hard enough work to care for someone when they're alive. Trying to care for their memory in death was that much harder. Deep down, he was the mourning husband but to really show it... it'd only be a performance. Something he had no patience for. So if he seemed cold, withdrawn or uncaring when it came to his late spouse, well, so be it.

He was surprised to find he wasn't alone in the idea. In fact, someone had beaten him to it. "Jervis?" Jonathan called out as he moved towards the man standing over your grave, his hands in his pockets. "Mr Crane!" Jervis jumped. "I do apologise, I was lost in thought." "No need to fret...I'm just surprised to find you here." Jonathan replied. Jervis gave him a half-sad smile. "Indeed. I wanted to pay a visit to my friend, pay my respects." Jonathan scrutinised how Jervis looked fondly at the grave. As though it was you. It was another thing he observed of human behaviour. To him it was just stone. Yet to Jervis, it was a mark of the person you once were, never to be forgotten. That was peculiar, given you were married to Jonathan, yet Jervis seemed to show more emotion to your loss in a more consistent manner whereas Jonathan could not. "I haven't seen you around much." Jonathan stated flatly. "I've been keeping my distance." Jervis admitted. "I figured we have all the time in the world and given how much attention you've been getting from our friends. I thought you may appreciate the space." Truth be told, Jonathan was indifferent to being left alone by Jervis and bombarded by the others. Each meant nothing to him. However Jonathan was rather confused by Jervis' words. When someone dies, you hardly come to the conclusion that you'd have all the time in the world. Instead, most would be reminded of how brief life is and that you could lose anyone at anytime. Death waited for no one when time runs out. It had to be Jervis' confusion or perhaps his nerves as he made meaningless conversation in the very awkward company of a grieving Jonathan Crane. "How have you been?" Jervis asked lightly. "With all of this, I mean." He added. Jonathan exhaled. "Everyday is a new challenge." Jonathan replied. "I'd say I'm functioning but I'm by no means doing well." Jervis nodded. "That is understandable." He took a breath. "Try not to dwell too much, yes? I understand that will be very improbable but do what's best and let them rest." Jervis replied. "What do you reckon, Jervis? Do you think I brought them to this? Am I missing something?" Jonathan wanted to humour himself with Jervis' response. His mind tended to come up with bizarre things, some of them had a difficult to find insight. Jervis sighed, pondering the question. "I think it was beyond your control. I think when we ignore things, they don't leave us. They creep along behind you and then they bite." Jervis tucked his gloved hands back into his coat pockets. He turned as though to leave before pausing, looking back at Jonathan. "Sometimes when alone we can get such silly little ideas in our head." Jervis said lightly, eyes full of sorrow as he slowly shook his head. "Just like that, they control us." He sighed. "Chin up, Hare." He said softly before rising turning and walking away. Jonathan watched him as he left.

Even by the time Jonathan decided to head home himself, Jervis' words were stuck in his head. He was used to odd when it came to Jervis but something about his words stuck with Jonathan.

Jervis rarely acknowledged suicides. To him, there was no such thing. A silly comfort to settle him. A pretty lie to cover the ugly truth. So it was particularly confusing that he acknowledged what happened to you. Jonathan mulled over the encounter with a glass of red wine. There was something off- something blaring at him until he couldn't pinpoint what it could be. He couldn't disregard it either. As much as he tried to, his mind never strayed. 'I think it was beyond your control.' It was a comforting statement that many would provide but Jervis often spoke as a collective. He often spoke in plurals. 'We' instead of 'I'. 'Us' instead of 'Me'. Mostly because he thinks he's speaking in plural, referring to one of his delusions. Yet he was certain and oddly final. It wasn't in Jonathan's control alone, whereas, Jervis would have said 'it's beyond our control'. A self soothing perspective to assure both Jonathan and Jervis that nothing by anyone could have been done. Then again, Jervis didn't acknowledge suicides. He'd insist someone was slain by something no one could see. The red Queen or the Jabberwocky in their head got to them before anyone else could. Yet he spoke nothing of any fictional beings at the graveyard. It was a little bizarre that someone who couldn't acknowledge the reality of suicide would be able to mention it for someone he thought of a dear friend. Not to mention the partner of one of the very few friends Jervis actually has. Jonathan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Perhaps he was just overthrowing things. Denial could be a slippery bastard if strong enough. 'I've been keeping my distance...figured we had all the time in the world.' Jonathan straightened slightly. It was unexpected to have just come to mind for Jervis it was out of character. He had no concept of personal space so why would be suddenly be aware of it? Because he wants to separate himself. Jonathan entertained the thoughts that tried to piece Jervis together- unable to stop. When people die, they don't get the sense of unlimited time. In fact, it made someone all the more aware of how brief their time in this world is. A reason of encouragement to live whilst you can and tell your loved ones they matter. He had more time. The thought hopped into his mind and he didn't quite understand it. Focusing on it he realised. He had met many murderers in his time as a psychiatrist and a criminal. Very few- if any- looked over their shoulder out of fear of their short lifespan. They're often comforted knowing they had a fighting chance against a possible attacker and even less have any empathy for the victim.

