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Just Friends

Dork squad (Jervis Tetch x Johnathan Crane x Edward Nygma) Something to keep in mind when reading this is that these are actually my AU version's of the characters! Both John and Jervis and transmasc, and Jervis's physical appearance changes slightly when he's excited :3 Minors, turn away now!!! CW, TW: anatomy mentions, passing mention of pregnancy (thinking of how one of the characters can't get pregnant), literally them having a threesome on the couch, pure filth ngl <3 Word count: 6,290 | layout completely inspired by @finniestoncrane (who also wanted to be tagged. Please ignore any spelling errors 😭😭)

I was sat on the couch, reading. That was all I was doing.

Then when John came home, I hardly even gave him a passing glance. “Dr. Crane,” I said in acknowledgement of his presence, and then I went back to reading my book.

He stopped, and out of the corner of my eye I watched as he set his bag down and turned to me. The man hummed lowly, his Georgian accent audible even through noises.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Nygma,” He said.

I looked up at him over my glasses, his face a blurry mess of flesh, blinking eyes and dark hair.

He never spoke with me unless he needed or wanted something— or if he was in a good mood for some horrible reason or another.

“… how are you?” I asked, slightly hesitant.

Through the blur of my eyesight, I watched what I believed to be a wide, toothy grin slowly creeping into his expression. “I’m good,” He whispered, and with that he took a long step forward; now standing at the front of the couch.

I let out a slightly shaky breath as I set my book down, not looking away from him. “And why is that?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. “Where’s Tetch?” He asked.

“Your room,” I said. “Asleep,”

John nodded, and then stood still, staring at me. I accidentally looked away, cursing myself as when I looked up he was already gone.

I heard the slide of his bedroom door opening, and I looked over. I caught the slightest glimpse of his hair and back, but he was gone before it could even register in my brain.

After that, I tried to focus again on my book, but the soft chatter of Jervis’s voice kept pulling me out of rhythm.

After a bit, the door opened again, and I heard the familiar click of Jervis’s shoes on the hardwood floor. I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to seem interested in whatever the hell was happening.

“Eddie,” I heard whispered in my ear, and I jumped slightly. It was Jervis, but I heard Johnathan let out a soft laugh in response to me being startled.

I turned to Jervis.

“What do you want now?” I asked.

“Oh—Oh! Well, I—“ He couldn’t even get the words out before he burst into a fit of giggles, his already pink cheeks turning an even deeper shade as he cartoonishly waved at his face, glancing away. His large teeth rested gently against his bottom lip, his tongue visibly swiveling against his sharp canines.

“The Crane can explain,” He said softly, trying to lean forward as his hand reached into his own hair, coiling a thick silver strand around one of his gloved fingers, his other hand resting against the arm of the couch.

I turned to John, who moved away just as I tried to look at him. He walked behind the couch, his large hand moving to my shoulder, and then lightly tracing downward.

I swallowed, shifting my weight as his warm breath slowly dripped down the shell of my ear. “Y’know…” John began, his voice low and husky. “Been a while since we last… “ He hand travelled lower, and then gently gripped on my belt, lightly pulling on it.

I tried and failed to suppress the shaky whimper that left my mouth, my face becoming warm with embarrassment. I shifted again, letting out a breath.

“Care to—Care to explain a bit more than that?” I said, attempting to look behind me. Before I could, his other hand gently rested against my other shoulder, moving down and tracing the buttons on my shirt.

He hummed, the sound low and vibrating through my body, sending chills down my spine. “Mmm, well, as Jervis so lovingly puts it… ‘played’,” John said, beginning to unbutton my shirt.

I closed my eyes, nodding. I knew what that meant.

They wanted to have sex.

It was a thing that had started a while ago.

I don’t remember really when it happened first, but somewhere around the time that I started living with Johnathan, Jervis came along and one thing led to the next and I guess we all somehow managed to become friends with benefits.

Mainly what would happen was that two of us would… the word is fuck, Eddie, just say it— do things, and one would watch. Usually that person would be Johnathan, as he enjoyed sitting in complete silence and making us unnerved— that or he’d praise and guide us the entire time.

“If you’d like, of course,” Jervis said, gently placing his hand on my arm, leaning closer. There was too much affection and attention now, and the tones of their voices were making me feel nearly ill with how, unfortunately, aroused I was getting.

I swallowed, nodding.

“O-okay, yeah, I-I uhm,” I let out, stopping as my breath caught in my throat as Jervis climbed on top of the couch, and began helping John with the buttons on my shirt.

“Over the hill, or here or there—“ Jervis began singing quietly. I leaned forward without thinking, and stopped him before he could start actually singing, placing a soft, gentle kiss on his lips before simply pulling away.

His eyes lit up as his face seemed to fall a bit, his body language stuck in what looked like the middle of an exaggerated conversation. He paused, his cheeks turning even darker, now a red, as he sat up straight, turning away. “Oh… Oh, my,” His voice, soft as ever, seemed strained and shaking.

I went to say something, I don’t know what, but he placed his gloved hands on my face. “Do it again,” He whispered.

I kissed his lips, this time a bit more roughly, and then pulled away again; my body getting covered in chills as I felt John’s breath on the back of my neck again. Jervis’s eyes shut, his hands flapping excitedly as he turned away, a nervous half-smirk cracking across his lips.

Before anything else could happen, John hummed.

“You two need to be separated at least once,” He whispered. “I should have him today, don’t you think?”

Jervis nodded, as did I.

He as in likely Jervis.

I leaned back, startled slightly by the warmth and movement of a chest behind me; I didn’t know that Johnathan had sat down.

I gasped as John’s hand slid up to my chest, pressing down and pulling me closer to him. “Now,” He whispered, voice low and gravelly. “Are you gonna be a good sex toy and let me use you for a while?”

I started trembling, nodding before I could even fully register what was happening. All the blood in my body rushed to a… certain piece of my anatomy, making me shift my weight in a thinly veiled attempt at covering it.

“Aww,” Jervis let out a soft laugh as he worked to undo my belt buckle. “Look how desperate he is now,”

My entire body felt warm as I looked away, embarrassed. I shouldn’t have enjoyed this as much as I was, my stomach doing flips as I heard Johnathan hum in agreement.

My heart skipped a couple beats as I felt John’s large hand travel up my chest and rest on my throat. “W-What uh, what’s— what are you going to uh—“

“I thought it was clear,” John whispered, voice nearly a growl in my ear. I shivered as my belt was removed from my pants’ loops; I heard as it landed on the floor with a soft clinking sound.

“I’ll explain now,” Jervis said softly, his eyelids looking heavy as he undid his own shirt. “I’m going to watch…”

John nodded, removing my shirt.

“While I fuck you,” He whispered, finishing Jervis’s sentence.

My face warmed up even more, and I began to nod without thinking about what I was doing. He hardly ever would be the one doing anything to me, usually watching or having sex with Jervis instead.

Something in my body ached for him, craving him desperately. The way he’d move his hips so harshly, so fast. The way he looked so calm, the way he held Jervis down by his hair as he practically drooled and cried from how good he was getting fucked, John praising and guiding him the entire time.

I started whining, the idea of being fucked so good that I’d start drooling made me feel nearly like fainting; I wanted it so badly now, and I couldn’t even focus on anything other than the memory of how much ecstasy Jervis always looked like he was in when John would…

“Please,” I whimpered involuntarily, and John let out a soft laugh.

“Please what?”

I shook my head, embarrassed that I had said anything. He hummed, nodding as his rough, callused fingers dragged down my chest. His fingernails were painted black, and my brain instantly began playing an image of his fingers buried inside of me, stretching me out, getting me ready for his—

One hand focused on my chest, his thumb rubbing circles around my left nipple, his other hand gliding down my exposed side, fingers hooking around the waistband of my pants.

“Hatter,” He said, looking up at Jervis (who I now noticed seemed to have either spaced out or was just very entertained by what was happening, as he was drooling).

“Yes?”

“Help me remove this,” He said. “Won’t you please, hon?”

Jervis nodded, reaching forward and pulling my slacks off from my hips. “He’s so excited…” He whispered, lightly touching my inner thigh.

I felt lightheaded and nearly dizzy, my heart slamming in my chest as I watched him, the silver streaks in his hair beginning to fade to a soft purple. I glanced up, attempting to look at John.

My glasses were removed before I could, being set on the coffee table and out of my reach as my vision blurred. All I could really make out on John’s face were his eyes and the dark scars on his face.

