#mothhball

[cillixn]

No way Paul is 40 now

That man looks freshly hatched

40 year old man? nah, 480 month baby 😌

[novashelby]

Spell Out Your URL with Song Titles

Tagged by @mothhball Thank you, lovely. 🩷🩷🩷

Your girl be dating herself with some of these...lmfao Don't judge me.

N-Norwegian Wood-The Beatles O-Obsessed-Mariah Carey V-Voodoo Child-Jimi Hendrix A-All I Wanna Do-Jay Park S-Say My Name-Destiny's Child H-Houdini-Eminem E-Empire State of Mind-Jay-Z-Alicia Keys L-Lady Marmalade-like every pop girl in the 00s B-Billie Jean-Michael Jackson Y-You Oughta Know-Alanis Morissette I will tag @wonderlanddreamer @lau219 @darlingsfandom @beastofburdenxo @birdaquarius @futurefamousdeadmusician @evita-shelby @justrainandcoffee

[godspeedviper]

logging back in after a few days and seeing the comments left behind by @mothhball got me like

[feasibilities]

Sight and Smell - Tom x Married!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: Tom has feelings for you and won't let anyone stop him from telling you how he feels. Warnings: Drug Use, Infidelity, Allusions to Cuckolding, Sex as Punishment, Choking, Pining, etc. Author's Note: Readers need love too! I did some research on luxury hotels in Dublin as well (because I want a late-night rendezvous with Cillian in one of them). Also, thank you @mothhball for tagging me in the prompt that spawned this insane story. I hope you enjoy it!

The sight of your beautiful smile and the smell of your redolent perfume were mainstays of Tom’s psyche. He knew your husband, Seán, since they were kids. You came along during secondary school. He knew it was wrong to lust for any woman who wasn’t Marianne, but you were different. For the first time, he felt a deep-seated jealousy toward his friend. Knocking on the front door, Tom was finally prepared to tell you how he really felt. This party would go down in history. 

“Hey, Tom. Seán will be here soon. Won’t you come in?” You smiled sweetly. You noticed that he looked disheveled and restless. 

“Of course.” Tom replied. While you led him to the kitchen, he admired how your black dress hugged your figure. He hated that Seán got to see the treasures that lie underneath. 

“Where’s Marianne?” You inquired, going back to cleaning the champagne flutes. 

“U-um, she wasn’t feeling well so she stayed back.” Tom faltered, taking quick peeks at your cleavage. 

“Ah. Well, I hope she feels better soon. How have you been?” You asked.

“Fine.” Tom answered plainly

Walking toward him, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. 

“Are you feeling okay, hun?” You asked innocently. 

Taking your hand away, Tom hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You heard him lock it shut shortly after. You stood there stunned before continuing to prepare for the party. 

After separating the thin white powder into lines, he gummed what was left over on his fingers. Snorting each line was like a hard reset for his body. His heart felt like it was clawing its way out of his chest. Collapsing near the bathroom sink, he trembled and cursed himself. He sat himself up in a corner and breathed deeply. The palpitations of his heart subsided. 

Hearing offbeat jazz come from the living area, Tom jumped up and gathered himself. He had to get this out of his system before guests arrived. It was now or never. 

“I need to talk to you.” Tom blurted out, watching you arrange hors d'oeuvres on multiple platters. 

“Fucking hell, Tom. You scared me half to death.” You jumped. 

“Listen, it’s very important-“ Tom started.

“Can it wait until after the party, hun?” You corrected.

“It can’t.” Tom said, growing irritated by the second. 

“Fine. What is it?” You said, exasperated. 

“I have loved you since I met you all those years ago. I think about you all the time. I hate that Seán got to you first.” Tom confessed, staring into your eyes. 

You stayed silent and stared back at him. You felt a mix of panic and curiosity. Seán would kill Tom with his bare hands if he heard this conversation. Tom’s advances made sense—especially since you felt the same way. You loved your husband with all of your heart, but you can’t say you never thought about leaving. He was away for work way too much. When he was here, he wasn’t present emotionally. Intimacy was poorer than it had ever been. You yearned for something different—rather, something electrifying. Tom was the closest you could get.

“We can’t do it here, Tom. I can meet you in a hotel after the party. Now, take these platters into the dining room. Be careful to not let anything fall.” You ordered. 