Your suicide was a shock to everyone, Jonathan included. Everyone...but Jervis- a man who couldn't stomach suicide. It didn't surprise him because he knew. That seemed crazy but another thought jumped to mind. 'We ignore things and they'll creep behind us until they bite.' A rather sinister statement to make, although did have some truth in it. Although the usual examples that come to mind are things, but what if this was a person? 'Sometimes we get such silly ideas in our heads when we're alone.' The memory hit Jonathan like a train.

All this time, he had failed to notice Jervis' specialty. It was assumed that you were alone since it was just you and Jonathan. Jonathan was out and out of nowhere -whilst making tea- you stopped and that was it. Perhaps you weren't alone at all and an idea- a sickening idea- was planted in your mind. Jonathan risked shattering his wine glass as he slammed it on the coffee table and rose to a stand. For all Jonathan knew- it was a silly theory but it clawed at him and he refused to ignore this.

His suspicion of Jervis Tetch, only grew by the second followed by his anger. The longer it marinated in his brain, the more energy he had. Living didn't take so much effort. There was purpose once more. Jonathan rose to a stand. Rage bubbled deep within him and only grew. It wasn't often he felt such strong emotion but there was nothing else it could be described.

Being with you gave him a better idea of limits, where lines could be crossed morally. What was not enough and what was too far. In such ways, you kept him in line. You weren't here anymore. There was no one to tell him those distinctions. Although this time, Jonathan had no interest in following any morals at all.

Jervis opened his door and look perplexed to see Jonathan. "Dear Mr Crane! What a surprise!" Jervis exclaimed. "Apologies for the lack of notice Jervis. This was rather spur of the moment on my part. I have something I'd like to discuss with you and have found your company more helpful than the others. Might I come in?" Jonathan asked politely, his expression stoic and expectant. "Certainly!" Jervis stepped aside with a smile. "Do come in!" "Thank you." Jonathan replied as he stepped inside.

Jervis' apartment was as messy as his mind. Jonathan wasn't even certain if Jervis was completely aware of his apartment or only noticed segments and the other pieces blurred away into nothingness. Not once did Jervis ever think to piece them together to get the full picture that was his apartment. Porcelain tea cups and saucers- some chipped splayed around the place, some on their sides and upside down. Playing cards were sprawled everywhere. There were a few candles, torn pieces of paper with scribbles and tea stained. Old weathered books.