Before I could really say anything about it, John hummed, and I watched the dark shape of his mouth move as he spoke: “You wanna do this out here? Now, we cou’d always go int’a the bedroom, honey, if you’d like,”

His accent was so thick, it always got like that when he was excited about something. I couldn’t really imagine him being excited to do something like this, but maybe he was.

“We can stay out here,” I whispered, unable to fathom the idea of having to wait any longer than I’d have to already.

He nodded, humming.

“Can— uh, can we pl-please—?” I stammered out, involuntarily bucking my hips up a bit.

John chuckled, his hand— God his hands were so big. They were so wide and his fingers were long and— his hand moved to the waistband of my boxers, his thumb hooking underneath and snapping the elastic material against my flesh, making me jump slightly.

“Ain’t’cha jus’ so eager?” He asked, low and steady.

I was painfully erect, my member twitching in my underwear every time John said anything or moved at all, and what he said was making it worse.

I nodded, the shame leaving my body when I felt gloved fingers pulling at my underwear, pulling it off of my body. I looked back at Jervis, who was the one who had removed it, as he set it on the floor and began to undo his own pants.

“Aww,” John whispered in my ear, one hand resting a my waist, teasing me. “You’re pathetic, y’know that?” He asked, turning his head and biting lightly on my neck. I whimpered as I felt him sucking at my flesh, my exposed member twitching and leaking at the feeling.

“J-John~,” I let out, practically shaking with how badly I wanted anything at this point. Any sort of pleasure, literally any sort of touch.

He nipped at my neck sharply before pulling away, his hands sliding down my thighs and moving under them, pulling me up onto his lap.

“Jervi,” I heard, and I watched as Jervis looked up from what he was doing.

“Hm?”

“Could you go get the lubricant? I left it in the bedroom,” John said, to which Jervis nodded and left to get it.

The moment he left the room, John’s hand went to my throat, gripping tightly as he pushed my chin up so I was forced to look at him. I gulped as his eye came into focus.

“Look at me, sweetie— that’s it… now, we’re gonna have a safe word, okay? I get real rough, even if I don’t intend to do so, okay?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Good boy,” He praised, and my mouth felt dry. “Now, ‘aphorism’ is the word, okay?” He said, and I nodded.

His hand gently went to my hair and he began to pet me. “Such a good boy, ain’t you?”

I couldn’t even say anything. I felt like my brain had melted, the praise getting to me too quickly.

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“You haven’t hurt him, I trust?” I heard, and Jervis sat back down on the couch, handing John the bottle of lube.

“He’s fine,” John answered, taking the bottle. “Thank you, hon,”

Jervis giggled slightly, letting out a hum, as he looked down at me. “Aren’t you so pretty,” He said, to which my heart rate skyrocketed.

Jervis leaned forward, the soft fabric of his gloves on my chest as he kissed me again. I reached up and lightly grabbed his face, pulling him in a bit more.

“My heart, never depart, if you turn out to be untrue, your flesh will be left sickly pale and blue—“

I ignored him, my hand travelling absently downward, resting on his chest. I felt how quickly his heart beat, thinking distantly about how it felt maybe a bit too fast for a human.

I kissed him again, and he pulled back slightly, smiling crookedly as his teeth dug in his bottom lip. “I had such a curious dream; it started just like this… Please,” He began in a whisper as I looked him over again, watching as his hair seemed to coil too much like a spiral. “Please kiss me yet again,”

His eyes didn’t seem too brown anymore…

“Jerv—“ I began, but my hair was suddenly yanked, my entire body being pulled back as I gasped, feeling the burning of the stretch from one of Johnathan’s fingers inside of me.

I began to whimper, the suddenness of the feeling made it hurt a bit more than I was used to.

“J-John!” I yelped, turning back to face him as his grip in my hair loosened. He buried his face into my neck, and began to gently kiss where he’d bitten previously.

“M’sorry,” He said. “Just got a bit jealous from you an’ Jerv,”

My entire body flushed, which Jervis noticed and giggled in reaction, running his hands down my stomach, the smooth glide of fabric making me feel lightheaded.

I whined as John’s fingers worked me open, him adding a second one not too long after; my arms trembling as I moved my hand to my mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to leave me.

As I did, Jervis reached up and pulled my hand down, tutting. “No, no,” He smiled. “No, you must make noise, pretty, otherwise we won’t enjoy it,”

I looked away, face practically engulfed in flames with how warm I felt. “O-Oh…” I let out softly.

Jervis leaned back on the arm of the couch, completely removing his shirt. I let out a moan as John’s fingers found a rhythm, hitting an all-too-sensitive part inside me which made my body tremble.

“You’re doing so well, honey,” John said, his accent heavy and his voice a soft growl in my ear. Chill after chill rushed through me as I whimpered, biting my lower lip to keep from getting too loud.

Jervis’s gaze followed John’s fingers as I started to relax myself a bit, pleasure flooding my body and making my limbs feel weak.

“John,” I let out, unable to really think of anything else.

He hummed into my ear. “Yes, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Mh, feels… mmn feels so—“ I let out a whine. “G-good…”

My eyes fell on Jervis as he moved his hands behind his back, unclasping his bra and taking it off, setting it to the ground.

I looked away, my mind going to slightly different territory as his body reminded me so much of…

I whimpered, letting out a moan as I realised I’d been holding my breath. “Ple-ase,” I let out, broken and breathy.

“Please what?”

“More—“ I started, hardly getting it out before a third finger was pushed in, stretching me out a bit more; a slight burn flowing through my lower half.

I gasped, grinding down onto his lubricated fingers involuntarily. “F-Fuck!” I moaned as he worked them in and out, getting my body used to the stretch, used to the pleasure. He was so rough with them, moving so softly at first to get me used to it, and then faster and harder, making my brain spin. His fingers were so long, so big that it felt like I was being torn apart in a way that made me dizzy with pleasure.

I watched Jervis as he removed one of his gloves with his mouth, moving the now nude hand down the front of his loosened pants.

I began to pant, pleasure engulfing my entire body as I whimpered, leaning against John’s chest.

“Good,” He whispered. “Good boy,”

“Ohh,” I let out, my back arching slightly. “Fuck… it’s so good, it’s so good,” I moaned, grinding down a bit more.

John’s voice echoed in my ear. “Doin’ so well for us,” He whispered, his fingers sliding in and out of me, making me feel so full and stretched out.

Tears threatened to leave my eyes as he suddenly removed his fingers from me. “W-Wait, I—“ I started in protest, but I was quickly shushed as John moved away from me, lowering his pants.

I started practically drooling the moment he did, the blurry sight of black straps and glinting silver metal resting tightly around his white boxers, around his hips made me feel nearly faint.

I looked away as I heard him unzip and unbutton his black jeans. The sound of his keys jingling sharply against each other as he lowered his pants, the karabiner clacking against the small plastic light up pumpkin charm he had attached to it.

The warmth of his body returned with the sound of him uncapping the lubricant bottle. He sat back down on the couch, a rough, heavy hand pushing me forward to expose myself more.

I was able to get a better look at Jervis now, one hand in his pants as he masturbated to the sight of us, the other now cupped around my face lovingly, petting me as he muttered things I couldn’t quite understand under his breath.

“It’ll feel so good,” He leaned in, whispering. My face felt so warm, and the coolness of his glove didn’t make it any better. “You’re so, so, good,”

I whimpered softly, kissing him back as his lips met mine, his teeth pressing hard against my lips. “Mh, Jervis, I—“ I was stopped by the feeling of being stretched out a bit more than I was used to yet, a sharp burning pain coming from my lower half.

“Ah!” I let out, my arms becoming too weak to hold me up, so I accidentally collapsed onto Jervis, my head resting against his stomach. With his gloved hand, I felt him petting my hair; he began to coo soft words of comfort and praise as I felt the warmth and roughness of John’s hands on my hips.

The pain paused for a bit, slowly fading into slight discomfort as neither of us moved; John softly massaging my lower back up to my shoulder blades. “Will it be alright for me to move?” He asked, my poor, leaking member painfully pressed between my stomach and the slightly rough texture of the couch’s cushions. I nodded, shifting my hips a bit, trying to hold myself up again.

“Yeah,” I said, voice a lot more breathy than I would’ve liked. “You can start moving,”

He hummed something in acknowledgment and pushed in a bit more, my breath catching in my throat as I closed my eyes.

“That’s it…” I heard, but I honestly couldn’t even tell who had said it anymore. “You take it so well,”

My resolve broke and I fell again, this time being caught by Jervis, his hands pressed against my shoulders as he led me up, looking at me with a soft smile on his face. His right eye was blue…

Before I could focus on him any more, my body tensed up, a moan leaving my lips as Jervis let me fall a bit, him cradling me in a tight hold. He smelled like a bag of marshmallows, sweet and warm.