Tom’s eyes widened at your proposal. You’ve never seen him move so fast in the time that you knew him. Guests, including Seán, began to arrive. He kissed you deeply and gave you an embarrassingly hard smack on your ass. It felt like he was putting on the show of a happy couple in front of everyone. Tom was left to brood angrily as you gave him sympathetic glances throughout the party. Shortly after everyone’s departure, you got a text from Tom about your impending rendezvous.

Room 427 at The Westbury. Hope you’re still up for the challenge. 

“Challenge?” You murmured as you applied your makeup at your vanity.

“Where are you headed, love?” Seàn slurred, toying with your hair. He was too drunk to notice you flipping your phone over. 

“Out with friends. I’ll be back late.” You replied. 

“You know, I want to spend more time with you. I miss you.” He said, kissing your shoulder and starting to untie your house robe. This was another empty promise. You politely moved his hands and went back to finishing your makeup. 

“We can spend time together when I get back, Seán. I need some time to myself, ’s all.” You said. Finally getting the message, he stumbled to the bed and fell asleep.

— 

“Fuck, right there…” You moaned as Tom thrusted into you at steady pace. You raked your nails down his back—marking your territory for the time being. He stared down at you with the same admiration earlier. He loved the way your breasts moved with each thrust. He loved the resplendent noises you made when he bottomed out. You clenched around him as your legs began to shake.  Your eyes fluttered shut before you felt his hand grab your throat. He squeezed enough to limit your blood flow. You were lightheaded, but still conscious.

“Open your fucking eyes. This is what you wanted, right?” Tom hissed, speeding up his movements. This time was much more brutal.

“Yes.” You whimpered, feeling like you were about to break in half. 

Tom kissed you harshly and watched as you fell apart. Unintelligible praises came from you as he pounded you into the plush mattress. Your walls spasmed frenetically as you came. He wanted to make sure that you thought of him every time you fucked Seán. To his own perverse wish, this was payback for not choosing the better man.  Flipping you on your stomach, Tom yanked your hips backward and started taking you from behind. He put a pillow underneath you to soften the blows, but to no avail. He was reaching depths that your husband dreamed of. You weeped quietly and 

“Would be fucking sick if Seán came in and saw me nailing his wife, eh?” Tom teased, panting in your ear. A cruel part of you got off on the thought of him listening in on you two. Maybe he would give you the attention you deserve. A faint “Mhmm” emitted from you in response. 

“Cum inside me.” You cooed, looking back at him with heavy eyes. You bit your lip and clenched around him once more. His thrusts staggered as he came with a loud groan. You sung his praises as he came down from his high. Pulling out, he saw his seed beginning to spill out of you. He caught some with his fingers and pushed it back inside.  He pumped himself mindlessly before laying next to you. His stark blue eyes studied your features. He traced his fingertips along your back. You looked back at him lovingly before drifting off to sleep. 

Grabbing your lace underwear from the floor, Tom huffed them desperately. Similar to cocaine, he felt a sense of euphoria. He took in the sweet, earthy scent as he grew hard again. He didn't want to disturb you, so he walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He finally got what he wanted. 

[paradiseprincesss]

imperfect for you | jonathan crane

i saw the moodboard @mothhball made for jonathan cranes mornings, and i was like i must write a fluffy fic about this immediately! also this is inspired by imperfect for you by ariana grande because as an ari stan, i had to write something based off her songs and this fit perfect with this song.

summary: you and jonathan spend the morning together, and you're feeling a little anxious from the stressful week you've had - but not to worry, your psychiatrist boyfriend knows exactly how to calm you down and cheer you up.

warnings: reader has a shitty week lol, minor age gap, kissing, jon spoils the reader hehehehe just fluff really

word count: 1.3k

masterlist

it was a quiet sunday morning, the sunlight beamed through the window of you and jonathan's shared apartment, and you stirred softly, waking from your sleep. you softly opened your eyes as you quietly awoke from your slumber - but you felt the absence of arms wrapped around you.

turning around, you noticed that the other side of the bed was empty, and you glanced over to the sunshine that was starting to peek through the curtains covering your big window; it was peaceful, serene.

