#jonathan crane scenario

[chainsawmanicure]

Jervis And Jonathan Burn Edward’s Sour Dough Starter Without Realizing Their Grave Mistake by chainsawmanicure

[blunighht]

Cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Lost Wedding Ring

"So...did you get a divorce?" Harley smirked. "Huh? I didn't get a divorce." You replied in confusion as Harley looked pointedly at your left ring finger. You noticed immediately what had happened within a loud gasp. "Where is my wedding ring!? I've lost my wedding ring! Oh my- I have to FLEE the COUNTRY!" That night when the rogue got home, you had to break the news.

Scarecrow: Surprisingly, he isn't too fussed about this like you are. "Why are you so calm about this!?" You asked at a loss. This was a strange question to ask as Jonathan was nearly always calm and collected. "It's a ring. A piece of jewellery. A circle of metal even." Jonathan replied smoothly. "It only represents our marriage. It doesn't define it." "...You remember how much money that ring is right?" You asked. "I remember. Besides, you've lost it in our home. It can't have gotten far. Worse comes to worst and I'll buy you a new one." Jonathan shrugged.

Two-Face: He groaned into his hands. “Right, don't panic. Where did you last have it?” Harvey asked calmly. “On my finger!” You replied with exasperation. “No, location wise!” He sighed. “Here.” You said quickly. “When was that?” He asked. “This morning.” “Right, we're retracing your steps.” He said standing up. “You're not angry?” You asked. “No, it happens.” He sighed. “Though I'll be a little annoyed if it's gone for good.” There was a pause. “Harv’ is quiet.” You said. “He's staying quiet because he's pissed.” Harvey answered.

Black Mask: "You fuckin' WHAT?" Roman is furious. “I just need to retrace my steps!” “You just need to fuckin’ find it! You know how much that thing cost!?” Roman himself got up and started storming around the place to place, room to room, hunting for the ring. “(Y/N), I swear-” He never finished the sentence, more aggravated than anything else. “If some leechy fuck finds it and steals it-” “Roman, you're freaking me out.” You said hurriedly. “As you should be! You lost your wedding ring that was tens of thousands of dollars!”

Mad Hatter: “Oh, it's here.” He said handing you a …teacup. “No…no Jervis, my wedding ring.” You showed him your hand, no ring to be found. He looked at it for a while but it was clear he wasn't getting it. “Did someone borrow it?” “My wedding ring? Why would I let someone borrow that?” You and and he shrugged. “...because they asked nicely?” He suggested. You blinked a few times. Maybe it's not so bad. Maybe this meant you could put your efforts into finding it without panicking he'd be upset.

The Riddler: You watched his left eye twitch as he processed what you said. "You better be joking. You didn't torment me for months on end to buy you a ring and get married just for you to lose it te-..." The Riddler pulled something up on his computer. "TEN MONTHS into marriage." The Riddler stared you down. "You better find it because I'm not buying you a new one. I wanted to use all my money for my plans and you pestered me into buying you a ring. Go find it. My aortic valve is pulsing. I can feel the grey hairs surfacing in my hair follicles." You rubbed your temples. "I'm stressed." "You're stressed!? I'm stressed! You're a contagious ball of insignificant unnecessary stress!”

[everlastingauthor]

Imagine🤒🤧😷

Imagine taking care of Jonathan when he's sick; he insisted that he wasn't sick when getting ready for work, only to pass out when walking towards the door. You were annoyed as you carried him to bed and got him changed into some comfortable pajamas. You placed a lukewarm washcloth on the top of his head and left a note that you were running to the store. When you returned with a bag of medicine and soup, you saw Jonathan trying to get out of bed and again get ready for work. You scolded him back into bed and told him if he wanted to be back at work he needed to rest. After a bit of back and forth, Jonathan agreed to lie down and rest. He was actually kind of grateful that you were taking care of him.

The soup you made helped Jonathan's stomach feel less like shit; you would have taken a bit of medicine that helped with his headache and body aches. His voice was absolutely destroyed, so you would bring him tea with honey and lemon; Jonathan would tell you to keep your distance since he didn't want you to get sick as well. At the same time he wasn't wondering how he got sick, he was always on top of his health and hygiene, maybe one of his patients got him sick.

Jonathan would fall asleep due to his fever or the medicine, whenever you walked in the room. He would have a book in his hands or paperwork; you would close his book and set aside the paperwork. You eventually got Jonathan to take a hot bath to sweat out his fever; while he was bathing, you would wash the blankets, sheets, and pillowcases. And set a small trash can by the bed just in case. After Jonathan changed into some fresh pajamas, he felt a bit better and his voice sounded less destroyed. You checked his fever and saw it went down a bit.

After making Jonathan some more soup and giving him some medicine, he was out for the night. The next morning, he felt better, like he was reborn again; he stood up and stretched but stopped when he heard sounds from the bath; he stepped towards the bathroom and saw you throwing up. He sighed realizing he got you sick and would have to take another day of work to now care for you.

[finz-art]

Just for a moment his world seems to go silent with only one sensation remaining...

1/4, 2/4, 3/4, 4/4

[callsigncrash]

“The 31st” is such a Jonathan Crane song. If I could still write decently, I’d make it a fic 😭

[ladyof1000masks]

I'm gonna set up a scenario for ya.

Imagine: You've been captured and strapped to a table by Scarecrow (I envisioned Arkham Knight Scarecrow). You somehow manage to slip one of your arms free and just as he's looming over to inject you. You grab him at him blindly. Instead of catching his hand or wrist, you capture a fistful of Scarecock and balls.

Squeezing the peach is a valid defense tactic against men, at least that's what your self-defense instructor swears by. Then again she has been to court repeatedly for sexual harassment...

However, staring into the cold cloudy blue eyes of Scarecrow while you're aggressively fondling his junk makes for an intensely awkward situation. You hear a dry chuckle fall from his tattered lips.

Whatever happens next is up to you. <3

[amor-godess-of-love]

Ok, but how funny would be, if Jonathan's crows decided that they had enough of they father being single and took matters into they own wings, becoming best wingmates to they master of fear?

Like you, just random person walking along the streets of Gotham only to suddenlly be harassed by flock of crows. They caw at you, pretend to swoop and steal something of you, until you finally decide to fallow them. Little rascals bring you to current hideout that Jonathan uses.

The man himself wil be so embarrassed as he is force to apologise to this random person, while his crows look at him with expectation and "We found you a mate , father!" look on they little beaks. They look so proud of themselves... They brought they master biggest and best gift they could, now they want to cuddle with him and they new "mum/father/parent" as a reward.

Dr. Crane starts awkward at first conversation with that person. But it's slowly get's more natural and Jonathan realises that he can connect with that person, under threat of crow strike he invited the person to meet again. Because ofcourse his feather kids know what they dad need and they already consider you part of the flock....

Congratulations, you got kidnapped by flock of crows and befriend Jonathan Crane. You officially another parent to them. Good luck, you will need it👍

Warning: Oc related staff:

This scenario got inspired after I found some old chapters and drafts I wrote to my fanfiction involving my oc.

So after first meeting with Scarecrow, the same day Jagna moves back to Gotham. Also after brief second meeting, after Jonathan find out that Jagna was one of proffesors caught by Riddler and used into his new game. He threatenes Edward to to stop the game and let her go. Well he does, but he brings her to hideout to find out her relationship with Jonathan and why "big bad Scarecrow" cares for "nobody" like her. This is how she meet and acquaintances herself with both Jervis and Edward.

This is the third meeting. Dr. Dobór in recent news sees recording of Scarecrow getting beat pretty badly by Batman but managing to escapes, she get's worried, but has no ability to contact him. In meanwhile Jonathan licks his wounds in hideout, but his crows get worried for they "master". Not like they can fly and get Edward or Jervis help (Edward was out of Gotham and Jervis by then was recaptured). This is when they decided to lead Jagna to hideout to help Jonathan. (Unlike scenario I described above, here crows already know her). Rest of chapter is awkward catching up and talking about what happened between them, while little rascals try to get they "parents" back together...

[rilakkumariddler]

just little stuff from the week :3

//All these below have suggestive text btw

//NSFW BELOWWW NOTHING SHOWN BUT STILL WARNING!!!

[floragators]

Based on a baking video by Dylan Hollis on a civil war cake which is honestly my favorite skit because of how fucking hilarious and memorable the lines are.

Gatia, baking a cake: Oh it seems to have collapsed.

Crane: Like the south.

Gatia: LMAOO

Gatia and Jon joking about America because they were both born in the southern states. With Jon being from Georgia and Gatia from Florida. Match made in hell/j

Also funfact, Gatia loves to bake and look for recipes online for inspo, as long as it tastes good.

And yes I absolutely adore Southern Jon because it is canon in some versions, but me personally, it should be canon in every verse because it just fits!!/lh

[cillianhead]

A New Pair of Glasses || Cillian Murphy x Reader

Part One! Part Two!

summary: When Y/N watches the Batman trilogy for the first time with her friends... she returns home to Cillian with a newfound sense of longing for a certain Dr. Jonathan Crane.

warnings: SMUT, DUBCON!, CNC themes!!!, unprotected P in V, oral sex (f and m receiving), analplay, FAKE DRUG USE! (Cillian gives reader a sugar pill and says it's a sedative (all consensual; reader is aware of the fact it's not a real sedative.)) minor alcohol use / drunk, age gap (reader is college age while Cillian is in his mid-to-late 40s), swearing, daddy kink, sir/doctor kink, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation, vulgar language, sort of a sugar daddy + sugar baby dynamic, slapping, roleplay, dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, squirting, sex toys (dildo and vibrator), use of electric shocks for sexual pleasure (Cillian uses some sort of mild toy that zaps you), use of restraints, fake cheating scenario, sort of vague allusions that Cillian is gonna push her off a balcony but I'd like to stress the words VAGUE ALLUSIONS!! adult content ahead!!

LONG FIC ?!?!