John finally bottomed out inside me, my body trembling as I felt the smooth fabric of his black button-up shirt and the warmth of his stomach on my back as I heard him kissing Jervis.

“You take such good care of him— our toy,” John muttered above me, and I heard Jervis let out a soft laugh.

I closed my eyes, my stomach fluttering as a soft anger replaced the arousal that usually followed being completely objectified like that. “I’m not your toy, Scarecrow—“ I snapped, but my hair was roughly coiled around a hand and I was pulled painfully away from Jervis’s hold, now sitting completely upright in John’s lap, on his—

“Oh, is that right?” John began, the painted nails of his other hand digging into the flesh of my hip. He let go of my hair, his other hand sliding to grab at my hip as well. He slowly lifted me about two inches, letting me drop sharply back down on his strap.

“Fuck~!” I moaned, leaning back against his chest, my member red and twitching. “Pl-Please, I—“

I suddenly became very aware that Jervis was watching us, and I felt my stomach and chest getting warm with the blush that covered me in embarrassment.

I said nothing, looking away.

“Oh, he’s embarrassed,” Jervis said suddenly, and I opened my eyes to see him closer, his gloved hand lightly tracing my chest.

“I’m not embarrassed,” I hissed, not wanting to seem weak. “I just—“

“Shh,” Jervis hushed me, his hand traveling lower, resting on my lower stomach. “You don’t have to worry…”

“I— Ah~! F-Fuck,” I gasped, my body being slowly moved up and down, the thick head of John’s strap slamming slowly inside me, hitting the area just below my prostate. “John, Goddamn it~!” I moaned, closing my eyes tightly.

Jervis hushed me again. “Eddie,” He called, drawn out and in a whisper. “Look at me…”

I opened my eyes again, trying to focus on him.

The feeling of soft fabric dragging up and down on my stomach, over and over and over, the way his eyes didn’t look entirely normal anymore. “It feels so good, doesn’t it, pet?” He asked.

I moved to say something, but I couldn’t.

I let out a whimper, nodding. Jervis seemed pleased, moving back and going back to what he was doing before I fell on him— He was fucking himself, Ed, just thinking the word isn’t the end of the goddamn world!

“John, please,” I gasped, feeling him lean back against the arm of the couch, getting more relaxed as he pulled me with him. My heart slammed against my ribcage as his hands dragged down my chest to my stomach.

“Well, since you ain’t a toy, you can get yourself off, can’tcha?” He asked, his hands resting once more on my hips. I scoffed in an attempt to seem like it’d be easy. I moved my hips slightly, my legs weak already.

I let out a soft moan, sliding back down.

I paused, knowing this wouldn’t do anything for me without his help. “John…”

I could feel how smug he looked.

“Yeah, hon?”

“I…” My stomach boiled with anger. I couldn't do something. I would rather die than admit it. I attempted again, the feeling of him inside me hardly doing anything for pleasure.

I felt like crying as I covered my face with my hands. “I can’t,” I said. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

He lifted me slightly, my back pressed against his chest as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Mhm,” He hummed lowly, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside, quickly setting a pace that made my stomach flip.

“Oh— fuck!” I gasped, reaching back slightly and gripping his hair, pulling a bit. “Fuck, yeah, yeah,” I nodded, panting as he held me in place, my entire body covered in chills from how good it felt now.

It nearly burned, fading quickly away into overwhelming pleasure that made my eyes water.

“Please, ple-ase, ple—!” I whimpered, my sounds devolving into high pitched whines that sounded more like a dog than anything.

I felt myself clenching around him, the pleasure nearly too much to bear, my entire body feeling weak as he slammed inside me over and over and over.

“It—“ I began, but stopped as I nearly blacked out, feeling him finally start hitting that spot inside me, my stomach coiling at the feeling. “Ah-! Fuck, please~!” I begged, shaking.

He suddenly stopped.

“Please what?” He asked, and I could hear the smile on his lips.

“No, no, no, please keep going, please, please,” I whined, grinding down as much as I could. Tears leaked from my eyes, whimpers leaving my chest as I scrambled behind me, scratching at his side.

He only laughed a bit, pulling out and then slamming back inside, making me let out a yelp as I trembled. “You take me so well,” He whispered, his warm breath cascading down my neck. “Look at that,” He continued. “What a good little toy, needing my help; so easily taking the whole thing,”

I whined, bucking my hips as I let out a strangled sounding moan. “Please,” I begged. “More, please,”

My legs started shaking, weak as he held them open. “Please,” I said, whining. “It’s so—“

He set a more rough pace, slamming into me again, more brutal this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuc—k,” I moaned, breathing shakily.

“Are you getting close?” I heard, to which I shook my head.

“N-No,” I let out in a gasp. “Pl-please, please keep going, please,” I begged, voice breaking.

“Oh, good,” He said, to which I finally registered it being Jervis who was speaking. “Can I play with him yet?”

I let out a loud whimper and my prostate was slammed into again, my heart fluttering with my stomach. “S’good,” I moaned. “So good, so go-od,”

He paused, buried deep inside me as he slightly moved me forward, sitting up a bit more. “Wh—“ I began, but he started moving inside me again, so my brain stopped working.

I felt the smooth glide of fabric on my face, and I looked up. Jervis kissed me again, and I roughly gripped onto the cushion beneath him as I kissed back. “You can take it, can’t you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as his hand travelled down.

“Take wh—?” I began, but it felt like all the air in my lungs was knocked out of me as I felt him, his soft hand wrapped around my aching member. He lightly began stroking me as I whimpered, John still abusing my insides, too much pleasure, too much—

“Fuck!” I yelled, which turned into a string of soft whimpers as my limbs trembled, struggling to hold me up. I felt like I was going to die, my heart slamming in my chest as my stomach turned, my head completely empty other than the thoughts of how good I felt.

Jervis pressed kisses onto my lips. “You feel so good, don’t you? It feels amazing, right?” He said, petting my hair as he continued to stroke my previously completely neglected cock.

I nodded, letting out a whine into his lips.

He shifted, letting me go for a moment as he relaxed, lowering himself on the arm of the couch a bit before—

I gasped, my hands losing their grip on the cushions as he adjusted himself, sliding my member inside of him; tight, wet warmth clamping down around me.

He let out a soft whimper as he took my full length, John pausing for a moment to give me a little bit more stability over my senses. I held onto Jervis’s hips as I shook, letting out breathy whimpers. He was so warm.

When I first had sex with him, I hardly lasted three minutes; his—his— His cunt,— felt so fucking good wrapped so tightly around me. I’d never felt something like that before him, and I felt like a teenager, the pleasure completely consuming me to the point that it nearly hurt to not chase that amazing feeling.

My hips twitched, thrusting deeper into him nearly involuntarily. We both moaned, and I could feel myself leaking inside him.

John began to slowly move again, Jervis fucked himself back onto me, and my brain stopped functioning.

“You feel so good,” Jervis whined, and I could hear ringing in one of my ears as I panted, John hitting another sensitive spot inside me, my stomach turning.

“Fuck,” I cried, tears leaking from my eyes as my legs trembled. John started moving faster again, lightly swatting at my thighs.

“Are you just gonna make him pleasure himself?” John asked in my ear, voice so calm and smooth. All I could do was shake my head, attempting to thrust inside Jervis again. The drag of my shaft against the tight walls of his insides, burying the head deeper, the wetness making a soft, lewd sound as he leaked onto the couch, a small dark patch forming now.

I started drooling, the head of John’s strap grinding heavily against my prostate, chill after chill running up my spine. Tears fell from my eyes as I whimpered.

“Fuck, please,” I begged, shaking. I sounded pathetic, voice high pitched and trembling, weak and raspy. “Please, please, have— have mercy, please,”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum,” John hissed in my ear. “You wouldn’t disappoint us like that, now would you, Eddie?”

Jervis whined, echoing his sentiment as he seemed to literally be melting underneath me, his face and body becoming more and more warm, his right eye turning into a colourful spiral as his hair twisted and shifted around as if it were alive.

“D-Don’t,” He moaned out, slamming his hips down, my entire length fully sheathed inside him. He let out a loud whimper, arching his back as he panted. “Don’t cum yet, don’t— not yet, not— ahh~!”

I felt myself twitching inside him as I looked away, trying so desperately to ignore the coil in my stomach that became more and more loose as they used my body for their pleasure.