"So what brings you to me...almost time for tea!" Jervis smiled. "Well, Jervis, because I think I'd like your perspective on things." Jonathan began. "M-Me?" Jervis seemed surprised again. "Does that surprise you? We are friends Jervis, are we not? Jonathan pressed. "Why of course! It's just- I didn't think you'd say such things." Jonathan smiled at Jervis knowingly. "Yes, well, I was never raised to be affectionate. My grandmother would often spit that I wasn't deserving of affection or love. 'You're a leech, Jonathan!' She'd remark. 'A sin that not even our righteous God could forgive. A demon born of wedlock.'" Jonathan smiled. "You know she'd pray at nights, pray for forgiveness. Beg to God that he forgive her for her sins and failing her son. Pray for the strength to repent for her sins by raising me." Jonathan spoke cooly, almost detached or nonchalant over such hideous things. "I couldn't decide whether she needed more than God's strength to raise me as she did a pitiful job that was only abusive or whether not even God's intervention could contain the force that was my grandmother. I made sure she knew sin she had ever done before I killed her. My one regret is that I didn't break her down and then kill her." Jonathan crossed one leg over the other which only emphasised how long his legs were. "I lost religion long before I killed her." He shook his head. "It was quite the relief." He added. "The idea of no heaven or hell. She'd just be gone." Jonathan let out a sigh. "That wasn't the case when (Y/N) died." Jonathan mused, much quieter. "No...no, when (Y/N) died, I found myself feeling sick at the idea that they just stopped. No heaven or hell.Just gone. So much that I think I've been seeing them sometimes. At night when in bed. I know when I see them that it's all in my head but I can't help but indulge. Do you understand? I thought you might understand that better than the others." Jonathan looked to Jervis who nodded quickly and sat in the chair beside him. "Oh I do! It's a comfort only the mind could bring! For its tailored to what the heart wants!" Jervis replied with enthusiasm. "Although it tragic." Jonathan nodded. "I thought you'd understand. You see, I told you this because well...(Y/N) was my proof that I could- in my own way- I could love someone and I did Jervis. My evidence against my granny. Even now, I love them endlessly. I find it strange that I was so disconnected from feeling such a bond to someone and now that they're gone, I'm detached once more." "From what I read, that is quite normal, Mr Crane!" Jervis chirped. "Would you like some tea?" Jonathan shook his head and raised his hand to dismiss the question. "What about you Jervis?" Jonathan asked. "...what about me? I'll make my own tea-" Jonathan cut off Jervis' response.

Jervis had only managed to stand up before he was stopped by Jonathan. "I mean to say, do you think -as my friend- did you think I was happier with (Y/N) than I was before we met?" Jonathan asked as he stood up. "Why yes, I do. That's a rather silly question, Mr Crane. You know if I could bring them back to you I would in a heartbeat!"Jervis proclaimed. "You would?" Jonathan tilted his head. "Of course!" Jervis said again. "Then why would you kill them?" Jonathan asked.

Jervis looked taken aback. "Is...is this a hypothetical question?" Jervis asked with unease. "Of course not. Why would I propose a hypothetical question when you definitively killed my (Y/N). I'm asking you - my friend and their friend- why would you kill them?" Jervis smiled warily. "You dare smile at me? Look at me like you have no idea what I'm talking about? Have you gone senile, Jervis?" An empty smile grew on Jonathan's face. "Mr Crane, I think you've gotten the wrong idea!" Jervis said nervously. "I wouldn't want to hurt (Y/N)!" "Of course not. That's why you got them to do it to themselves." Jonathan fired back. Jervis could only shake his head as Jonathan's gaze hardened on his. "All this time my granny thought I was the leech who sucked the life out of everything. That it was me who did not deserve love and could never get it. It was fucking you!" Jervis suddenly relaxed, blinking a couple of times and straightening his clothes. "Enough games, Jervis." Jonathan said icily. Jervis exhaled. "I did not lie, Mr Crane. I did not want to hurt (Y/N). They were a dear friend. I ensured it would be quick." "I'm not going to ask again." Jonathan replied.