(I wrote this while listening to Eat Your Young by Hozier :-))

18+ Minors DNI

"This your man?" Your friend Gabriel snickered as you all sat around eating popcorn and other various junk foods.

"Yeah... yeah..." You roll your eyes playfully before popping a few popcorn kernels into your mouth. You felt horribly flustered and hot despite the cold weather outside.

"Genuinely can't believe you've never seen these movies before," Your friend Mia, Sasha's girlfriend, remarks from the couch. The film was paused on a particular scene of Dr. Jonathan Crane with a gavel in hand. "Especially since your boyfriend is in it..." She said teasingly. "I can't believe he's your boyfriend!"

You just giggled and shyly smiled. You had binge-watched all the movies, and now you were on the last one. You couldn't express the emotions you were feeling right now. A deep carnal sensation was lighting you on fire within as they continued the scene. Though he was only in it for a short amount of time, you found yourself zoning out and fantasizing about Jonathan Crane and what it would be like to fuck him.

The movie ended, and by now, it was nearing midnight. You hadn't planned on staying the night at Sasha's, so you stood back up and collected your things. A driver was picking you up in about ten minutes, so you sat around with your three best friends and talked about your plans for the rest of the weekend and all that.

"What's your boyfriend up to?" Gabriel asked with a knowing smile on their face.

"Oh, he's gone to the pub to watch the footy with a couple of his buddies," You beamed. You couldn't explain it, but the idea of Cillian out and having fun with a couple of pints of Guinness in some little pub, having a blast, and laughing with his mates was unbelievably cute. It made you feel all blushy and dumb, the kind of dumb a schoolgirl would get at seeing her favorite charming teacher. "Not sure if he's home yet, and I haven't really wanted to bother him tonight. It's his first time seeing his friends in a while... since he and I are basically together all the time." You giggled, fiddling with the hem of your shorts.

"This is your first time seeing us in forever too!" Sasha squeeled with that laugh of hers, throwing a cushion at you.

"Ow, hey!" You pouted as you pretended to soothe your arm.

"You know it's true," Sasha sassed. "You two are joined at the hip... but we're not mad, we just miss you... but we're so happy for you and your sugar daddy- *cough* sorry, boyfriend." Sasha joked, and you all burst out laughing.

"He's not my sugar daddy..." You bit your lip, stifling the laughs ready to erupt from you. "I mean, like... he is... like that's how it first started, but he's more than that now..." You bit your tongue and rubbed your heel on the ground with a reclusive and cheeky smile. "I think I'm gonna marry him..." You grinned.

"Oh! You are not... we haven't even fucking met him!" Gabriel snapped, cackling. "Why can't we meet him?" "Oh, come on, I want you guys to meet him, and he wants to meet you... I'm just nervous..." You mused.

"What? Do you think he's gonna hate us?" Sasha asked while sipping her margarita that she bragged about being able to make herself.

"No... it's just..." You hesitated, looking down at your lap. "You guys are very different types of people. I think it's likely to clash in a strange and complicated way." Gabriel nodded their head understandingly. "Like you guys are gonna meet! But I just don't know exactly how... he's a very lowkey guy and likes quiet settings, whereas you guys... wanna go do something fun and exciting and a bit loud... and that's fine! I love both of those things... and Cillian's all weird and cute and awkward when he meets new people, especially in loud places..."

"Oh hush, we get it... we'll meet when the time is right," Sasha smiled. "As long as we meet before the wedding though, like-"

"Oh shit, my driver's here, I gotta go. He's been waiting for two minutes already..." You hurriedly got up and gave Gabriel and Sasha big hugs.

"Who are you with your private drivers?!" Sasha giggled before leaning on Gabriel with loving smirks.

"Bye!" You yelled before quickly rushing out the door with both your shopping bags from the day of shopping you had with your two mates.

You had met up for brunch, which turned into "a quick trip to the mall" to try on about fifteen different pairs of clothes in six other clothing stores. After that, you returned to Sasha and her girlfriend's place and hung out with the three of them for a while. Sasha's girlfriend was a massive nerd with posters of Evil Dead, Five Nights at Freddie's, Hatsune Miku, and many other fun, dorky things. It was when someone brought up Batman that Sasha's girlfriend, Mia, would begin to lose her mind. You both chatted about it, and she told you all about the different Batman villains and then subsequently mentioned The Scarecrow.

"That's Y/N's boyfriend!" Gabriel said as they took off their makeup in the mirror.

Sasha and Gabriel then had to explain to Mia that you were dating the actor who played the scarecrow in the Christopher Nolan Batman films. It was funny seeing Mia's reaction, and you talked a bit more until you mentioned that you hadn't seen them, and then they all decided on a movie night.

And now you sat in the back seat of a black car, leaning your head against the window. You were excited to see Cillian again. You had missed him all day. The streets were busy, full of people coming out of pubs. Everyone was watching the footy today, so it made sense that it was more crowded than usual. As you slowly pushed through traffic, you closed your eyes and fell asleep to the sound of the busy streets and passing cars.

A few hours had passed and everything was quiet now.

"Y/N, honey, you're home," The driver gently shook you awake. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead." You smiled with your eyes closed at the older man and slowly slipped out of the car with your things.

"Thanks for waking me up, Jim," You said kindly. "Has Cillian already paid you for tonight?" "Yes, with a hefty tip as always," Jim croaked happily as he made his way back to the driver's seat. "You have a good night, Miss. Y/N."

"Thank you, drive safely, please!" You yelled as you unlocked the door to your shared home with Cillian. All the lights were off so you figured Cillian hadn't made it home yet.

You sighed and set down all your bags once you entered your bedroom. You got changed into one of Cillian's shirts and a pair of comfy sleep shorts and slipped your headphones on. You stood out on the balcony with a slight smile on your moonlit face. A cup of chamomile was cradled in your hands as you listened to soft music and waited for your beloved boyfriend to get home.

You couldn't stop thinking about him, though. Jonathan Crane had ravaged your mind. Just the thought of him made you squeeze a little. How he looked and acted, it was like every cell in your body was lit on fire with desire for the fictional character. Of course, the main reason you found him so sexy was because it was Cillian. But that was well over a decade ago now, and Cillian had aged beautifully since then. The thought of an older 'dilfier' version of Crane made you weak in the knees.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a familiar arm snaking its way around your waist and a loving kiss placed on your shoulder.

"Hey, darling," Cillian whispered as you pulled your headphones off. He held you in his arms and swayed you slowly. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and you grinned, knowing he was probably a bit buzzed. "Missed you while I was out." "Mmm, yeah?" You hum, setting your tea down on the small glass table beside you before wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying with him softly. "How much?"

"So much," He slurred, pushing his face into your neck and groaning at your sweet smell. "Fuckin' thought about you all night long, even when me' team won." "Your team won?!" You exclaimed gleefully. "That's great, Cillian!" "Yeah, yeah," He shook his head with a blush on his face. "They won by a landslide." He was so cute when he blushed. "Oh, my lovely boy," You praised sweetly and leaned in, kissing him deeply. Cillian moaned into the kiss as his hands slid down to rest on your ass., giving it a loving squeeze. "I've been waitin' for you, Daddy." You whispered with a string of spit tying your lips together.

He snarled a bit at the nickname. "Oh yeah, baby?" He huffed with a one-sided grin. A smug look on his face as the dynamic immediately changed, and he pressed your back against the wooden railing with a sadistic smirk. "What you've been waitin' for?" He whispered gravelly in your ear, his hips pressed into yours to make you feel his hard dick through his trousers.

"I..." You trembled, mouth helplessly falling open with shyness.

"Was it my cock?" He hummed, fingers sliding up from your arm to grip your quivering jaw heavily. He slapped you across the face, but not enough to bruise, just to leave a constant sting. You whined, and another slap was given. "Tell me... baby... I know you can feel how fuckin' hard I am right now, so tell me all about how you're cunt is drippin' f'me." He grunted, letting go of your jaw and lining his hips up with yours with his palms roughly grappling at your ass to pull your barely-clothed pussy right against his fucking hard cock.

"Daddy..." You whispered breathlessly and helplessly. The way he was pushing you back against the balcony caused you to lean over the edge ever so slightly. It was frightening. You knew Jonathan- *I mean* Cillian would never push you off the balcony. But the thrill was enticing as he looked at you hungrily.

"Don't be coy with me now, little girl," Cillian smiled a toothy and mischievous grin. "I remember all the times you've had the mouth of a pornstar, spewing dirty t'ings for yer daddy," He pressed his nose into your neck, cupping the back of your head as he leaned you against the balcony.

"Please fuck me...." You gasped, grinding yourself on his erection. He groaned and grabbed you harder, this time away from the balcony and back inside. You were gripping his shirt feverishly, trying not to fall over. He pushed you down onto the bed with a grunt and kicked his socks and shoes off before undoing his belt and ripping off his top layers. "Oh, daddy..." You whispered, spreading your legs open as you pulled your shorts down and your thong with it. Cillian leaned down, grabbed your black thong, and raised it to his nose and mouth, smelling it like a feral dog.

"Fuckin' hell," He exhaled before dropping to his knees before you, at eye level with your wet pussy. "I'm so hungry..." He nipped your inner thighs, slowly lowering closer to your heat.

"Please... eat me... Daddy, oh my god," You mewled as you raised your pussy to his drooling mouth and tongue. "Fuck, oh!" You exclaimed as you arched your back, digging your fingers into his hair and pressing his face into your cunt. He ate you up like a cornucopia of fruit and slurped you up with his tongue.

"S'good," Cillian groaned, muffled by your cunt in his mouth. Your arousal and his spit dribbling down his pretty chin, his eyes looking desperately up at you, as you rest back on your arms and cry with euphoria.

"Oh... Cill.... oh... daddy..." You moaned, hair spread across your face and mouth. You were too lost in the pleasure. Slowly rutting your pussy into his face, head lolling from side to side with the dizziness of your impending orgasm. "Gonna cum... baby... gonna cum..."