I couldn’t think about it, I couldn’t focus on how fucking good it felt. How amazing it felt— how tight Jervis was, how warm and wet and tight, god his cunt was so tight, it always was, so good, so, so good. He clenched around my cock like he never wanted to let go, sucking me in, making it nearly difficult to pull out. He always begged me to finish inside him, and if I didn’t, he’d be in a bad, snippy mood for the rest of the day.

The moment they (both him and John) knew I didn’t have anything wrong, I was fucking him raw and filling him with my cum.

He couldn’t get pregnant, he’d gotten that taken care of years before he even became who he was now, so there really wasn’t a reason not to.

I heard Jervis let out a breathy moan, leading it into a soft whine of his words; “Mine,” He whispered. “All mine,” As I felt his lips begin to travel down my neck, his large teeth dragging against the flesh that began to become bruised as he marked my collarbone with hickeys.

I had to ignore it, ignore how good it felt.

Ignore how brutally I was getting fucked by Johnathan. Ignore how thick and long he was, how heavily he would slam inside of me, how quickly the burn of pain when he’d hit my thighs would fade into unbearable pleasure, how precise he was with his movements, how fast he went—

I couldn’t think of how good it felt, I couldn’t think about how badly I’d been needing him to do this to me. How I’d been fantasising about it, how late at night I’d imagine him sneaking into my room, I’d imagine him kissing my neck and pinning me down, asking if I wanted him, asking if I wanted him to make me cum. I’d imagine him fucking my brains out, him making my entire body shake.

Sometimes I would fight with him, tell him he wasn’t good at something, anything to get him to hate-fuck me so good I couldn’t walk the next day. It never worked, he never pushed me down by my hair, teasing and toying with my body until finally abusing me, hitting me, hurting me while making me drool with how good my body would feel.

And now he was finally doing it, fucking me senseless, making it difficult to think, to function. Finally making my body his, and I couldn’t think about it, I had to think of anything other than how good it felt.

“C-Can’t,” I let out, panting. “Can’t,”

He slammed deep inside, grinding his hips on mine.

“Can’t…?” He asked, leaning forward and pressing a bite to my shoulder, his lips meeting Jervis’s as they began to kiss.

Jervis whined, pulling away and grabbing at my hair as he used me like a sex toy, fucking himself deeper than I thought he could, causing both of us to let out moans in response.

I was crying by this point, my orgasm approaching so quickly. I was drooling over the way Jervis felt and sounded and looked, my cock painfully hard and twitching inside of him, leaking pre deep into him.

He kept bucking his hips, the spiral in his eye moving faster than before, faster than I could focus on. “Eddie,” Jervis moaned, making it even more impossible to not focus on him. “Ed—Ed it feels so good, you make me feel so, so good,” He cried.

I whined, barely holding myself together.

I panted as I looked away, trying desperately to think of anything else, anything but how warm he was.

“Not gonna— not gonna,” I gasped, tears leaving my eyes. “L-Last, not gonna last, not— gonna, g-gonna cum,”

“Not yet, hon,” John said, pulling my hair lightly. “You can last a little longer,”

“C-Ca-an’t!” I sobbed out, drooling as he grinded against my prostate. “Can’t, can’t, can’t,” I panted.

Jervis moaned, biting my neck hard as I felt his walls clenching down around me. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as I felt what I can only describe as god inside him, a spot that made me forget how badly I wanted to please the both of them, how badly I wanted to not disappoint them, how much longer I wanted to last— I grabbed a tighter hold of his hips, moving him up and down on my cock, hitting that spot over, and over, and over.

John held me up, slamming into me as I babbled incoherent nonsense about how good I felt, how good Jervis’s cunt felt, how amazing John’s cock was inside me.

“C-Cumming, cumming,” I sobbed, Jervis drooling underneath me, making that “uh, uh, uh,” noise that always made me feel dizzy.

“In—Inside, please~!” Jervis begged, holding my arm.

I let out a soft cry, collapsing on top of him as I finally let myself go; grinding myself deeper as the whole world spun, wave after wave of euphoria washing through my body as my orgasm spilled over, filling him. “Fuck,” I gasped, feeling John slide out of me. I panted, trembling as I lay on Jervis.

“You both did so well,” John whispered, petting my hair as he leaned forward, kissing Jervis on the cheek. I weakly turned to him, and John kissed my lips, smiling slightly.

I kissed back before he pulled away, my entire body warm and covered in sweat.

I sighed, attempting to move once I finally got my heart rate back to normal.

Jervis’s legs were wrapped around my hips, holding me in place. “J-Jervis,” I said, a soft laugh leaving my lips as he began kissing me, petting my hair.

“So good,” He praised, making me roll my eyes.

“Jervis I have to— to get off of you,” I laughed.

He reluctantly nodded, untangling himself from me as we both pulled away. He pressed another kiss to my cheek as we did so.

I leaned back, trying to catch my breath. “You felt amazing,” I said, directed to both of them.

John hummed, nodding. “You both did very well,” His voice was back to normal, his accent still there but not as prominent. “You should both be proud a’yourselves and also go shower— I’m gonna go wash this,” He said, leaving before I could get a good look at him.

I sighed, looking over at Jervis. He was snoring.

#dork squad #Nova's rambles #the riddler #mad hatter #riddler #scarecrow #nsft fanfic #jervis tetch #hattercrow #scriddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #smut fic #smut #6.2k

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purplelurkinghini · 12 days

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Hate at first sight scriddler? Lol

Send me a reverse trope + ship and I’ll finally write something a drabble

He thought he could stomach the sight of Jonathan Crane’s sour face from behind the burlap sack. However, him having cut holes for his steely blue eyes did mean Edward Nygma was getting cut to the bone.

‘When they told me you were going underground,’ he began, his baritone voice bouncing off of the concrete walls, ‘I assumed it would be a basement.’

‘How did you find me?’ The Riddler, the man who claims to have all the answers, asked.

‘I have your calling card,’ he motioned as if he was about to pull out such a card from one of the patches on his matted coat. After producing nothing save for an awkward silence, he proceeded. ‘Your clues, Edward.’

‘I left no prints, no paper-trail, no clues,’ he got heated, spitting fire directly into the man’s masked face as if to set it on fire.

‘You always do,’ he threw his eyes at him like daggers. ‘You can’t help yourself. Especially when you’ve failed to fill your prescription.’

‘I’m not your patient anymore, Crane!’

‘Not Crane,’ he corrected him, a needle suddenly appearing between the suffocating space between them. ‘Scarecrow.’

The first time Edward met him, he addressed him as Crane and doctor. But that was back when Dr. Jonathan Crane was still legally sane and working at Arkham Asylum. It was back when he still had power over Edward, still had a hold on his thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to get a hold of his patient’s mind back then. And he resented the doctor for it, for the sharpness of his eyes and how they sunk under his skin.

Now, as he is aquatinted with the Scarecrow for the first time, he sunk right back into those cold blue eyes and breathed in the burning flame that Dr. Crane had once ignited

‘You’re hiding in the dark like a rat, waiting for a bat to follow the breadcrumbs,’ Scarecrow spoke over the silence. ‘He’ll eat you alive, as he always does. Unless-’

‘Unless?’

‘We add poison at the end of the trail.’ The Scarecrow presented the syringe again. It was filled with distilated fear.

‘Are you making me an offer?’

‘No, Edward,’ he smiled behind the loose stitching, all chapped lips and yellowed teeth. ‘You’re asking me for help with your pest problem.’

Edward was ready to retch, to protest the man’s presumptions, when a shadow moved across his monitor: it was the pest passing a security camera.

‘I hate you.’

‘I know.’

#Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #Edward Nygma #Riddler #scriddler #RiddleCrow #my fanfic #fanfic #drabble

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disacurveball · 5 months

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“Jervis. What in hell is a War Chester Sure Sauce?”

The man in question’s head whips around, debating on whether or not to throw the pack of Bourbon biscuits in his hand at Jonathan’s head.

(The Dorks go to Tescos.)

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luckyspade-8 · 4 months

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To @sirshiba Happy holidays! I had fun writing this and I hope I did your version of Scarecrow and Riddler justice!

Scriddler

That Damned Parasite of Joy

Words:750 tw:none

Trying to shake off the nerves, Jonathan reposition his arms on Ed's shoulders.

"I am not thrilled about this."

"For one who gets excited at the thought of fear, I would think you would be enthralled with this. All of these high strung beings, who could easily break from one of silver tongue."

"You know damn well I hate any social gathering. It's even worse you brought me to a Holiday Gala, Edward."