you could hear water running in the kitchen, and some dishes being moved around as well as what sounded like utensils. with a yawn, you reached over to the bedside table and unplugged your phone, scrolling through the notifications. after a few moments of looking through your phone and replying to a few unanswered messages from your friends, you toss the phone on the pillow beside you with a quiet little huff.

the week you had with truly a week sent from hell. nothing seemed to be going right for you - nothing! true story. it all started on monday when your alarm didn't go off, and you were embarrassingly late to your lecture, which your professor wasn't too happy about. after the last half hour of the lecture you managed to catch, you had to beg your professor to extend the deadline for an assignment you had forgotten to hand in over the previous weekend, god it was humiliating.

then tuesday rolled around, and it was like the universe was punishing you. as you were driving to the gym, the check engine light in your car flicked on.

so, wednesday came along...and you didn't have a car since it was getting serviced in the shop, and jonathan was at work but you had to get groceries. you didn't want to walk to the grocery store because you'd have to carry the heavy groceries all the way back to your apartment, so you spent a ridiculous amount of money on getting your groceries delivered.

thursday and friday came and went, nothing too crazy happened until the end of the day on friday. as you were on your way home from the mechanics, with your repaired car (were not going to talk about the financial damage that did), you received a notification on your phone that your grade was updated for the late project you handed in, and the grade was...well, it wasn't the best mark you received, let's just say that.

when it came to saturday, you spent the day napping and wallowing in self pity, because after the week you had - why wouldn't you? jonathan was unfortunately working on saturday, which was unusual but he occasionally worked an extra shift on saturday if he needed to work through any extra patient files, intake forms, prescriptions and such. after he was off work, you were already curled up in bed and fast asleep, so he quietly showered and got into bed with you.

and now, finally, were here - sunday morning.

"sweetheart?" jonathan's voice snapped you out of your mental reflection of the shit week you just had, and you quickly looked up to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom.

jonathan wasn't in his usual suit and tie - no, he was in his grey sweats (don't even get me started on what those did to you), and his black t-shirt, and his glasses.

"i called out your name because i thought i heard you and i thought you had woken up, but you didn't respond. i came in here to check on you - are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks softly, looking at you with an expression that was mixed with him being both concerned but smitten at you in your sleepy state, bedhead and all.

as soon as he finished his sentence, the tears started to fall. you didn't even notice them really, but as soon as he saw you start to cry, he was rushing to sit with you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you in hopes to comfort you. jonathan placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head and spoke softly to you.

"oh, sweetheart..." he takes his hand and tilts your chin up to look at your pretty face, and uses his thumb to wipe the tears streaming down your cheeks, "what's wrong?"

you choked back a sob as he asked you that, and you looked away, embarrassed. "i've just had such a shitty week, jon. i feel like such a failure." you mumble, feeling yourself get worked up emotionally.

"hey," he says gently, softly guiding you to look at him again, "deep breaths, my love, deep breaths. you are not a failure."

you look at him with a pouty expression and teary eyes, his words always had an effect on you. "i barely passed on my last assignment, and i just- i just feel like i fucked up. it's so stupid."

"i understand, i can't imagine how stressful that must be." he softly says to you, even though he can imagine how stressful that is, he studied to be a doctor after all - but to him, your feelings were always a top priority, he always wanted you to feel validated.

"and," you say, tears overflowing again, "since the car was in the shop, i had to get the groceries delivered to the apartment and it was expensive - and don't even get me started on the car. that was a nightmare, it was expensive to fix the stupid thing."

jonathan just chuckles softly, "i told you to use my card for things like that, sweetheart. groceries, car payments, shopping, all that - i gave you my other credit card specifically so that you wouldn't have to worry about that kind of stuff." jonathan says softly, kissing the top of your head again.

"...well, i was stressed, okay? i forgot you gave it to me." you say, looking up at him innocently.

he just shook his head and laughed softly, pulling you into a kiss, and kept his arms around you, to hold you close, keep you there, be there for you.

after a moment, you pulled away to whisper softly to him. "thank you for loving me even when i'm a mess."

he looks at you lovingly, "i'll love you under any circumstance, darling, don't be silly." he says to you, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, the little action making your heart leap.

"before i knew you, i was always fucked up - like, so anxious all the time. emotionally distressed, i'm not even kidding...but i'm not like that since i met you." you say softly to him, as he kept you in his arms.