"Give it t'me," Cillian grunted, eyes fluttering shut as he focused his tongue particularly on your throbbing clit; occasionally slipping it down to lap at your soaking cunt. His nose was pressed into your mound, hardly breathing, too focused on the sweet euphoria of eating your pussy. In his usually busy and complicated mind, his brain had now gone radio silent, and it was exactly like he was high. You were a drug to him. You came undone, gushing into his awaiting mouth.

Your eyes rolled back into your brain, loud mewls as you fell back onto your shoulders and gripped at the sheets. You were near to tears with how good he ate you out. As he lapped up your sweet cum, you writhed, squeezing your thighs around his head and fingers tugging painfully hard on the roots of his hair.

"Okay, Cillian..." You exasperated, panting heavily. "That's enough." He pulled away like a slobbering dog, cum and saliva making a string of spit on his chin and your sopping cunt.

"Fuck me, baby..." He whispered, pupils blown wide like he had taken ecstasy. "You taste so good..." He hummed as he crawled up to you and kissed you hard, tasting yourself on his stroking tongue. His cock was out by now, painfully hard and ready to be stuck in your cunt. "Please let me fuck you now..." He said breathily against your lips. "Please..."

"Daddy... please... need you inside me," You bit your lip as the tip of his cock nudged your clit. "Don't tease me..."

"Course not, darlin'," He mumbled deeply, right by your ear as he slung one of your legs over his shoulder and the other around his waist. "Why would I tease my darling girl?" He pressed himself fully into you, making you go cross-eyed.

"Ooohh..." You mewled softly. The air had been knocked out of your lungs. It felt like you would explode in the most beautiful way possible. His cock was snug against your cervix, every ridge of him pressing against your hot and wet walls. You shut your eyes, shaking as he began pulling out of you slowly before jutting back into you.

"Best fuckin' pussy," He growled, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "Best one I've had..."

"You're mine," You gasped out, drunk on his cock already. You reached out and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him into a teeth-clashing kiss. "All mine, daddy." You pressed your heel into his lower back as you pulled away from the kiss to look at his face above yours. You looked up at him with your dizzy eyes and lips spilling out drool, desperate to hear him say the words you had on your mind.

"I'm all yours, Y/N," He panted, fucking you roughly and desperately. You went at it like rabbits, desperate to be bred. "I'm yours... forever..." He connected his soft lips to yours and made you fall in love all over again as you made out. He was still a bit drunk, and he usually came a bit quickly when he was but you didn't mind.

"You gonna cum in me?" You moaned, rocking your hips against his. His hands slid up and cradled you by your ribcage as he manhandled you to seamlessly get speared by his cock.

"Y-Yeah, course," He panted, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." "That's it, Daddy," You moaned, reaching up and pulling on his hair as you kissed him. His cum instantly squirted into you as you squeezed around him and danced your tongue against his. "Fuck, feels so good... fill me up..." You mewled, pressing yourself against him as your orgasm washed over you too.

Cillian was silent, face pressed into the side of your cheek with his mouth agape in quiet moans, his veins popping out of his forehead. "Oh baby girl, oh fuck..." He whispered, all whiny, into your ear. He still pathetically rutted his hips into you, filling you with as much cum as possible.

Drool fell down your chin as you convulsed in his arms. He quickly pulled off of you, not wanting to become overstimulated, and you still lay there, writhing a bit as your orgasm slowly dissipated. Cillian pressed a flush kiss to your warm cheek, laying on his side and wrapping you up in his big arms.

"You did so good for me, baby," Cillian whispered sweetly as you blinked slowly at him. "Such a good girl, knows how to take cock so well," He smiled at you knowingly, brushing your hair with his fingers.

"Cillian..." You hummed with a sleepy smile. "Get me some underwear please... don't want to lose any of your cum..."

Cillian smirked, quickly getting up and rushing to your drawer where you kept all your panties and other lingerie items. He picked out a baby pink pair of panties and brought them over to you, sliding it slowly up your legs and getting a glimpse of your creamy pussy.

"How pretty, a little bow..." He chuckled, fiddling with the white bow at the top of your underwear. Cillian crawled into your shared bed with you. He pulled you into his arms, and you lay there with happy smiles, getting warm from the covers. You lie in comfortable silence for a while, nuzzling your heads together and cherishing the feeling of having your bodies together again. It felt healing. It truly felt like you had found your other half. You knew you had.

"Do you need a glass of water or anything?" Cillian asks with that lovely Irish accent of his.

"No, it's okay, just need you to hold me, Cill... I'm tired," You whispered with a smile, thumb brushing his cheekbone. "I need your arms around me to feel sane..." "Such a poet," Cillian snickered, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer. "What'd you get up to today, sweet t'ing?" He asked, running his fingertips gently up and down your back. It was almost ticklish.

"Well, the brunch was really nice with Sasha and Gabby," You recalled softly, fingers fiddling with the chain around his neck. "Then Sasha wanted to go get something from the mall.... so we went to the mall, and I did some shopping too... while I was there."

"Oooo... shopping? Tell me whatcha got, love." Cillian cooed excitedly, wriggling with anticipation. Cillian had given you a credit card with a pretty high limit, paid by his money. He was pretty much entirely financially supporting you. You felt terrible at first, but you realized quickly that he got off on the idea of you spoiling yourself with his money. So you'd treat yourself to nice things while treating him to very nice things simultaneously. Pretty much every shopping trip, you'd buy something sexy for Cillian to rip off of you. "Did ya get me anythin'?" "Mhm," You whispered, poking his chest knowingly. "Can I see it?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Nope, not until tomorrow..." You smirked, pecking him on the lips. "I want to keep you on your toes."

"Alright, woman, whatever you please... just as long as I see ya in it..." Cillian chuckled, nudging your nose with his. He enjoyed it when you showed off what you bought, especially the clothes. He'd make you do a little fashion show in his living room. "What else did ya do?" "Oh, then we went back to Sasha's place..." You trailed off for a moment, trying to recall everything that happened. "Had a bit of dinner... then we just watched some movies." You smiled while Jonathan Crane's face flashed inside your head.

"What movies did you watch?" He asked curiously, fingers twirling your hair around it. He could see you were quickly becoming flustered but he wasn't quite sure why. "What? What is it? What did you watch?" He laughed.

"We watched... we watched..." You giggled, leaning in and pressing your face into his chest. "The Batman movies..." You snickered, rolling around and laughing wildly. Cillian had a stunned and amused look on his face as he watched you wriggle around and laugh your lungs out.

"The ones I'm in, ya mean?" He asked, chuckling a bit with a red face. He was worried you were laughing at him. "Y-Yes!" You said with a loud laugh. You were laughing because of how fucking sexually attracted you are to him as Jonathan Crane. There was something so sexy about him as this cunning, tricky little Batman villain. "Oh my god..." "I didn't think I did too bad in those films..." He whispered bashfully, looking down at his lap a bit self-consciously. "Did yer friends also think it was silly?" Your laughing quickly dissipated as you realized Cillian had taken your laughing the wrong way. You quickly sat up and scooted closer to him with wide eyes. "No, no, no... I'm not... I'm not laughing at it... Cillian... you were brilliant... they're fuckin' brilliant films... it's just..." You trailed off, biting your lip as you giggled a bit more thinking about Jonathan Crane.

"It's just what?" He asked, still with a disappointed and sad look in his eyes.

"You were so...." You whispered, pressing your face into his chest and laughing into his warm skin. "He's so hot!" You blurted out.

"What?" He laughed, thinking you're talking about Christian Bale.

"Cillian," You sat up, looking him directly into his eyes, and he could tell you were seriously about to say to him how sexually attracted you were to Batman. "You as the scarecrow... as Dr. Jonathan Crane... fuuuuuccckk..." You rolled your eyes back into your head, teeth tightly clenching down on your bottom lip.

"O-Oh!" Cillian smiled, face growing red for many different reasons and eyes lighting up. "You really thought so?"

"Cillian, I want to fuck him so bad," You gasped, pressing your nose into his face.

"It's funny how yer referring to me as him," He laughed, wrapping you up in his arms. You were both more in a sitting position now, looking at each other's grinning faces.

"No, like... obviously... it's you... and that's mainly why I find Jonathan so sexy... but just the way... you played the character... he's so fucking convincing and so attractive... like... I want him."

Cillian raised a brow before kissing you softly. "Well, y'have me..."

"I know, baby... I don't want anyone else but you," You reassured sweetly. "Just think the characters you play... are so handsome... want them all to fuck me..."

Cillian blushed, kissing you again, this time a little longer and sloppier. Eventually, after you two managed to pull off each other, you brushed your teeth side by side, and Cillian watched you wash your face and moisturize. You'd then turn to him and ask to put some on him, and he would hesitantly let you, all while pretending to not enjoy the attention.

Falling asleep was easy in Cillian's arms. Ever since you met him, every night without him was sleepless. There was just nothing quite like having him hold you. You had passed out, unbeknownst to Cillian, reaching his arm out for his phone and quickly ordering some things online and then lying back down with you again to sleep with a smug smirk on his face.

In the late morning, you two woke up around the same time. Cillian woke up only a few minutes before you did. He watched you beautifully sleep.

"Good mornin'," He grumbled with that morning voice of his. "How'd you sleep, sleeping beauty?"

"Oh, hush," You shook your head, covering your face as you rubbed your eyes. "I feel like I look like an ogre," You laughed, sitting up a bit. "I slept amazing... as usual... how about you, my lovely man?" You reached out, stroking along his stubbled jaw.

"Perfectly fine," He nodded, sitting up with you, sheets barely covering his naked manhood. Your hands slipped the sheets from his pelvis to reveal his morning wood. "Mmm... didn't say you could do that..." He smirked, eyes watching as you lowered your face down to kiss his hard cock.

"Love you so much, just wanna make you feel good..." You mumbled as you fit the tip in your mouth. You wrapped your fingers around the base as you sucked on his leaky tip.