"Oh Please, spare me from your sharp word of anguish til after we leave with the information of our enemies."

Sighing, Johnathan continues to awkwardly sway to the music with Ed leading. How he even got here is ridiculous. All it took was Ed using his confounding words of 'intelligence' to get him in this ill fitting suit. Sneaking in was the easy part, but now getting out seemed impossible without the crowds staring at them trying to leave. Especially when Ed chose to wear a eye catching forest glitter green suit.

Choosing to keep dancing, Jon stares into his partners face. The crystal lights reflecting off Ed's gold frames certainly didn't help the sinking feeling. The harsh coldness of the vast ballroom pulling him close to Edward was even worse. God, Johnathan hated this time of year.

The demand to spend money on the people who are suppose to care about you unconditionally have their unspoken conditions met, the annoyingly colorful ads to buy snotty brats the toy of the year and of course. The worst of the all. The cursed plant he hated every single year. The little bunch of parasite plants hung so high. The thing that cause much pain in school dances. That-

"Would you look at that. Mistletoe. Do you know, it comes from three different parasite families. Notably, the most well-known are Viscum, Phoradendron, and Arceuthobium, all of which are members of the family Santalaceae. And of course, the well known saying from Egland that kissing under it will lead to marriage no matter what. Of course, that's just a saying that morphed from Druids buring bonfires and an old Norse legend."

Feeling the dread, Johnathan looks up and sees the dread parasite. Of course. A witches broom. Fuck, it aint the same thing but who cares. Before his face starts to burn with shame, John tries to shuffle away from the bushel of green leaves and white toxic berries. Feeling Edward stop him, John gulps down the fear threatening to spill out his mouth and look back at him.

"So. We both stuck in this predicament. A socially filled room and eyes are starting to fall on us. Of course, if you don't wish to do anything, You don't have to. I would never make you do anything you truly would hate, I'm not that cruel."

Taking a deep breath, Johnathan takes one look over of Ed. The crooked nose he came to adore, the cow lick in his hair that Ed would always avoid calling it that, the rooster tail in the back of his hair that stuck up and how his face would get frustrated when Jon used such words describe him. Edward may be one damn stubborn bastard, but he was the only one Jon would trust to kiss him.

Sighing with a non existing smile, Jonathan simply rolls his eyes hearing Ed go on about how incredibly kind he is before tapping his shoulder.

"Make it quick then."

"Of course, I wouldn't keep one waiting for such a lovely reward. An honor to be given affection from an intelligent being such as I. And furthermore-"

"Oh for the love of that's all holy."

Johnathan pulls the ginger man into a kiss, feeling the sudden warmth of his body temperature. Feeling the eyes starting to pull towards them, Jonathan pulls away. Before Edward could rant and rave about chivalry and ideals, Johnathan put his hand onto Ed's shoulder.

"You make this terrible season almost tolerable."

As the words hit Edward's keen ears, the classic shit eating grin spread across his face.

"Of course, I'm a wonderful delight to be around. To be blessed with such insight-"

"Don't make me regret saying that out loud."

Feeling content, Edward finally shut up.

For all of 5 seconds when he saw someone eating calamari and goes on a tirade on how elitist it is to enjoy something so gross yet expensive. Oh well, it something to ignore the never ending nerves of dread.

#scriddler #fanfic #scarecrow x riddler #riddler #scarecrow #not my versions of them #hope you like it!

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stryshttu · 1 year

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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

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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year

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Sometimes I think I should do a Scriddler fanfic for the only reason I never saw people writing their dinamic as Cecilos but fucked up and evil.

I need my Riddler with weird radio host vibes who is a genius but on a unconvencional way and manipulate people in a whim but it's really bad with other people secrets and my Scarecrow to be the socially ackward overly curious scientist who loves his work to obcessive levels, is convencionaly smart, mesures all his worlds and is very confused by this guy who is super vocal about his crush on him.

I want Eddie destroying the life of a random hairdresser because they gave Jon a bad haircurt and how dare they do that with Jon's perfect hair (and since I want Eddie to have Cecil's obcession but Jon to not be convencionally atractive like Carlos is this will make Jon rly confused because Edward was the only person who thought his hair was perfect to beging with). I want Jon to talk about how sometimes you spend a lot of time thinking someone has bad intentions when they are actually genuine as his declaration.

I want them to be apart and Jon to lie about how he got it worse to spare Eddie's feelings while Eddie goes into a depressive episode because he is alone (or Cecil learning to not be codependent, Carlos learning to be more open and me learning that I rly love angst).

I want Edward having to face the fact that there are parts of Jonathan live he doesn't know and will never know as he finds bits of the reasons Jon came to Gotham until his digging causes their first major fight.

#i stopped the post in this point because even though i'm following the recent wtnv episodes now I want to rewatch the old ones #i miss old woman josie #has been years and I still miss her #wtnv #cecilos #scriddler #edward nygma #riddler #jonathan crane #scarecrow #also i need to read more cecilos fanfic #specially cecil angst and hurt/confort #also this post made me realize that the reason i ship scriddler is the fucked up and evil cecilos potential no one else sees #i mean i already knew I shipped them for the potential dinamics and not for the cannon ones #as most of my ships are based on potential dinamics and transformative work #specially in comic books #where nothing is consistent and eternal as it is something wrote by multiple people over multiple years in different medias #and for different audiences #cannon is rly more of a recomendations guide than a law to abide by #super hero comics are one of the best spaces for transformative work because of that

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balthazarusrex · 7 days

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Of Burlap and Canes

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Jonathan Crane/Edward Nygma

Fandom: Codotverse/Rogues! The Podcast, DC Universe

Summary:

In the aftermath of long healed compound fracture, Jon suffers from chronic pain. Ed just wants to help.

#Whump #scriddler #disabled characters #whumpril2024 #jonathan crane #edward nygma #codotverse #fanfiction #fanfic

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blackiraven · 11 months

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I recently played “Vampire: TMB”, so it was born...

This rough sketch was written in a few nights when I had free time between writing my master's thesis. Therefore, I do not know if it is possible for this vampire au to continue.

The Bloody Kiss of a Nightmare.

Again, night slowly crept out from behind the distant horizon and pounced on the cramped city. Darkness filled all the small corners, swallowed the inaccessible tops of multi-storey buildings. The rays of the warm sun could no longer protect mortals, and therefore the creatures of evil once again broke out into the fresh, frosty air. Hunger and thirst with internecine strife pulled them, like a leash, on a new hunt.

And only in one place did darkness and gloom always live. A lair hidden from everyone underground, a real frozen crypt right under the city center. The perfect home for one of the most dangerous creatures. The stone walls absorbed all the noise of streets and houses coming from above. Several small rooms seemed endless because of the viscous blackness in which the interior items were drowned. The owner saw everything perfectly and was guided. But the light sources were still present here: a lot of burning candles lined up in long rows and illuminated the road. It was a small gesture of hospitality.

The sounds of light and calm footsteps resounded on all sides. The newly arrived guest knew perfectly well and realized where fate had brought him today. Riddler's cane was confidently knocking on the floor, creating a rhythm that relieves tension. All the short way he was carefully accompanied by a tall and nimble shadow, jumping from wall to wall. The twitching flame of the candles molded different images and different creatures from human nightmares out of the shadows. - You came to me... - Scarecrow whispered with satisfaction and even a little surprised when Riddler reached the library - a source of valuable knowledge about vampires, ancient magic and alchemy. This collection accumulated over decades is always proudly displayed to every visitor of the abode of fear. - Your invitation was too attractive.- a silk-gloved hand slipped noiselessly under the emerald jacket and took out a neatly opened envelope. This letter, written in the old-fashioned way, with pen and ink, was brought by the black raven, personally into the hands of Nygma. On paper Crane expressed his great desire to meet with him. And some lines were able to reach out and gently touch the strings of the soul and the curiosity of Riddler.

"Your image is stuck in my head. You collect paper birds from my thoughts and release them into free flight."

Thin threads of darkness intertwined in front of Edward into a viscous clot. From this mixture of whispers and barely perceptible screams of each victim, a tall and thin figure came out to him, covered with patches of black-brown leather sewn with large seams and wrapped with thick ropes. Long hair partially concealed a pale, sharp face. - Hello, Edward. I'm glad you decided to come here. You don't have to be afraid of me.- the hoarse voice tried to sound polite and restrained. The clawed hands slowly reached out to the warm human palm. Riddler did not resist and allowed Scarecrow to take off his glove and kiss the soft skin with thin icy lips.