"you're the love of my life, you know that?" he mumbles against your lips as he leans in for another kiss, which you gladly let him do.

"you make the bad stuff delightful. i love you." you say, breathlessly, between kisses.

after he heard you say that, he kept you wrapped up in his arms, the two of you tangled slightly in between the white sheets of your shared bed, the sun gently glimmering through the window. for a moment, the world was still, just the two of you - perfection in a world of imperfection.

"i made breakfast and coffee..." he says softly, and took your hand in his, "we should have it before it gets cold."

you giggle softly with a nod, and take his hand letting him lead you into the kitchen.

these were your favourite kind of mornings, the ones spent with the man you love, the ones where you could blissfully ignore the world as you were too wrapped up in jonathans warm embrance to care about anything else.

[littlefandomfairy]

🩷 (fluff) 🍆 (smut) 👿 (angst) 🩹 (hurt/comfort)

fic rec masterlist

🚬 Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

at the end of the day by @lis-likes-fics 🍆👿

a man with a reputation by @kadwrites (individual warnings)

girl dad (series) by @runnning-outof-time (individual warnings)

fourth times the charm by @moral-terpitude 🩷🍆

is it lightning that has me falling in love? (series) by @queenmaddsauthor (individual warnings)

call me tommy by @acewritesfics 🩷

show me how you need me by @cillianhead 🍆

just another nightmare by @your-nanas-house 🩷🍆

me time by @garrison-girl-08 🩷

nobody but her by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

dada by @babybluebex 🩷

body worship by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

frozen fear by @theonewiththefanfics 🩷🍆👿🩹

flipped (series) by @cillspropertea (individual warnings)

afternoon shelby chaos (series) by @teenwolf-theoriginals (individual warnings)

dad!tommy

mr. giraffe

the boys

and her name is...

evening shelby chaos

happy birthday, my love

ava and rob

arranged by @shewrites444 🍆👿

mrs. shelby's birthday by @garrison-girl-08 (individual warnings)

jealous thomas by @padfootdaredmetoo 🩷

never tired of you @runnning-outof-time 🩷

bedtime stories by @runnning-outof-time 🩷

come to bed by @runnning-outof-time 🩷

request by @padfootdaredmetoo 🩷👿🩹

lurking in the shadows by @pherelesytsia 🩷

old faces (series) by @garrison-girl-08

😴 Robert Fischer (Inception)

swollen boobs by @darlingsfandom 🍆

telling him you're pregnant by @babybluebex

morning sex by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆

hurt/comfort trope by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

are you asking me out? by @willaferrreyra 🩷

layover by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆

a deal in matrimony (series) by @hellotherekenobi (individual warnings)

the muse by @viesanterieures 🩷

💉 Jonathan Crane (Batman Begins)

nsfw alphabet by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆

domesticity by @differentclasss 🩷🍆

age gap by @madlittlecriminal 🩷🍆

closer by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆

headcanons by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆

crystal blue by @a-nemoiia 🩷

v.planifolia by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆

glowing by @acapelladitty 🩷

those little things by @mothhball 🩷

👠 Patricia 'Kitten' Braden (Breakfast On Pluto)

cheri cheri lady (series) by @pictureinme 🩷🍆

strap-ons by @pictureinme 🩷🍆

reminiscence by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

dolled up by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

sweet dreams by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

show girls by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆

lemon & lavender by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆🩹

blush by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

little one by @pictureinme 🩷🍆

[acillianproblem]

I love and support this answer

You come across him while walking in the woods.

What’s your next move?

[mischievouslittlecreature]

emotionalcadaver ➡️ mischievouslittlecreature

Decided that it is finally time to switch things up a little on here and pick a new username. Tagging all my mutuals so that they know!

I'll be working on fixing all my links this evening, so please sit tight, I promise things will be up and running again soon!