"Fuckin' hell," Cillian sighed, throwing his head back as you teased him. And then you fully sank your mouth down on his cock until his thick head was prodding at the back of your throat. "That's it, love... I love you so much... you're so fuckin' good to me."

You hummed around his cock as he lazily lay there and enjoyed the feeling of your mouth on him. You slowly sucked him to the brink of cumming, popping off of him right before the climax.

"Why'd you stop?" He whined, reaching to grab a hold of his cock, but you quickly swatted his hand away. "Hey!"

"You're not allowed to cum," You stated simply, not elaborating any further.

"What? Why?" He laughed incredulously. He kept trying to reach for his erection, but you smacked his hand away every time.

"You're just not," You looked at him stubbornly. "Not until later. I want to show you something really cute and slutty I got for you yesterday... and I want you to be absolutely desperate..." Cillian groaned out of frustration. "Fine, if that's what it takes to make my girl happy," He reached a hand up and stroked your hair affectionately, yet with a sense of irritation.

"And don't even think about trying anything in our shower," You murmured as you both got up and wandered into your shower. "You can't get yourself off."

"So goddamn bossy," Cillian grumbled teasingly as you turned on the hot shower, and both stood underneath it. Cillian was in agony with his throbbing cock. And it didn't help that you stood right against one another. The hot water and your ass pressing against him was nearly enough to make him burst without even doing anything. You knew what you were doing to him.

The shower was long and tiring, and eventually, Cillian's dick softened on its own, but that didn't deny the sexual frustration within him. Cillian made the two of you breakfast, and you ate with a smug smirk on your face.

"Gotta run some errands today, love," Cillian hummed while chewing his scrambled eggs. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh, can I come with?" You asked with your head perked up.

"Actually, could you stay home?" He asked while cutting his food to take another bite. "I have an important package coming later that needs to be signed for... plus it's just boring stuff anyway, just some meetings and all that stuff you don't care about."

"Oh, okay! That's alright," You smiled, your plate now cleared. "I'll stay here."

Cillian got ready while you sat on the lounge, watching your favorite show. Cillian hurriedly walked into the living room and sat down beside you. You paused the TV and looked at him with a sad smile.

"I'm gonna miss you while you're out," You whispered, kissing him softly on the cheek. "You not shaving?" You hummed when you noticed he still had some stubble lining his jaw.

"I know, baby love," He murmured, his hand caressing your thigh. "Nah, I think I'm gonna grow out my beard a lil'... I'm gonna be gone for a little while... probably won't be back until this evening..."

"Oh..." You frowned, pouting at him as he placed his hands on either side of your face.

"Don't worry," He whispered, pecking you softly on your pouty lips. "You've got a gift comin' today," He hummed, and you raised your eyebrows curiously. "It's a little treat from me. You can go on and open it without me. I know how impatient you can get..."

"Really?" You said ecstatically. "Thank you, Cillian... I'm sure I'm gonna love it." You reached out and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

"Oh, you will," He whispered into your ear. "You're gonna really fuckin' like it."

You and Cillian shared one last loving kiss as you walked him to the door. You watched him go with a longing sigh before turning around and wondering what you were gonna do for the day. Cillian never specified when your gift was showing up.

For a while, you bundled up on the couch and watched some more TV, but eventually, you grew restless and wandered into your bedroom and tried on your new set of lacy white lingerie. You look angelic in the most sinful way possible. You planned on acting all submissive and obedient for Cillian tonight, and you wanted to look everything pure and innocent for your daddy. The lace and tight straps hugged you beautifully and exemplified your curves. The back of it was just one thin G-string sitting between your ass... And, of course, two baby pink bows strapped on either side of your hips. Not to be despite the thin lace front where you could easily see your pretty wet pussy through.

The top piece of the set was a small white corset laced up with bows and soft, sweet velvet. The busk straps on either side of your darling shoulders were adorned with cute patterned lace and tiny little bows... and made your tits look fucking amazing. Oh, you were adorable and simply undeniably fuckable-looking. His cock would look at you before even his eyes had, and before he knew it, his cocks got a brain, and it's leading him straight to you.

A soft garter belt attached to the tops of your translucently cotton stockings that went up to your thighs. Everything was perfect and handmade and expensive. So you decided to just keep it on and surprise him like this when he gets home. While you pranced around the living room, sipping your freshly made tea. A sweet milky early grey, soothing your inner qualms and exciting you even more at the thought of Cillian coming home.

It was around 2 PM now, and you figured Cillian wouldn't be home for another couple of hours, so the distinct sound of Cillian's car coming up the driveway made you frown. What happened? You were worried something terrible happened and didn't bother putting any clothes on since you knew it was just Cillian. A knock at the door made you frown and pause in your footsteps.

"Delivery!" Cillian yelled with an American accent. You giggled, thinking it was just him messing around, and so you quickly unlocked the door to the most shocking sight.

Cillian stood there in a nice slimming suit, the same kind that Jonathan Crane wore. And the sight of his hair styled how it was in Batman, and the classic glasses and briefcase clutched in hand, you felt like you were going to pass out.

"My... what a skimpy little outfit you've got on, sweetheart," He grumbled, lifting up a tiny little teal-colored Tiffany&Co gift bag with a little note that said 'From Cillian, xxx' and you realized that was his gift. "Ran into your cute boyfriend... by the way."

"What do you mean, Cillian?" You whispered, taking tiny steps back as he walked slowly and creepily towards you until your back hit the wall.

"I know we may look similar..." He whispered, grabbing you roughly by your chin. "But I think you know exactly who I am," He said raspily into your ear. His American accent sends you into overdrive. "Cillian... huh... well, he's not here right now, Ms. Y/N." He growled, grabbing ahold of one of your tits through your lingerie.

"Wh-Wha..." You couldn't comprehend what was happening. Cillian was doing such a convincing act at being Jonathan Crane it made you forget it was actually him.

Jonathan grabbed a hold of you, and you hit and squealed as he threw you over his shoulders. Fuck, he was so strong. He placed a harsh smack on your ass and shoved you roughly down onto the bed so you were looking up at him. His hair is a bit messed up now, and his glasses sitting lowly on his nose. It really was him, you had convinced yourself. It's Jonathan Crane.

"Too bad your little boyfriend's not gonna see what I'm gonna do to you," He growled as he tugged a bit on your underwear, pulling you into a sitting position. "Let's say... Cillian and I had a little deal, and this was my end... of the bargain per se.... think I know a better way to treat this sickness of yours..."

"Where is Cillian...?" You asked with quivering lips. He stood with two legs slotted in between your bare ones. He was even wearing a different cologne, and you noticed he had shaved to look younger.

"Oh baby, you don't wanna know," He smirked, briefly brushing your cheek before placing his black briefcase beside you on the bed. "Your boyfriend mentioned some concerns about your well-being, so he sent me here to check on you..." Jonathan had a smug smirk on his face as he unlocked his briefcase, pulling out a small packet of pills. "Now, I'm here to make you feel better..." He popped out a pill and placed it in the palm of his hand. "Open wide, princess..." He mused.

"Wha-What is it?" As you hesitantly opened your mouth and let him place the small white pill right on your tongue. He leaned down and had his mouth right next to your ear.

"Just a sugar pill," Cillian whispered in his Irish accent again. "Pretend it's a sedative... you can always say the safe word at any time, angel. I love you." He placed a kiss against your cheek before pulling away with that cold demeanor of Jonathan Crane again. You dry swallowed the pill. "That's a good girl," He hummed, shutting his briefcase. You caught a glimpse of a rather large dildo and a few other sex toys. "You'll feel real good in about ten minutes. Now I want you to get nice and spread out for me so I can fuck you."

You scrambled back up onto the bed and spread your legs wide open with trembling lips. "But... I have a boyfriend... you're not my boyfriend..."

"No, sweetie," He shook his head, chuckling as he kicked off his shoes and undid his coat. "But your stupid boyfriend doesn't have to know a thing about what happens tonight."

"N-No..." You shut your legs and quickly got out of the bed to run.

"Oh no, you fucking don't," He barked, grabbing you by your ankle and pulling you back towards him like you were just a sack of meat. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to tie you to the bed if you're even gonna think about trying to get away from me."

"Jonatha-"

"Doctor or sir to you, bitch," He slapped you harshly across the face and pulled out ankle and wrist restraints. "Get in position, don't make me force you."

"Yes, sir..." You said with your eyes down and crawling up the bed to be in a position where you could be tied up. Jonathan firmly put the cuffs on your ankles and your wrists, chaining you to the bed frame from both sides. "Please don't hurt me..."

"Please don't hurt me," He mocked in a high-pitched voice. "I'm gonna do whatever I please to you." He hissed, pulling your ass into his clothed cunt. "How cute you wore this for your boyfriend... so pathetic." "He... He likes them..."

"Oh, I'm sure he does," He cackled his menacing laugh. "Too bad he's never gonna see you in it. Think I'm gonna have to keep you for myself." "What do you mean?" You whimpered, pulling a bit at your restraints.

"It's just gonna be me and you for now, baby... your boyfriend's not comin' back... what a shame..." He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. You tried your best to pull away from him as he crawled on top of you but you couldn't go very far with your limited mobility.

"Fuck... I think... I think the medicine is kicking in..." You whined as you felt Jonathan pull down your panties but kept everything else in place. He wanted to fuck you with your cute skimpy lingerie on. Cillian had truly put himself in the mindset of this character as he pulled his cock out and grabbed at your thighs roughly. Your eyes drooped a bit but Jonathan quickly snapped you out of it by shoving his cock in you harshly.

"Bet you're still full of his cum, aren't you?" Jonathan grunted as you squeezed around him, unbelievably wet. "What a fucking whore."

"Doctor... please..." You cried, thrusting your hips up into him. "Please don't do this... this isn't right.. my... my... boyfriend... will find out-"

"Oh shut the fuck up," He spat, fucking you like you were just some fleshlight. "You're mine now, slut... gonna fuckin use you for all my experiments and fuck you while you're cowering in fear under my toxins."