"My job is to pick up a mask of horror for everyone, but I don't want my art to creep into your mind."

- Nice to meet you, Jonathan. Let me guess, a powerful vampire like you called me in order to... - feeling slight goosebumps caused by the dead cold, Edward smoothly pulled his hand back to stroke the monster standing in front of him on his sunken cheek.

- Yes... I want to taste you... drink you.- baring his long, thin fangs, Crane growled excitedly and buried his nose in the tender palm in order to enjoy the smell and warmth of the blood circulating in the vessels a little more. When ordinary people fall into the lair of a Scarecrow, they are doomed to cruel death and complete draining, but Riddler was special. The blood in his veins is unique, valuable. Bloody ambrosia, vampire wine, moon blood – there are many names, but the meaning is the same. This magnificent taste will bring any vampire to ecstasy and overwhelm with crushing power. Edward Nygma actively uses his peculiarity and quickly took a cozy place among the vampires of Gotham. There are only a few like him all over the world, and at the moment it is unknown how the owners of this blood appear. That is why Riddler was never afraid of vampires, but, on the contrary, tamed them and subdued them. The most obedient, loyal and dutiful are rewarded with a couple of sips of golden blood. Killing or incarcerating these precious people is punishable for any creature, so Eddie has long since exchanged human society for vampire society.

The invitation from Jonathan Crane is a great success, as he is a very strong, cruel and deadly vampire, sorcerer and scientist. And Nygma wished to have such a useful ally. - Oh, how straightforward. I like the openness of your kind. And how can fear satisfy a genius?- Riddler switched to a playful whisper, which pleased Scarecrow. The glove fell off the second hand and there was more pleasant warmth. These touches felt different and stirred up everything long dead inside. He came close to his guest and carefully examined the undistorted fear face. A sly smile, but not cutting the spine, a soft and full of life look. Soaked in dark magic, the body clearly caught every breath and heartbeat. A charming and alluring melody that will evoke memories of a past life for everyone and awaken echoes of faded human feelings.

"I began to be interested in the magic of dreams, as I would love to visit your dreams."

- The embodiment of fear will never encroach on you. I can come to you in dangerous moments - just think about me. Your best subordinates will be able to learn some useful things from me, if they can survive it, of course. In return, I want the opportunity to study your phenomenon and taste it. But don't flirt with my loyalty, Mr. Nygma, it can make me very angry...- in order to think soberly and not accidentally overdo it, John, reluctantly, was forced to stop the velvet touches. He is one of those who was able to break the bonds of his relatives and kill the one who turned him, take all strength for himself, and then also get and absorb the past generation.

At first it was only a scientific interest, a craving for study and discovery in a clouded offshoot. But after finding out the details about the first known owner of moon blood in Gotham, the vampire began to attract something to him. - Perfect. And you haven't seen how I play my games yet. You might like it.- but Edward was not at all afraid of Crane's well-known reputation, for him it was a new and large-scale game, a long and exciting round. Scarecrow's offers and patronage completely suited him. The figures were placed, the cards were distributed. The first move is to conclude a contract. Riddler defiantly loosened his green tie and unbuttoned the first buttons of his white shirt.

- Do you trust me with your neck? Will you let me leave a mark and make you mine?- Jonathan shook his head curiously. Straight claws carefully walked up the chest and straightened the ironed collar. The source of the holy blood opened to him like a flower awakened after winter, like a juicy fruit that is about to fall from a tree. The smell of this man captivated the vampire, intoxicated him and invited him. - Believe me, I am confident in myself. And in you, Professor Crane.- with a strong grip, Riddler grabbed Scarecrow's shoulders and brazenly pressed himself against an almost new ally so as not to lose his balance in the future. But Jonathan quickly joined in a short flirtation and picked him up, holding him by the waist and head. The bared fangs approached the skin, the nostrils inhaled an attractive smell again, the long tongue slowly licked the appropriate place. - Mmm... when is a human's blood ready for vampire consumption? When it boils up with anticipation…-

"Will you allow me to taste a piece of you and appropriate it for myself?"

Abruptly, like a beast, Crane clung to Nygma's neck, right into the cherished artery. For the first time, Scarecrow's bite was intentionally painless. Bloody ambrosia poured in large streams down his throat to his stopped heart. Riddler immediately tensed, stiffened, but after a second he went limp in his hands and began to moan loudly from the pleasure that a bite creates by mutual consent. Deep sighs and shudders awakened a vampire growl. It was indescribable, every sip gave a feeling of sweet oblivion and rebirth. It was as if there was no turning into a vampire. All the forgotten human pleasures are entwined in a single euphoria. The grains of good memories formed into rich and colorful pictures. The warm, spicy drink turned his head and carried far-far away that he could reach the moon. The blood he drank filled him with strength and new thoughts, reflections. The incessant human groans of bliss made the harsh vampire melt and drop a couple of unsalted tears. John will forever remember the scent of blood and the special rhythm of the heartbeat with breathing, by which he will be able to find Edward among the crowd, and even underground. This valuable life is in his hands and now he will not allow anyone to take his treasure. At the right moment, Scarecrow stopped and licked a deep bite mark. Riddler, still arriving in the semblance of an orgasm, lost consciousness due to blood loss and continued to breathe deeply. - Finally, you're mine... - Crane licked lips that had absorbed the blood and then kissed Nygma to grab a little more vital warmth. Now the embodiment of horror and nightmare protects the mortal prince of puzzles, who will cherish his tamed vampire. Perhaps this is the beginning of something more than just a union.

"I collect other people's screams, crying and pleas for mercy. But now my goal is your groan, which will rise above all the exhibits."

#if there are mistakes in the text then I sorry #yes I love romantic John #vampire au #fanfic #scriddler #riddlecrow #scarecrow #riddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #Blacki's fanfiction #bad english

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lawful-evil-novelist · 1 year

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Needlework Flowers

I wasn't sure what to write for today's @fluffbruary prompts and I was busy so it's a little later and a little shorter than usual. I ended up using the prompt needle literally as a reference to cross-stitch. On Ao3 here.

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That Friday was a lazy one. With snow falling outside and no reason to go out, Jonathan and Edward had stayed in bed late, and had only just gotten out of bed for lunch. In truth, they’d just moved their lazing to the couch, if they were being honest with themselves.

Edward had decided to settle on Jonathan's lap and stare up at the cross-stitch hoop he was working on. From the underside the carefully stitched lines of colorful thread seemed incomprehensible, and Edward wondered how the chaos under the hoop translated so perfectly over it.

Jonathan's thin hands and slender, calloused fingertips seemed perfectly suited for the delicate work, and his thimbled index finger tapped at the stretched cloth lightly as he felt for the needle at each downstitch. His eyes followed the pattern, wholly focused on the task in his hands. There was this focus to Jonathan when he did anything Edward would’ve called housework. Cooking, baking, knitting, sewing, hell, even working an engine brought out this practiced concert in Jonathan, like the task in front of him was the only thing he needed to worry about, the only thing that mattered. Edward thought it was the most attractive thing about him, and the perfect time to watch, soak in every feature.

"What are you making?" Edward asked.

“Honeysuckle,” Jonathan answered, but didn’t elaborate further. Edward stared up at the yellows and oranges and reds and greens stitched into the back of the cloth. He couldn’t see the pattern, but he was sure it was there.

Edward inched a hand along the edge of Jonathan’s hip, feeling along the jutting bone, covered in soft skin. Jonathan didn’t flinch or look down at him. After a few more stitches, he poked the needle into the base fabric and took Edward’s hand lightly, peering past his embroidery hoops to smile down at Edward.

“I’m borin’ you, ain’t I?” he guessed, and Edward sighed.

“I could watch you stitch flowers all day,” he replied. Jonathan set the hoop aside and leaned over Edward, brushing his fingers through his hair. His own hair fell in combed out curls, still a little damp from the shower. Jonathan paused and popped his lips.

“I need a drink,” he remarked flatly.

Edward sat up and went over to the fridge.

“Do we have sweet tea?” he asked, opening the door.

“I think I made some last week,” Jonathan stood up. “I can get it myself, Eddie.”

“I want to get it,” Edward insisted, finding the tea pitcher and removing it from the fridge. “I like taking care of you.”

Jonathan leaned on the counter and pecked Edward on the cheek. “Well then thank you darlin’; that’s sweet.”

“Oh I get a genuine ‘darling’ for getting you tea, I see.”

“Eddie,” Jonathan began, then let out a laugh when Edward hugged him tightly around the waist. Edward returned the cheek peck, then kissed Jonathan tenderly.