@moral-terpitude @justrainandcoffee @wonderlanddreamer @cillmequick @shelbydelrey

@scaryscarecrows @emilynightshade89 @planetbears @zablife @call-sign-shark

@peakyltd @amyowl470 @unluckycat111 @everythingelseisextra @cassieuncaged

@runnning-outof-time @look-at-the-soul @peakyswritings @brummiereader @kiss-me-cill-me

@evita-shelby @goddessfuck @toms-cherry-trees @audiblysmiling @lunarubra

@sympathyfortheblinderdevil @garrison-girl-08 @thomashelbyswife @darklydeliciousdesires @ryecosse

@lau219 @mothhball @novashelby @theshelbyclan @dandelionprints

@endless-petals @confidentandgood

[cillixn]

Would you let me pick you up for our first date? Be honest 😔

yea 😳👉👈

[godspeedviper]

eeeee!!! thank you for tagging me!!!

this is so funny lmao i have so many weird boards.

anyone who sees this feel free to join in! <3

I saw this post about how does pinterest see you

what you do is look up fashion, pantone, mood, and food and pick the first one

(no pressure tags: @kiss-me-cill-me @hllywdwhre @mothhball @slut4thebroken )

[orchids-library]

FANFIC MASTER LIST

Key: 🤕- Sick Fic, 💌-Fluff, ❤️‍🩹-Hurt/Comfort, 💔- Angst, 🖤- Dark Fic, 🔪- Gore/Death, 🔞-MDNI, 🩸-Blood/Injury, 🩶-Hurt/No comfort, 🩹-Trauma, 🔗- Yandere/Possessive, 🔑-No key available

Here's a compiled list of all the fics I love and their respective authors. Follow the key for categories, all the authors have their own warnings and tags on their work, mine are just for categorization purposes, read their tags and read at your own risk.

*note*- Key icon tags are a link to the original post, be sure to give it some love! The other link is the reblog in the library and my commentary (If you want to read that I guess 😂)

*still adding to this list!*

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Cillian Murphy + Characters

Cillian Murphy

Under the Weather by @cillianmesoftlyyy 💌🤕

Kiss and Make up by @garrison-girl-08 💌

The Last Dance by @garrison-girl-08 💌

And the Oscar goes to... by @ilovetoxicfictionalmen 💌💔

The First Day by @garrison-girl-08 💌

Robert Fischer

It's Time To Go by @hllywdwhre 💔💔💔💔

Spoiled by Robert Fischer by @darlingsfandom 💌

Hidden Scars by @a-nemoiia 💔

Part 2: Sleepover by @mischievouslittlecreature 🩹

Part 13: Here, Kitty Kitty by @mischievouslittlecreature 💌

Part 17: Loved by @mischievouslittlecreature 🩹

Boys like you by @paradiseprincesss 💌💌

Tommy Shelby

Best Man by @garrison-girl-08 💌

The Debt by @zablife 🖤🔪🩸

Daddy's Princess by @garrison-girl-08 💌🤕

Pay the Piper (WIP-Modern Tommy) by @fkmarrycill 🔑

Of Bending and Breaking || Tommy Shelby x Reader By @call-sign-shark ❤️‍🩹

Emmett

A Familiar Pain by @beastofburdenxo 🤕💌

Jonathan Crane

Those Little Things by @mothhball 💌

If There's No End by @mothhball 🖤🔪 🔞 🩶🩸

❝𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙❞ — 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 by @saintmuses 🖤🔞

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by @cillianhead 💔❤️‍🩹💌

Drabble: yandere!jonathan kidnaps you by @pinguwrites 🔗

Curiosity by @gh0stsp1d3r 🔗

William Killick

Drabble: William fakes a PTSD nightmare by @pinguwrites 🩹🔗

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬/Timeless Love pt1 by @viesanterieures / @viesantewrites 💔

Timeless Love Pt2 by @viesantewrites 💔

Jim ( The Delinquent Season)

CPR by @paradiseprincesss 💌

Mike Kiernan

Academic Validation by @cillianmesoftlyyy 💌

Robert Capa

Gravity - Rober Capa x Reader by @system-to-the-madness 💌

Jozef Gabcik

Hope(masterlist) pt1 pt2 pt3 by @lau219 💔(masterlist) pt1💔 pt2💔🩹 pt3🩹💔

Multi

How the therapists react to your "worst" symptoms - Headcanons by @godspeedviper 🩸❤️‍🩹🤕💌

How the doctors handle your sick days by @godspeedviper 🤕💌

How they’d deal with a student with exam stress: Cillian Characters by @aphroditeslover11 💌

Emotionalcadaver's Main Masterlist by @emotionalcadaver 🔞

What are they like with DIY? by @aphroditeslover11 💌

How the Therapists Handle your Suspicions - Headcanons by @godspeedviper 🤕💌❤️‍🩹

[godspeedviper]

AAAAAAAAA!! Congrats again!!! Not sure if you know, but I love your work (lmao <3)

May I perhaps inquire about number 8?