"Pl-Please..." Tears slipped out from your eyes. "I'm not on the pill... please stop..." You lied and pulled at your restraints, trying to get free.

"Oh fuck, even better," He moaned. "Gonna get you pregnant and show your loving boyfriend what we fuckin' did... he'll see what an easy slut you are..." Jonathan's voice was cold and mean, but it made you moan so much louder and shake with pleasure as you came around him. "Told you so... look at you cumming already on my dick when I just put it in you."

"N-No..." You whimpered, tears streaming down your face. That only made him fuck you harder and deeper into you. He was getting off on your crying. "Please... you can't..." Your body had gone limp at this point. He showed no signs of stopping, fucking your spasming cunt.

"Poor little thing," He ran his thumb sweetly over your wet cheeks with a smug smirk. "Pretending like you're not just some cum-hungry slut."

You mewled and fought against your restraints as he somehow managed to make you cum again. You were so fucking turned on that your body gave in to the pleasure so easily and quickly. "Too much... too much... sir..." You wailed, trying to shut your legs, but that only made him pin those down as he continued fucking you. You thought about how you had edged Cillian earlier, so you imagined that this probably was his revenge.

"Go on and take my cum then, whore," Jonathan groaned as he spurt cum deep inside of you, further intensifying your orgasm. Jonathan grunted ferociously, cum filling you to the brim as he shook with the pleasure he was experiencing.

"Oh..." You squeaked, shutting your eyes as you twitched.

He pulled out of you, squirting a bit more cum out onto your swollen clit and watching it drip down and meet the rest of your sperm-filled hole. Jonathan seemed pleased with his creation as he slipped his fogged-up glasses off and wiped them clean before sliding them back on.

"Doctor...." You whispered, heaving as he stood up and undid your restraints. "Thank you..." You whispered, rubbing your sore ankles and wrists. "Pl-Please don't tell my boyfriend about this." Jonathan scoffed and rolled his eyes as he tucked his cock back into his underwear.

"I'm not finished with you yet, sweetheart," Jonathan whispered, leaning in and biting your neck. You whimpered and grabbed ahold of him as he left marks on your neck.

"No! Don't mark... don't mark me..." You tried to pull him off of you, but he wouldn't budge. It only made him bite you harder. "Jonathan... he'll see..."

"Good, I want him to see what a nasty slut you are," He growled, biting down harder.

You shoved him off of you and, with no underwear on, ran down the hall to get away from him. But you heard footsteps pounding down the hallway after you ominously, not at a very fast pace.

"Oh, you can run, but you can't hide sweetheart," He chuckled as he slowly walked around and acted as if he couldn't see you hiding behind one of the floor-length curtains. The tops of your feet poked out from underneath. "Hmm... where'd you go? I won't hurt you." It was creepy how convinced you were it was anyone other than your Cillian. In a way, you were truly horrified of him finding you. His American accent remains steady and strong.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt a hand wrap tightly around your arm and yank you out of your horrible hiding spot. "Stupid little girl... trying to hide from me..." He looked pissed as he dragged you to the center of the living room, where he shoved you down on your knees. "I have an idea..." He smirked, a glimmer of mischief flickering through his cold eyes. "Let's see what your sweet little daddy got you... hmm? Stay here on your knees... or I swear to fuckin' god..." He said through gritted teeth before sauntering off in only his underwear and glasses.

When he returns, it's with that familiar Tiffany&Co bag clutched in his hands. "How generous of your daddy to buy this for you... too bad he's not here to put it on you..." Jonathan hummed as he opened the gift for you.

"D-Don't... it's not... it's not yours..."

"You're right, sweetheart," He smirked before tearing open the bag, and a small box came out, the same shade of teal. He opened the package as he towered over you, your knees aching from digging into the hardwood floors. Your eyebrows knitted together as he pulled out a delicate silver chain and the most beautiful pendant you'd ever seen. "Lift your hair up for me, baby girl," Jonathan leaned down as you lifted up your hair and clasped the chain around your neck. It sat perfectly along your collarbones, and the bright ruby stood out against your complexion beautifully. "Does it look nice on me?" You asked quietly, noticing Jonathan's cock straining against his briefs once again.

"Yeah, you look nice and pretty," He grunted, pulling down the waistband of his shorts and began fisting his cock at the sight of you. "Too bad he's not here to see you right now, hmmm?" He moaned a little as he stroked his cock, quickly slapping you across the face with it before pressing it against your lips. "Suck."

Hesitantly you opened your mouth, and without much warning, he thrusted his hips until his cock hit the back of your throat. One of his hands held your hair in a messy ponytail while also pushing you up and down on his dick. He looked at you with that sickening smile, glasses drooping low on his nose, and his hair falling over his forehead.

"Fuck, that's it," He huffed out, fucking your head like it was just a mere toy to him. "Now I see why he keeps you around..." He sighed, tossing his head back and thriving in the feeling of your lips wrapped around his sensitive cock. "You're a good little cocksucker... that's your use."

Tears fell with every quick blink you gave him, eyes stinging from the saltiness. With every thrust into your throat, you'd gag, and more tears would fill the brim of your eyelids. You were viewing the most delicious view of his stomach and chest as well as the muscular bicep holding your head in place.

"Gonna cum all over your pathetic little face," Jonathan grunted with absolutely no concern for how you were doing. Of course, you could always give him three quick taps on the hip to say that's enough, but you never did. You loved being treated like this. "Bet you're getting off on this, aren't you slut?" You blinked your eyes up at him to signal yes. "That's what I thought, so then you know your purpose... what a good fucktoy Murphy's got..." He howled as he started to reach his peak. "Gonna cum down your throat... swallow every fuckin' drop."

You pressed your tongue against his shaft, really wanting to milk him good. You felt the familiar sensation of hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You gulped it down gratefully as he slowly pulled out, filling your mouth with cum, entirely pulling his cock out of your mouth to squirt all over your face. "Let's not forget..." He whispered, aiming it down onto your pretty little ruby necklace.

"O-Oh..." You coughed out, sticky with his cum, some dripping from the tip of your nose.

"Aren't you gonna thank me for your treat, slut?" He asked, slapping you across the face with the back of his hand. "Go on, thank me."

"Th-Thank you... Doctor..." You gasped out, feeling small spurts of cum dripping down your tits and onto your corset. Good thing it was already white.

"That's it, so polite," Jonathan grinned, raising you from your knees to your feet. "Look how wet you are..." He ran two fingers along your wet slit. You looked up at him with parted lips. His other hand wiped his cum from your face with his fingers before shoving into your open mouth. He smirked at the sight of your pretty new necklace covered in his cum.

"Sir..." You whimpered with pouted lips. "Please touch me more..." He pushed you into the couch, and you heard your hands being cuffed behind your back and a slight slap to your ass. "Wh-Why are you cuffing me?" Your voice trembled.

"Because you won't be able to handle what I give you next."

Shudders went down your spine as he pressed you down into a perfect arch, arms snugly tucked against your lower back. You heard him searching through his briefcase and then a tiny little zap! to the back of your thighs. "Ow!" You winced, jumping away.

"Oh darling, that was only the first setting," Jonathan snickered and got on his knees behind you, and you could look at him now from this angle despite it being a bit upside down. "You poor thing..." He cooed in faux sympathy.

"Wh-What're you gonna do to me, doctor?" You whispered, eyes wide as he placed a pink dildo within your line of sight.

"Gonna see how much you can take," He hummed simply, holding a small bottle of lube in one hand. Your eyes widened even further and you started shaking your head.

"No, no, no!" You tried to wiggle away from him but he grabbed a hold of your hips and pushed you into an even more intense and vulnerable position. Both your holes on display for him now.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. I know what I'm doing..." He mused, lube-covered fingers now drawing circles around your asshole. "Breathe in for me, darling," He pressed two fingers into you, and you cried softly into the couch cushions, pussy gushing out pools of arousal and Crane's cum that was still inside of you. His fingers slowly stretched you out until you were ready to take the fake cock he was about to give you that he had already lubed up.

"Fuck... Jonathan..." You mewled as he slowly pressed the head in, gauging you for your reactions to make sure you were alright. "Oh god..." The thing was nearly fully sheathed inside of you.

"Fuck... look how amazing that is..." He whispered in awe, pushing the last of it until you were full to the brim with the toy. "Ready for the next part, love?" You heard a bit of an Irish accent come out in that question, which made you giggle. He quickly cleared his throat. "Cause I don't think you are." There was the American again.

"Oh god..." You whined, drool falling out of your mouth and your tits beginning to slip out from your corset. You heard a light buzzing of a vibrator coming from behind you which was quickly slipped inside of you and placed precisely on your g-spot. "Oh! Fuck! Turn it down... it's too much... ouch!" You squealed as he tased you on the hip again.

"Shhh... I'm just seeing the power that pleasure has over the body," Jonathan hummed as he put the rest of the small baby pink vibrator on your clit, which really crossed the line of overstimulation. Jonathan gripped the fake-cock in your ass and slowly pressed it in and out of you. You stood on your tippy toes, trying to get away from the pleasure and the pain of it all. "Look at you... how pathetic... and dirty. Bet you rarely let him use your little ass like this," He growled as he harshly thrust it back into you. Your moans were nearing screams at this point. "See, that's the thing about me and him... he'll do whatever you'll tell him to do, but you see... I don't get told what to do, especially not by a stupid little cumsock like you."

"I"m not a cums-"

Zap!

He moaned at the sound of your cries, tears slipping down your face again as he turned the vibrator up another setting. It was simply too much, and your mind was beginning to slowly cave in on itself. The vibrator is placed perfectly on your clit, and g-spot, and it was becoming harder and harder to bear. Your body shook, and your mind went truly blank as an unexpected orgasm hit you. Jonathan laughed sadistically as he turned the taser on and zapped you as you started to cum. You screamed in agony and from the electric pleasure, he held that there for a moment until it left a mark and then pulled it off of you.