“You’re welcome,” he said softly before going to get one of the ice trays and a glass.

Edward filled the glass with ice, then tea, and slid it across the counter to Jonathan. After a few sips, Jonathan opened his arm and Edward slipped into the offered embrace, returning it gently and resting his head on Jonathan’s shoulder.

“Why were you making honeysuckle?” he asked.

“Just practicin’,” Jonathan answered. “It’s for a birthday gift.”

“Let’s see,” Edward said thoughtfully, smirking. “Honeysuckle is the birth flower for the same month as roses. That’s June.”

“Mmhm.”

“And I’m the only person you’d do all that work for that was born in June.”

“Oh, we’re really thinkin’, ain’t we?” Jonathan grinned.

“What’re you planning on making me, Jonny?”

“You’ll have to wait and see like everyone else, Eddie?”

“Ah, how cruel,” Edward joked, kissing Jonathan on his jaw. “My own personal traitor, so beloved, so reviled.”

Jonathan took another long sip, smiling.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

#scriddler #domestic fluff #jonathan crane #edward nygma #batman fanfic #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023

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dead-beef · 1 year

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Better Strangers will be getting a Chapter 2 after 5 years hiatus!!

#posting it later this week #when I tell you I have been thinking about this fic for literally 5 years I #The sudden motivation to write fanfic bursting through bc i have nothing to do in my work breaks #is this my last time writing scriddler fic before I move on to star trek and kylo ren fics??? who knows!#scriddler #batman #fan fiction #riddler #scarecrow

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riddletoxin · 8 days

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I apologize for the delay. I’m in the middle of college exams AND moving, so the stress has been heavy.

Here are the rooms for chapter twelve on!

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/53119303)

#edward nygma #jonathan crane #the riddler #scriddler #ao3 fanfic #batman #fanfic #riddler #riddletoxin

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that3nbytrash · 2 years

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Nothing Special

General Scarecrow x Riddler; 2.9k words

Thank you to @finniestoncrane for being my muse, my mentor, and my beta reader for this fic. What started out as a "oh, how interesting would this be to write lol" quickly turned into "oh God I have written over 10k of smut 😳" and I don't think I would have been able to have the confidence to actually write this if it weren't for Finnie. You should definitely go check out her stuff when you finish reading this! It's really good!!

Hank would like to remind folks: minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: masturbation, handjob, humiliation?, mention of being drunk towards the end (in a memory), desperation, scriddler shenanigans.

::readmore::

Edward Nygma paced back and forth in his lair, unsure of what to do with the flannel left behind by the only person that he could ever consider a friend.

Jonathan had been over just that morning to discuss the recent shipment of carbogen, a crucial ingredient to its signature Fear Toxin. But it left in a hurry, causing it to accidentally leave its favorite flannel behind in Edward's lair.

Which wouldn't be a problem for Edward. If it didn't smell like the one he so desperately lusted for. He couldn't get the scent out of his mind. So when Jonathan left he grabbed the shirt and hid it under his mattress for safe keeping.

But now as he laid on his bed, he wanted nothing more than to put his arms around it and inhale that particular aroma that seemed to always surround the garment. He tossed his phone onto the bed next to him and let out a frustrated sigh.

He hated not knowing what to do.

He'd never felt this way about someone before. He'd previously dated both men and women alike, but they had all been superficial relationships that never lasted. This was different.

And he hated it. Not because it wasn't fun or appealing. No, he adored every little thing about it. There was no denying how much he wanted Jonathan. But the feelings were still so new to him. And so confusing.

The scent taunted Edward as he lay there, trying to center himself before he did something he would regret. His emotions were already getting out of hand. And he really didn't want to deal with the thought of Jonathan right now.

But even the act of trying not to think of Jonathan brought an unwanted smile to his face. He loved being its confidant so much; and he hated being apart from it after a long day of crime. Even if Jonathan wasn't physically there, the smell of it on its flannel called to him like a siren's melody.

He rolled over and buried his head into the pillow, his cheeks burning at the mere thought of Jonathan. Why was he feeling this way? They weren't anything special to each other.

...

... Right?

...

... Edward sighed again. He knew deep down that he cared deeply about Jonathan. But could he actually say he loved him? Would Jonathan accept such a claim?

His fingers traced the worn material of the flannel as he thought it through.

Wasn't love just a chemical reaction? A biochemical reaction meant that you felt things for another person, right? So maybe the chemicals inside his body made him feel these things.

But what else could it mean? He was attracted to Jonathan as a person, not a chemical reaction! That didn't seem plausible, either.

What if he was just infatuated with Jonathan as a specimen? Could it happen? He certainly had been drawn to his specimens before, but this was different somehow. It was different with Jonathan. Different and yet, eerily similar.

Edward pulled the shirt to his nose to take another sniff. It definitely smelt like Jonathan; there was no doubt about that. It felt warm on his skin. Comforting. As if nothing bad would happen if he wore it. As if everything was going to turn out okay… and for the first time since coming to this wretched world, he believed it.

Maybe he should wear it. Maybe it would help calm his nerves.

Maybe it would make him fall in love.

Edward slipped the shirt on over his head and smiled as it sat comfortably across his shoulders. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The sweet smell made his head swim.

It didn't smell like his lab at all. It smelled like a home he didn't have anymore. Like a family he hadn't ever got the chance to be a part of.

This was probably what the scent of it reminded him of. The one he'd been missing.

Edward took a step toward the mirror and stood in front of it with a determined look on his face. He raised his hands and reached out to touch the glass. He pressed his forehead against it, looking directly into the reflection that was staring back.

"Why can't I have you, Jonathan?" he whispered, his voice wavering. "You're my best friend... my only friend..."

Edward took off the flannel and sniffed it again, this time allowing himself to imagine that Jonathan was with him. Holding him close. Kissing him. Edward's heart swelled. He wanted Jonathan. All of him. Every inch.

Edward closed his eyes and leaned against the mirror. He imagined Jonathan was in his arms, kissing him gently, running his fingers through his hair, his hands gliding along his waist, pressing him against the cold surface of the glass. He felt himself getting aroused as he imagined it.

He rubbed his hardening member through his pants as he imagined the feeling of Jonathan's lips upon his own, its tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth, its hips thrusting upwards eagerly, its fingers stroking him slowly, giving him a gentle massage…

Edward moaned softly, letting his eyes slip shut, imagining Jonathan above him. He could practically see those familiar blue eyes gazing down at him. Could almost hear its soft humming and feel its breath fanning across his neck. He could practically smell the mint on its breath as their lips met.

He wanted Jonathan so badly. He needed Jonathan. With every fiber of his being. The thought alone made him ache with need.

Edward's breathing became more ragged with each passing moment, and his erection strained against his pants. He struggled to unbuckle his belt as he imagined Jonathan taking care of him. He tugged open his fly, sliding out of his boxers and shivering at the cool air against his throbbing cock.

The soft fabric of Jonathan's flannel brushed against Edward's thigh. It felt like silk rubbing against his sensitive skin. Edward took off the flannel and palmed his cock through the worn material. His grip tightened as he began to stroke, his vision starting to blur at the edges as he imagined what Jonathan would taste like against his skin. What Jonathan would do to him. How it would feel to be wrapped tightly around Jonathan's cock… how it would ride him hard and fast….

His orgasm was coming faster than he anticipated. He groaned loudly as he came, his dick pulsing as he released his load into the soft fabric that started this mess. The last remnants of his orgasm faded quickly after as he realized what he just did.

"What the hell am I doing!" Edward cried, dropping the cum-soaked flannel onto the ground beside him. He covered his face and let out another frustrated groan as his body tried to cool down.

He felt tears pricking at his eyes as he contemplated the fact that he just lost control. Just let his hormones get the better of him, and his libido led him to act irrationally.

Edward was usually careful and cautious about what he allowed himself to feel. He had to be. Or else he risked destroying his friendship with Jonathan. He couldn't afford to lose that now. Not when they finally had grown to trust each other.

A small knock sounded at the door. Edward didn't move, afraid of who he suspected to be out there.

"Edward?"

Edward froze. Oh shit. He hadn't heard Jonathan return yet, had he?

"Are you in there, Edward?"

Oh fuck, it had come back too soon. He quickly got up, pulled his clothes back on, gathered up the flannel and stuffed it back into the drawer before Jonathan entered.

He saw his friend enter the room, carrying a box labeled 'carbogen' in its arms. Jonathan glanced around the room, its brow furrowing in confusion as it noticed the wet spot on the floor. "What happened here?"