Jervis sighed. "You're all so vain." Jervis began. "We all came from all walks of life yet you're all so very vain, Mr Crane." Jervis met Jonathan's gaze. "Even with all of those fancy certificates, you still underestimate me. As does Mr Nygma. Mock me, play me for a fool. You all look down upon me. Treat me lesser than yourselves. Like that is ought to be and what makes it worse is that you think I cannot see!" Jervis mouth twisted like a bad taste was in his mouth. "Tell me, my dear Mr Crane," Jervis met Jonathan's eyes. "do I seem so harmless now? Shall I take a bow?" Jonathan stayed quiet, a dark expression upon his face. Jervis took that opportunity to continue. "I never told a lie." He shook his head solemnly. "I assure you as I assured them. I did not do this out of hate for them. They were my friend just as you are. I did this for a lesson, Mr Crane. A formidable lesson that I am no lesser than you. Be it my smile or strange demeanor- it won't take away that i shouldn't be underestimated. The way you all speak of me like I'm not there, like I can't hear you. Better yet, the way you think I don't understand you but I do, Mr Crane! I understand more than you ever will." Jervis nodded to himself. "I knew you would be home late. I knew dear (Y/N) was home alone. Silly little Jervis must be lost again, hm!? They let me in and had no idea what I had put on their head until they realised they couldn't move- not unless I commanded them to. I held out my trusted watch so I could remove the hat. I gave my instructions. The next time they heard the whistle of a kettle. They would go to the roof and jump to their death. A tear ran down their face and I apologised and they were to never speak a word about what i said." Jonathan remembered that fourteen hours later, you had done exactly that. You had the kettle going and impulse seemed to just take over. Neither the police or Jonathan could understand why you'd go to make yourself tea and just walk away to the roof. Jervis continued, a hand to his chest. "I took no joy in any of this. They were my friend but it had to be done. I will not be overlooked again." Jonathan almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jervis hadn't liked a few comments he and the others had made so he forced you to kill yourself? As an act to prove himself? It tore at his insides to know you had let Jervis in, trusting Jervis and this was how he repayed you. "You see, Mr Crane?" Jervis asked. "I see, Jervis." Jonathan replied smoothly before slowly walking around the dining table. "Lesson learned then? No longer will I have to endure this bullying?" Jervis continued. "I understand, Jervis." Jonathan assured him. "You won't endure such treatment. I'll make sure the others know too." Jervis lit up. "Delightful! I'll make some tea-!"

Jervis was cut off when he was at arms reach of Jonathan, his hands tightly around Jervis' throat. He slammed Jervis onto his back and pressed down with everything he had. Jervis stared wide eyed as he choked, his face changing colour. Jonathan's stare bore into him, a vein popping out in his forehead. His face was calm but the fury in his eyes remained. Cold, deadly and endless. He couldn't even mind the discomfort in his hands as he squeezed. It was by no means easy to strangle a person but Jonathan wanted to drink in and savour the fear in Jervis' eyes before the light in them died. This was personal just as his act was and all he could think about was the fear you must have had in that moment. Let this be a lesson to Jervis and anyone who dared so much as dream of harming his love. The hatred in his darkened eyes, his jaw set. This wasn't even half of what Jervis deserved but he wouldn't live for not one more second- not when you didn't get to.

Edward was never home, so Jonathan knew to find him in his hideout. Edward knew something was wrong but the empty look in Jonathan's eyes, disheveled with droplets of blood along his hands with deep scratches. "What the hell!?" Edward practically stumbled back. Jonathan told him everything. From the visit to the graveyard up to the moment Jervis went limp.

"You...you killed him?" Edward whispered incredulously. Jonathan blinked at him. "Don't get me wrong! He deserved it! I think I'd have done the same myself. I mean to (Y/N)?" Edward shook his head. "I couldn't imagine laying a hand on them. Isn't that all the reason to suggest he...well, was confused?" "We let Jervis away with a lot of things because of his illness." Jonathan said flatly. "Time and time again it was out of grace. Poor Jervis doesn't understand, he's confused. Perhaps you've forgotten Edward- I have no empathy. I didn't touch him because he gave me no reason to, no reason to care what he did. Until he hypnotised my spouse to kill themselves." Jonathan leaned forward, an icy stare boring into Edward's. "So I went to him when alone, like he did to them and then I knocked him to the ground. Then I watched him die as I squeezed the life out of him." Jonathan smiled. "I enjoyed every second of it. In the time he wanted to prove a point, he forgot who he was dealing with. My sympathy for Jervis Tetch was that I didn't torture him until his mind shattered and kill him slowly." Jonathan took a calming breath before sitting back in his chair. "So what now?" Edward asked. "With the body? Everything." "The death certificate can continue to say suicide." Jonathan replied. "I want to leave their body be. I know the truth and that's what matters." "I...was talking about Jervis."Edward said slowly. "Let the bastard rot in there. With any luck, the rats will shit him out before there's anything to find." Jonathan's upper lip curled. "What about you?" Edward asked. "Business as usual." Jonathan replied. "I'm not going into hiding for that. Anyone comes to me about him, I've got nothing to hide."

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