"So fucking pretty," Jonathan praised, kissing your ass cheek. "This is all you're good for," He pressed the fake-cock further into your ass, and you mewled as you felt yourself squirt involuntarily. This was one of the longest orgasms you've ever had. You fought against the handcuffs, and tears were falling down your face as you soaked Jonathan's face behind you.

"St-Stop... too much..." You sobbed, writhing in overstimulation. Jonathan, with a wet face, slowly pulled the dildo out of you and placed it to the side. "Fuck..."

Once he had removed the vibrator, you relaxed, collapsing to your knees and burying your face into a couch cushion to muffle your crying. "There, there, Y/N," Jonathan hummed, undoing your restraints and pulling you into him. He held you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear with that unnerving American accent.

"Can... can I have Cillian back now?" You asked quietly, shaking a bit in his lap, pussy still gushing out fluids onto his thighs. He laughed softly and took off his wet glasses, setting them down on the coffee table.

"You need yer daddy?" Cillian asked. There was that lovely Irish accent again. "I'm right here, love." You smiled, pressing your face into his neck. "I love you so much, Daddy." You whispered, appreciating the warmth of his body against yours.

"I love you, baby," He hummed, covering your face in tiny kisses. "Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll get comfy in bed, yeah? Maybe order somethin' in?"

"Mhm..."

Cillian picked you up bridal style and carried you into your bathroom, where he sat you down on the bathtub's edge and carefully undid all the clasps of your lingerie. "So pretty, you did so good for me... love," Cillian praised.

After waiting for the bath to fill with hot water and once you and Cillian were fully undressed, you got in with a tired sigh. You felt exhausted and so overstimulated. So together, you lay in a hot bath that made you feel like you were in the womb again with Cillian's arms holding you like you were going to leave him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you nestled yourself closer to him, burying your face in his familiar chest. He stroked your wet hair, kissing the crowns of your head.

"Oh, baby girl..." He whispered deeply. "You did so good for me... made me feel so good..."

"Mmm... I know," You mumbled, ears pressed to the sound of his beating chest. The rhythm of his beloved heart was lulling you to sleep. "You made me so good... made me feel so good..." You agreed dopily.

Cillian cooed at you, cupping your jaw with his hand as he made you look up at him. "Oh, sweetheart... are you okay? Did I hurt you too much?"

"No, I'm okay, Cillian..." You reassured, stretching your neck out to give him a tender kiss. You leaned your forehead against his, hands pressed firmly on his chest. "I'm a little sore and need to be handled with care, but I'm okay... I feel... I feel so good..."

"Me too..." He whispered, pecking you quickly on the lips. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Jonathan..." You whispered before quickly pulling away and shaking your head with embarrassment. "No, I meant Cillian...! I'm so sorry!"

"What's this about some Jonathan guy?" Cillian teased. "You dummy." He chuckled, grabbing you and pulling you back down on his chest again. He went back to that hypnotic way of stroking your hair. "Did I do a good job? Did ya enjoy yourself?"

"Oh, fuck, Cillian... that was so fucking fun..." You giggled, biting your lip as you looked up at him. "You're so hot... and so fucking talented..."

"Talented..?" He wheezed, cupping your face in between his hands as you spoke to him.

"Yeah... god... just how you so effortlessly talk in that American accent... it's so degrading and so fucking hot..." You rambled, rolling your eyes into the back of your head as you talked about him. "And I loved the whole... 'he's not right here right now'... thing even though you were right here...."

"You've still got a bit of m'cum on your throat..." He chuckled, glancing down at the ruby he gave you, glazed in a thin layer of cum. "Look so pretty covered in me cum..." Cillian hummed with a distracted and dazed look in his eyes as he daydreamed at the sight of your tits and the new shiny necklace around your pretty neck. In a way, it symbolized a way of permanently marking you. You were his. Any other bloke that tried to take a glance at you would see that cherry-red ruby and know to back the fuck off because this is Cillian Murphy's girl.

"Thank you... Daddy..." You whispered, pressing your face softly into his neck and slowly nuzzling your nose all the way up until you had your lips against his cheek. "I look so pretty with this new necklace you gave me... thank you... you're such a good boyfriend..." You whispered into his ear in a hypnotizing way.

"Yer welcome, babie," He grumbled, pressing kisses to your jaw as you licked softly at his jaw and neck. "Love buyin' you new pretty t'ings for me to put on you... especially love what you bought for yourself today..." He whispered, referring to the white lingerie you wore earlier. "Fuck... my cock was hard the moment I laid eyes on ya..."

"Oh hush," You giggled, poking him on the chest as you straddled him. "Maybe we could do that again sometime?" You asked coyly while you straddled his hips.

"What? Have me fuck ya as you call me another man's name?" Cillian asked in mock annoyance.

"No..."

"I'm just teasing, love..." Cillian laughed, kissing you softly. "'Course we can do it again, love... I saw how fuckin' wet you got the moment you realized who I was being."

"Obviously... I would like regular... doctor checkups from Jonathan..."

"'Course..." Cillian nodded curtly and with a smug smirk. "Dr. Crane's... very obsessive... gotta check in on his favorite patient..."

"But... also..."

"Hmmm? Cillian hummed, running his hands up your back with some soap. He softly rubbed in the soap along your sore and used body.

"Could we do Jackson Rippner next time?" You asked, covering your face in your hands.

"Huh?" He laughed in surprise.

"Just you were so sexy... in that movie..." "But he was a terrorist with an awful haircut!" Cillian protested with a bewildered grin on his face.

"Pleaaasee... daddy... it could be so good... pretty please..." You begged, giving him those sad eyes that instantly made him give in.

"Fine... fine, just as long as I don't have to cut my bloody hair..." He grumbled, rolling his eyes playfully.

"We are going on that little trip next week..." You whispered cheekily. "We could do a little somethin' somethin' on the plane..." You grinned.

"Oh yeah?" Cillian chortled. "Can you imagine? 'Cillian Murphy caught goin' into the airplane bathrooms with his young girlfriend to shag.' The stupid papers would shat out their own minds."

"We wouldn't get caught... daddy..." You whispered, nuzzling his nose. "Please..." You cried pathetically into his ear, all while seductively running your fingers up his body.

"Fuck me... alright..." He huffed. "But you have to go along with every word I say to you, alright? I'm also not getting a haircut... We can't fuck this up..." He told you commandingly. He paused for a moment before continuing. "But also, the idea of fuckin' you in some tight little airplane bathroom and having to keep you quiet is making me lose my mind..."

"Mhm..." You hummed, leaning in to kiss him. "Whatever you say goes, Cillian... I'll be a good girl." "I know you will, baby... 'cause I know you don't wanna find out what Jackson does to bad girls..." He whispered in your ear, causing you to shudder.

You really couldn't wait for this trip.

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Part two?? Yes or no?? AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED I'M SO PROUD OF THIS ONE.

PART TWO!!!

[styluswritesdc]

Hi, I've read all your posts and I loved them all. Now, we could have the DC villains with their love, who is a vigilante (female reader), find a child and, as a result, they begin to raise him together. ❤️

thank you so much that's so sweet :(

this is fun considering another child related request I received recently! luckily for this child they have you here to influence the rogues! if there's any specific character you'd like and/or anything fleshed out Lemme know!

Riddler/Edward Nygma

oh no. nonono we're not keeping it.

nono! he's not gonna hear it! he doesn't care how much you want it!

...well okay.. you've worn him down.. but don't expect him to "hang out" with "it"

okay he deserved that smack but seriously why are you doing this to yourself! he's enough of a child as is!

Don't let it get its narstie child hands on his stuff! its not a toy >:(

Despite all of that, it is quite sweet when they start warming up to each other.. he's showing them how to solve basic puzzles and trying not to be too critical (extremely hard for him so please be patient).

he will be getting them a tiny green suit tailored along with a matching bowler and cane. so cute.

imagine this asshole showing up for parent teacher meetings and being the poor teacher who "had the nerve" to give his kid less than an A+

he's a bit emotionally unavailable but tries to make up with it through quality time. be this teaching them programming, computer science, and playing board games.

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

ugh you really want it?? fine. but you have to take care of it, feed it and walk it.

I've always imagined him being that odd uncle who's off-putting because he's literally insane but other than that he's cool..

he will teach them reading, writing, spelling and basics like that.

this child will have half the house off limits as Jon's paranoid they'll touch/break some of his lab tech or worst case scenario come in contact with some of his toxins.

he understood terror at an early age and will not want to inflict that on his own child.

with his background, he also studied child psychology so he understands the importance of his presence in their life.. despite how reluctant he may feel about it.

will read them bedtime stories. he's surprisingly good at the voices!

imagine how much fun Halloween will be for this kid! despite how many schemes he might have for the bat and Gotham, this kid will have a whole day dedicated to them. trick or treating and age appropriate films will ensue!

TwoFace/Harvey Dent

okay I can see this going one or two (haha) ways. either this guy is like "no absolutely not" or they decide to try turn over a new leaf.

They will not be their father. end of.

they will be present, loving and kind. no voices will ever be raised towards this kid.

he would, for the first time in awhile, be conscious of his scarring. its a brilliant tool for crime, he looks scary and intimidating.

but as a father? they don't want to be stared at in public, scare other children in the park or at their child's school... and most of all, they don't want their child to be embarrassed or ashamed of them.

they want to be an actual family.

Harvey is doing most of the talking and fronting now. Harv is still present, as he always was, watching over Harvey as alters do.

Harv's fond of the child. believe me, if any harm came to them from either rogue, thug or GCPD, Big Bad Harv will make his comeback.

Black Mask/Roman Sionis

Oh okay you want it? sure doll... just like, keep it away from his office, yeah?

Honestly he's kind of chill about the whole thing, almost indifferent.

at first he's lowkey expecting you to get bored and that'll be the end of it.. but when you don't, suddenly he's kind of freaking out.

its like when dads are calm during the pregnancy but when the baby's coming its actually happening and they panic.

He's worried about safety even more now. this is an extremely paranoid man. now its increased tenfold.

this child is going to have bodyguards galore. to and from school, when they're outside, hell- they sneeze and they'll have a tissue handed to them by one!