Edward looked down at his feet, guilt pooling in his stomach as he tried to come up with a believable lie. "I.. uh..."

Jonathan placed the bag of groceries on the ground. It approached Edward and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Hey, are you okay?"

Edward nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Jonathan narrowed its eyes and shook its head. "Don't bullshit me. Are you sick?"

"No," Edward replied firmly. "No, I'm perfectly fine."

Jonathan studied him closely, searching for any sign of illness, before releasing his arm and backing up a few steps. "Okay. If you're sure…"

Edward breathed a soft sigh of relief. He could hardly believe how lucky he was that Jonathan didn't question him further.

They stared each other down for a while. Both waiting for the other to say something. To break the awkward tension that hung thick in the air between them. Finally, Jonathan broke it.

"I left my flannel here earlier when I left, and I was wondering if you knew where had I put it?" Jonathan asked.

Edward swallowed hard, knowing full well where he had seen it last. "Uh, no, no I don't."

"How unfortunate, but thank you anyway." Jonathan nodded politely as it turned to leave. But it suddenly stopped in its tracks, turning to face Edward once again. "Wait a minute."

Edward tensed up again. His heart skipped a beat as Jonathan walked back over to him. This was it. Jonathan was going to end their collaboration because Edward couldn't keep himself under control.

Jonathan reached forward and cupped Edward's cheek.

Edward stiffened. His breathing hitched, and he held his breath, waiting for Jonathan to pull away and shout at him for his actions.

Jonathan gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Edward."

Edward's mind went completely blank as Jonathan lifted its thumb up and gently stroked his cheek. Edward shivered and leaned into its hand. It felt good. It felt nice. It felt so nice. He never wanted it to stop.

Jonathan's gaze traveled down to Edward's mouth. It smirked slightly and bent down a little. Before Edward knew what was happening, Jonathan's lips were brushing against his own. Its kiss was soft and gentle.

Edward felt his face redden. Jonathan kissed him deeper, pulling Edward closer by the hip. It tilted its head ever so slightly and ran its tongue lightly against Edward's bottom lip. Edward obliged, parting his lips slightly as Jonathan deepened the kiss.

Edward's arms slid up Jonathan's chest until he wrapped them around its neck. Jonathan placed its hands around Edward's waist, its fingers brushing against his bare skin. Jonathan moved closer. Edward parted his legs slightly, wanting Jonathan to take even more advantage of what little space was left between them. Jonathan smiled into the kiss as it lowered its lips back towards Edward's.

"You know," Jonathan murmured, its voice low and husky. "If we were together, we wouldn't have to hide anything from each other."

"O-oh? What makes you say that-" Jonathan cut Edward off with another kiss. Edward kissed it back, completely unaware of Jonathan reaching into the drawer and pulling out its flannel.

"Have you stolen other things from me for your own pleasure? Or did you just take advantage of me leaving it here? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Jonathan asked, pulling back just enough to speak.

Edward blinked. "What?"

Jonathan rolled its eyes and grabbed Edward's shirt collar, pinning him against the wall. It then held the flannel against Edward's cheek. "Does this belong to you?"

"No," Edward said quickly. "It belongs to you."

Jonathan sighed and loosened its grip on Edward's shirt collar. "And why is that, Edward?"

Edward's eyes widened. Jonathan knew. Somehow, somehow, Jonathan had found out what he had done. He felt panic rising inside as Jonathan flashed him a sadistic smile. "Did you really think you could hide things from me forever?" it asked mockingly.

"I... I didn't-"

"Shhhh!" Jonathan interrupted, raising one finger to silence him. Edward stayed silent. "You can't lie to me anymore."

"I... I was only..." Edward stammered helplessly, unable to finish the sentence. He didn't dare look into Jonathan's eyes, fearing what he might see there. Fearful that he might find out what a terrible person Edward truly was.

Jonathan smiled again and kissed Edward tenderly. "Don't worry, Eddy boy."

Edward closed his eyes as Jonathan caressed his cheek. He felt Jonathan's warm breath against his ear. "I won't tell anyone."

Edward opened his eyes and gazed into Jonathan's. He could see the sincerity in Jonathan's eyes. He could see the love Jonathan felt for him. And he knew that Jonathan would never betray him. Never.

Jonathan pressed a soft kiss to Edward's forehead. Edward felt Jonathan's lips against his skin as Jonathan slowly eased its way down his forehead. When Jonathan reached his chin, it trailed kisses down to his neck, and then it rested it against his throat for a moment. It lingered there, pressing tiny kisses into Edward's neck. It nibbled at his Adam's apple.

Edward closed his eyes as a small moan escaped his lips.

Jonathan chuckled, running its teeth along Edward's jawline. It continued kissing its way across Edward's neck until it reached his collarbone.

"You taste so sweet, Edward," Jonathan said quietly, taking a few nips of Edward's flesh.

Edward bit his bottom lip and squeezed Jonathan's shoulders. He could feel his arousal building up within him again, threatening to spill over at any second.

Jonathan removed its lips from Edward's neck and trailed butterfly kisses down his chest. Its tongue grazed his skin, causing goosebumps to form all over Edward's body.

"Jonathan," Edward moaned as Jonathan began to trail kisses back up towards his lips. "Please."

"Yes, Eddy boy." Jonathan whispered huskily against his lips, kissing him softly.

Edward reached down and grasped hold of Jonathan's shirt as he guided it to lie down next to him. They fell onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. Edward pulled Jonathan closer, desperately trying to close the distance between their bodies. Their kiss deepened, becoming more intense as the need grew greater and greater.

Jonathan's hands roamed over Edward's naked skin and he arched upwards into its touch. Jonathan smiled against his lips and began placing gentle kisses down Edward's jawline.

Edward's legs tightened around Jonathan, pulling it impossibly closer. Edward moaned again, his whole body shaking in anticipation.

"I want you, Jonathan."

Jonathan didn't wait for him to finish his confession before it tugged at Edward's belt. With a quick motion it pushed his pants down his hips. Edward let his knees fall open for Jonathan as it slipped its fingers underneath the fabric of Edward's underwear.

Jonathan took in a sharp breath through its nose as its fingers brushed against Edward's erect cock.

Edward groaned as Jonathan began to play with his member, slowly stroking it with its fingers. Edward's entire body shuddered with every stroke. Jonathan smirked as it brought its hand to the base of Edward's shaft. It massaged it slowly, moving in and out of Edward's length.

Edward cried out in pleasure as it began to pump him. The feeling was incredible.

Jonathan kept working him, rubbing circles in between Edward's thighs with its free hand. A low, lusty growl vibrated through Jonathan's chest, reverberating throughout the room as it continued to stroke Edward relentlessly. Edward clenched Jonathan's hair in his fist, letting out a loud whine from the sensation.

Jonathan finally looked up at Edward with an evil smirk. "You sound like you are enjoying yourself."

Edward nodded eagerly.

Jonathan smirked again and began to stroke harder, faster, sensing how close he was. Edward let out a loud gasp as he came, spilling his seed all over the bed sheets below.

Jonathan's breathing became ragged and heavy as it stared hungrily at Edward's body. It pulled back, looking down at Edward with a smirk. It licked his cum off its fingers, and then licked him clean as it stared into Edward's wide green eyes, which were still glazed over.

Jonathan laid back down beside Edward, their bodies still intertwined. Edward stared up at the ceiling, too exhausted to move or do anything. All he could think about was how nice it felt to have Jonathan's weight over him and how amazing his kisses were. And how much Edward loved having him as close as possible.

After a few minutes of laying there, Jonathan spoke. "Hey," it mumbled. Edward turned his head towards Jonathan. "Do you remember when we first met?"

Edward thought for a moment. "Yeah, we were at the Iceberg Lounge and you were only there to try and find someone to help you get the drugs you needed. And you were drunk off your ass, weren't you? You told me everything was my fault, and that I made you sick."

Jonathan laughed softly. "That sounds about right."

Edward grinned and snuggled further into Jonathan's side, wrapping his arm securely around Jonathan's waist. "So you admit it."

Jonathan shrugged. "Well, yes. That's what alcohol does to us sometimes. But I'm not mad at you, Eddie."

"Hm, maybe you should be."

"Oh really? What makes you think that?"

"Because I was a jerk."

Jonathan chuckled. "Well, yeah, but you're my jerk now. Right, Eddie?" Edward smiled brightly. "Right."

"Now let's sleep," Jonathan said. Edward nodded, closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Edward."

"Night, Jonathan."

Edward fell asleep in Jonathan's embrace, feeling better than he had in years.

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