No matter how much you protest he's going to spoil this kid. no matter what they want. oh? they're six and want a pink elephant? done. they want a fully functional crane for their sandbox? already in the post.

kind of emotionally unavailable because he's so connected to crime he wants you and your child to not miss him too much if he dies.

Bane

Oh hell yeah he's down. excellent lineage! this kid will be powerful and strong! but still, they will have a childhood.

he's such a good dad :( it actually makes me sad.

he's nurturing. both within the ring and outside of it.

this child will be strong physically, mentally and emotionally.

this massive man has a humungous heart. yes, to others he's calculating, stoic and reserved.

but he will be going to the park with this kid and getting on the fucking seesaw. that's such a funny image oh my god. could you imagine being another parent and seeing that??

he raises this child to be a protector from bullies and an advocate for themself too.

despite all this he is TOTALLY that dad who loses his mind when doing Math homework. MATH IS MATH why did they suddenly change it?? when did long division get so convoluted??

the child will cry, as did we all. but they'll go and get ice cream after to cheer them up :)

[summercourtship]

Hi,

I love how you write Jonathan Crane and I’m always stalking on AO3!

That being said, could you do an NSFW Alphabet for him?

Thank you so much!!

thank you!!

I would have been very surprised if I received no requests for Jonathan lol

NSFW Alphabet: Jonathan Crane (Nolan!Verse) (18+)

warnings: mentions of dubious consent, unhealthy relationships, manipulative actions, sexual topics obviously

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There are two possible outcomes for Jonathan post-sex: sometimes, he goes right back to whatever he was doing before and basically ignores you. But other times he practically smothers you with affection after sex. Not necessarily in a caring way, either, it's definitely more like love-bombing. He doesn't want your mind straying from him, he wants you to associate that beautiful state of post-coital bliss with him and what he was able to do for you. He wants you to be completely dependent on him, and he will definitely encourage that behavior after sex- he'll offer to do everything for you, cooing sweet praise in your ear all the while- which just makes the times where he ignores you seem that much more devastating, which in turn makes you needier for him when he returns. In his mind, it's a win-win.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: I don't imagine that Jonathan views himself as being particularly attractive and thus doesn't exactly have a favorite body part of his. If pressed on the issue, he would say something corny like his mind. Yours: Legs. From the calves to your thighs, he loves to kiss his way up your legs to your cunt or keep a possessive hand on your thigh when he's sitting next to you. He loves to watch them part to make room for him or how they feel when you wrap them around him when he's fucking into you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants to mark you from the inside out, wants to claim you as his in the most primal way possible... he's coming inside. Would definitely fuck you in his office, come inside, and then pull up your underwear so it doesn't drip down your thighs as you go about the rest of your day with his come inside of you. (Whether or not you immediately go to the bathroom to clean it up yourself is up to you.)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to expose you to higher doses of the fear toxin so badly. The mental image he has concocted of you, wide eyed with fear and begging him for reprieve, is enough to make his cock swell with need and derail whatever he was thinking about before. He hasn't gotten to the point where he'll beg you for it, but I think if you found out about it, you could tease him with it enough for him to break and just beg you to let me give it to you, please?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn't actually have a crazy amount of experience. A few flings in college and med school, but enough that he has some semblance of confidence in what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can look in your eyes and see you lose yourself is one he will prefer. He wants to see your usually intelligent eyes fade as you become a needy mess, barely able to string together your pleas to come. He wants you to wrap yourself around him, to push himself so close to you that it is like you are one being, only separated by a centimeter or two of space. He'll take you from behind, but only in very specific scenarios and typically as a form of punishment or because he just needed to have you right then and there.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is very serious unless he's chuckling at your expense. If you laugh during sex, expect him to be a baby about it, it will completely ruin his mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't have that much body hair to begin with-- the usual spots like underarms and legs, some on his chest, and a light happy trail leading to a small amount of hair at the base of his cock. He keeps it neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's horribly intimate but it's not exactly romantic. He's just an overwhelming presence, he wants all of your focus in those moments to be entirely on him, just as his is entirely on you. His desire for you can feel all-consuming sometimes, like being caught in a blaze that you can't escape from. It's almost a relief when you're done and he lets you go... only for him to bring you back to him when the need strikes him again.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he first found himself attracted to you, he found that he needed to pleasure himself more often. Before you got together, he almost felt like a man possessed-- there were times where it was almost as soon as you left his presence that he was pulling himself out with a groan of your name. Once you got together, though, he doesn't have that need anymore (because he can just fuck you instead). He likes to watch you masturbate too, especially when you get all shy and flustered under his gaze.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I mentioned it before but intoxication. It doesn't even need to be his fear toxin, though there is an allure to the intimacy that comes with it being his own creation that's incapacitating you. But there's something about you being completely dependent on him in that moment that is addicting to him. Fear kink, duh. But not just for seeing you afraid-- if you could manage to make him afraid, that would be enough to keep him going all night.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers his bedroom, but will happily take you in other parts of his apartment (bent over the counter, against one of the windows looking out on Gotham, on the table, draped overtop of you on the couch), in his office (having you on the desk, making you kneel beneath it, trying to balance the two of you on his chair), his car.... He has definitely thought about taking you to the warehouse where he manufactures the fear toxin and fucking you there, but he would not want any of his hired men to see. So it remains a fantasy. (In the same vein, has definitely thought about taking you in an alleyway as Scarecrow).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Power. He likes to have control. A lot of his fantasies with you revolve around having some sort of fucked up power dynamic. While he is definitely interested in making you codependent on him, he wants you to fight back. He would not be interested if you just gave up immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would not want to be humiliated. If he feels like he's being made fun of, he will stop. While he likes to see your brain turn off during sex, he would not be interested in someone who doesn't value their own intelligence. You are an intelligent person, that's why he's drawn to you. Don't play dumb, it makes you look like a fool and he doesn't suffer fools.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I will never write a man who doesn't give oral. But also, he actually loves eating you out. The way your thighs tremble around his head, the noises you make, how your hand grips his hair as you take from him what you want... it's one of his favorite ways to be intimate with you. If you're giving him oral, expect to receive much of the same treatment.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends entirely on his mood. I think he can both be punishingly fast and torturously slow and it's always a guessing game.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. Not everyday, but often enough that it's definitely on your mind when he calls you into his office or if he lingers in his car for too long.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If he brings it up- yes. If you bring it up, you would have to convince him to try something new. Despite his seemingly uncaring exterior, he is very aware of how he appears to others and is fairly insecure. He will not to anything that might make him look foolish, even if it's just between you two.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends entirely on how worked up he is. But he can definitely likes to make sure you come at least twice before he does, so even if you aren't going for multiple rounds you get that.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. Though I can see him being intrigued by the idea of using them (he has definitely thought about tying you down and using a vibrator on you until you're begging for release), I don't think he would actually do it... unless, of course, you wanted him to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He enjoys building up to the act, so I imagine orgasm denial is a fairly regular occurrence with him. Expect him to bring you to the edge multiple times before letting you come. He would also then be into overstimulating you a bit, just to see what else he can pull out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, he would definitely quiet any sounds that imply a lack of control. He would still talk to you during it, but he would muffle any grunts, groans, moans, etc. That is, unless you actually manage to make him lose some of his control, then he might loosen up a bit. There was one time where you could have sworn you heard him whine before he came but you knew better than to bring it up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has spent more time than he'd like to admit on the fantasy of being your doctor or therapist. Both with you as an inmate in the asylum and as a normal patient. I might have to write something for this because I can't stop thinking about it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's average. Not too big, not too small, not too girthy, maybe a little bit on the skinny side but not excessively. I never really put much thought into a character's penis, it's not important to me.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As mentioned before, prior to meeting you, his sex drive was pretty low. He had other more important things to worry about. He could get away with masturbating once a week and be just fine. But then he met you and something... shifted. Suddenly, it was like he was a teenager again, his veins thrumming with need. Once he was finally able to actually fuck you, he was insatiable. It calms down after a while, but he's still eager to have you whenever he can.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You will never see him fall asleep before you. It's rare to even wake up in the middle of the night and see him asleep beside you. He likes to watch you fall asleep, though. Knowing that you think he's safe to be around when he is decidedly not is almost enough to make him wake you back up for another round. But no, he'll let you sleep.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

I love you , your blog, your writing. Everything !!! Ahdjsis you are so amazing dear author. I just scroll black mask tag from top to bottom and I love it! Since the request is open if you dont mind and got free time. Can I request top 5 having nightmare where reader dead and when they wake up reader not beside them? Let's say they're in the kitchen drinking water or going to bathroom. Thank you! But you don't have to if it's too hard or specific! I hope you have great day! 🌻

Omg thank you so much 😭❤️ so sorry this took so long!

Come Back to Bed

Scarecrow: He opened his eyes, jolting before his eyes fluttered open his heart racing. Though it wouldnt be clear he had a nightmare. He swallowed and reached to his side find an empty space. He turned his head. Unable to find you. He got up his heart racing a little more though didn't show it as he went through the place. He found you in the kitchen with a glass of water heading back to the bedroom. His shoulders dropped, the only visible sign of his relief. "...Come back to Bed. Now." He said, even being sure to take your free hand. You even got a cuddle.

The Riddler: He sat up sharply, hand to his chest almost immediately. He was sweating a little, his heart racing under his palm. Though when he turned to check on you. You weren't there. Panic surged through him. The possibility that his dream was a reality. He got out of bed and left the bedroom to see the bathroom light on under the crack of the door. Then the door opened and you jumped. "Son of a- Ed! You scared the hell out of me!" You said. "Me!? You scared me! What are you doing!?" He demanded. "I went to the bathroom. Why are you telling!?" "I thought you- oh, never mind! Come back to Bed. Right now." When you got back into bed, he climbed in behind you immediately cuddling into you.

Two-Face: The yell of your name in the middle of the night made you jump. The glass of water in your hand jerking sending water splashing your face and over your hand. You shuddered. "Yeah!?" "Where the hell are you!?" Harv' ground out. "Kitchen!" You called back and he was storming into the room within seconds. "Are you okay?" Harvey asked. "I'm good. What's wrong?" He let out a long sigh. "Nothing...nothing...just...Come back to bed." He grabbed your arms lightly and steered you back towards the bedroom. "Did you have a nightmare?" You asked. "It doesn't matter." He insisted.

Black Mask: He was immediately yelling your name. As you turned the corner around the hall, you came face to face with a pistol. You screeched and threw up your hands. "Roman!? What the fuck!?" "Why didn't you answer me!? I thought someone broke in!" He snapped putting the gun down. "I didn't hear you!" You exclaimed. "I was in the bathroom!" "I thought you fucking died, woke up and then you were gone and I thought someone broke in! Fuck ...me" He doubled over. "You thought I died?" You frowned. "...shut up, come back to bed." He huffed as though embarrassed.

Mad Hatter: He screamed making you drop the glass in fright and sprint towards him. "What is it!? What's wrong!?" It took half an hour for him to give a response. "I had a nightmare something happened to you...but then I woke up. You weren't there and i thought...I thought..." "thought what Jervis?" "I got the sudden thought that you weren't real." Your expression softened. "...oh Jervis." He looked close to tears, breath quivering. "Can we just g-go back to bed? Please?" You nodded slowly. "Yeah, let's go."

[everlastingauthor]

Dating Jonathan Crane

⋆.˚ ★— Author's Note: Eyy first Jonathan Crane fan fiction, Jonathan Crane aka The Scarecrow has always been my favorite villain from the DC universe since I was a kid! Please do not re-upload my work or feed it to ai, if you wish to translate my work and upload please get my permission first and credit me that's all I ask for, please remember to stay hydrated, take your vitamins and medicine, and remember you are loved.

⋆.˚ ★— Tags: Villain Romance, Angst, Fluff, Nightmare-ish, GN Reader X Jonathan Crane, & Nolanverse Scarecrow

⋆.˚ ★— Request Open: ☑ Yes | No

✦ Jonathan is the type to approach you with charm, a bit of twisted charm. He'll compliment you and get you flowers. He won't let you know that he likes you at first. He'll wait until you reciprocate those feelings and once you do, he'll take you on a date. He'll cook for you at his home. Jonathan lives in a nice farm home that has been in his family for generations, the makeshift scarecrow in the cornfield feels uneasy but you try to enjoy your night with Jonathan, he made your favorite food and made sure everything is perfect such a beautiful night until he tells you about his work and being the Scarecrow. He was ready for you to be frightened even run because Jonathan loved a good chance, but you sit there unfazed and not scared, you tell him that you don't care and want to go on more dates, Jonathan is grinning with delight because now he has even more of a reason to never let you go.

✦ Jonathan absolutely loves to slow dance with you at home, with music in the back around as you both dance. He hands his hands on your hips and head rested against your head, he tells you how beautiful you are and how much he adores you. He'll give you a twirl and pull you back to him. He'll tell you how much you mean to him, how you have invaded his mind like a drug; he'll tell you how no one else can't touch you but him as he grips your hips. If anyone dares look at you, then he'll make them see something else much more dark and twisted that they'll die screaming for mercy. Jonathan thinks these words will scare you off, but no you just kiss him and tell him to keep talking.

✦ Whenever he falls asleep at his desk in the basement, you'll come down there with a wool blanket and drape it over him, you can see he was working on a formula for fear toxin. You'll remove his glasses and kiss him on the head; when you try to walk away, Jonathan will grab you by the arm and pull you onto his lap; he'll wake up looking at you with those blue,, tired eyes. He's so grateful to have you caring for him, especially when you bring him food down to the basement so that he can eat, even water so that he can hydrate.

✦ Whenever Jonathan is having an episode like mumbling to himself or talking to his reflection. He'll try to stay away from you not wanting you to deal with the Scarecrow, no he doesn't want the Scarecrow to meet you because even though Jonathan prides himself on being the Scarecrow, he wouldn't want you to get put in danger with his obsession with fear. The Scarecrow will scream at Jonathan to let him meet you, to play with you, and to even see if you could handle true fear. But Jonathan will scream no and no again, until you come and hug him. You stop him from making his knuckles bleed from hitting the desk, and when he looks at you, the voice in his head is gone. You'll lead him over to the couch and let him rest his head in your lap, as you hum softly running your fingers through his hair, the voices went quiet and it feels nice.

✦ Jonathan loves to get you flowers, chocolates, and give you letters. He prides himself on getting you gifts, nothing cheap or even low looking. Jonathan wants to make sure you get the best from him. Especially in the bedroom, when it comes to sex with Jonathan Crane he likes to be dominant you in the bedroom, he won't see you trembling from fear but from pleasure as he sucks, kisses, and licks in all the right places. He'll tease you and make you beg until your nothing but a whimpering and moaning mess, he'll praise you and tell you how lovely you taste, how good you are doing, and that you can take more. He won't stop until you are breathless and tap out.

✦ Aftercare, Jonathan will give you tons of aftercare after bedroom activities. He'll draw you nice warm bath, get you some water, and fresh pajamas and undergarments. He'll wash you up and kiss your shoulders, he'll tell you how well you did and that you are magical. He'll cuddle with you in bed afterwards, rubbing small circles on your back until you fall asleep.

✦ Of course you get weird stares, nasty comments, and whispers from some people in Gotham, whenever you are out with Jonathan and holding his hand. People assume you are insane like him, how could you date a man that turned Gotham into chaos. But you don't care what others think, this only encourages you to kiss him on the cheek and call him pet names like dear, sweetheart, and my love. You even had a run with Batman when walking back home from your apartment, the Dark Knight trying to warn you how dangerous and insane Scarecrow is. This only made you mad and berate the city hero before walking off.

✦ Jonathan eventually has you move in with him, he wants to wake to you every morning and go to bed with you every night. This is also gives you a chance to be away from your nosey neighbors and find work online that doesn't have to do with Gotham. Because who would hire someone dating a villain.

✦ You once accidentally got dosed with Jonathan's fear toxin when messing around in his lab; you experienced the worst nightmare-ish images, making you scream and kick. Jonathan had to hold you close and rock you against his chest while telling you it was not real and to snap out of it; after a couple of minutes, you had passed out. Jonathan carried you to the bedroom and let you rest. When you woke up, Jonathan brought you water and food but also scolded you for messing around his lab; he told you never to ever go messing around in his lab. You apologized, and Jonathan was just glad you were okay; now he has to order a padlock.

✦ Lastly Jonathan loves when you lay on top of him, whenever he's reading a book. He'll rub your back and sometimes read to you, when the rain is pouring outside, you'll listen to his heartbeat as he reads his book. The blankets are halfway covering your guys' bodies. When you fall asleep, Jonathan will look at you and close his book before wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. You are the peace after his storm and he's grateful to have you in his life.

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[pumpkinstrawbrew]

masked x unmasked *part 1*

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(why yes, shall i get more an' more ambitious in well, uh limitation of my current skillset, but still. more kissing! drawing them kissing gives me life *esp now, when i've got hella sick again lol* if i’ll draw them smooching 100 times, i will prob reach immortality. ooor i will be able to have this engraved on my headstone. one or the other!

but welp, as the title suggests, this collage focused on a scenario, where crane isn’t the scarecrow just yet. i believe, i mentioned that AU-ish idea in another drawing before. but this one, specifically depicting the comicverse scarebat. with this being said, this still implies that jonathan caused bo to crash the car. an’ that he most likely did smth to his predecessor *he didn’t murder him tho*, when it comes to his position as professor, an’ he still has fascination with fear, but it’s way more tame, than what kind of stuff he typically does in canon. it’s a slow-burnish corruption for him. but yeah, he will eventually become the scarecrow, anyways. but for now, he’s jonathan crane. an unlikely ally of the gotham’s new, mysterious vigilante. each art addresses different stages / moments of their relationships. starting from batman’s ambiguous, slightly intimidating flirting an’ ending up with jon getting bold enough to return his affection an’ even be the one, who initiates it. i suppose, it took him a while to realize, that this isn't some cruel joke at his expense or anything.

an' since this is comicverse, i kinda wanted this arts set to look a bit comic book-y too. as if looking at an old comic book page or smth along those lines. the final result, prob doesn't give off that vibe, but i still like how it turned out. as essentially, this art is one of those works that have around 4 different versions of it. an’ i just posting the ones, which look the most 'interesting'. but since filter did obscuring some lil details, here is a recollection of jonathan blushing throughout the whole thing.

i wasn’t able to keep this feature in the posted version, since it ended up looking kinda odd. but in case, someone might have wanted to see this, here it is.

aside from that, i think that in this set, the arts themselves are pretty straightforward, an’ more focused on the action aspect vs specific set up, aside from AU-ish frame. but i do imagine, that in the top right artwork *the one, where bruce is maskless*, while jon’s glasses make it hard to tell where he’s looking or not, his eyes are actually closed, since it’s the only condition in which bruce will openly reveal his identity to him. i also imagine, that since jonathan’s eyesight is pretty poor, sometimes, he might just take off his glasses an’ see bruce as a blurry shadow, but at least, still have some things to go from. like the fact, that bruce’s eye color is blue an’ he’s a brunette. it's their lil trust game, an' despite being curious, crane is too scared to screw this up just bc he wants to see his lover's face. not to mention, that typically jonathan not super obsessed an’ sometimes literally doesn’t care too much about batman’s everyday persona, since it doesn’t change much for him. whoever batman is, he’s the exact same man for him, inside the cowl or without it.

an’ oh yeah, it's indeed part 1. since i have sketched the set up, where bruce aren’t batman *bc his parents had never died in that universe* but jon is still the scarecrow, the notorious criminal. it doesn’t seem to deter wayne’s heir, who flirts with him for some reason tho.

p.s the most top left art used to be this .)