EEEEEE THANK YOU ILY MOTH (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . !!

8. What's your process like?

Oh man this is gonna be so disappointing lol I don't really have one? I suddenly become possessed by The Visions™ and then it's just a matter of writing down whatever comes to mind as quickly as possible. So I write a lot of little scenes or few sentences at work in a notebook. Then when I have the time for it, I'll sit at my computer, get high and/or drunk as fuck, and either transpose stuff from a notebook or just write a whole thing in one sitting.

Though I will say that for one fic in particular, I did intentionally put on a specific playlist and did a few lines just to see what it would be like to try "method writing" (instead of method acting hah).

Get to know me! Vy's 100 follower special

[finniestoncrane]

WHOMST IS CONNIE I WANT INFORMATION

hehehe *blushy* connie is my self-insert/oc for the arkhamverse!! she's me but cooler, and obviously i shi[ her HARD with eddie u-u

she's annoyingly sweet, irritatingly optimistic, a little bit annoying, and hopelessly in love with eddie (although sometimes i like to punish him and give her to captain boomerang to use as a chew toy)

i think there's some things about her here, but also here's some pictures that sum her up (limiting myself to 9 because i have restraint lmao) precious beautiful art by: @/mothhball💚@/worri-wort💚@/b0wie-st4rdust @/cornetespoir🩷@/kotalketz🩷@/wingedqueenlynx @/cr0wsink💚@/toshanoo💚@/march-harrigan

[novashelby]

How does Pinterest see you?

-search these and pick the first photo — celebrity, shoes, outfit, aesthetic, purse, makeup look

Thank you to everyone who tagged me! :) @evita-shelby @lau219 @theshelbyclan

I will tag: @darlingsfandom @wonderlanddreamer @beastofburdenxo @mothhball @darklydeliciousdesires @xxbimbobunnyxx @birdaquarius @futurefamousdeadmusician @runnning-outof-time @cillmequick

[feasibilities]

Physician-Patient Privilege | Jonathan Crane x Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: After weeks of harassment, Jonathan finally accepts your request.

Warnings: Discussion of Murder, Sexual Harassment, Non-Con, Choking, Knife Play, Breeding Kink, Medical Malpractice

Author's Note: Thank you to @mothhball and @cillianslvt for your amazing ideas. I hope I wrote them well!

Jonathan prides himself on maintaining neutrality and quietude in the face of the most unwell individuals. His job requires him to speak to perpetrators of the most macabre crimes in Gotham. Any reactivity on his part could delay the progress of his patients. However, there was one patient in particular that pushed his buttons like no other. Your constant teasing and vulgar words chipped away at the dam of his psyche. You lie in wait for the dam to break and for his true personality to come out. He tried to move you to monthly sessions but his superiors assumed it was a safety risk. Jonathan constantly read over your case file before these meetings.

Patient is serving a 10-year sentence in Arkham Asylum due to a series of sex-related murders in Gotham. Victims were lured in through means of prostitution and were killed post-coitus. They were mutilated in various ways and also had postmortem injuries. 

When he walked in, you perked up at his presence and smiled sweetly.

“I’ve waited all day to see you, Jonathan.” You piped, standing up.

“Dr. Crane. Please sit down.” He corrected you. 

“Yes, sir.” You obliged. Jonathan tensed at your words but kept his peace. He sifted through his folder before he found the medical notes from the previous session. 

“Have you dealt with any suicidal or homicidal ideation in the past 24 hours?” He asked plainly.

“Of course.” You beamed. He shot you a vexed glance before he scribbled on the nearly full page. 

“I will continue to prescribe you Seroquel. I’m not sure what else to do for you.” He said, feeling quite frustrated. 

“You could tell them to let me out of that stuffy room sometimes. I promise I’ll be a good girl.” You teased, fluttering your eyelashes. He paid you no mind as he continued to write. 

“Oh, that medication has given me some odd side effects.” You said.

“Like what?” He asked, not looking up from the paper. 

“I sleep all day except when I wake up and have to touch myself.” You said, barely hiding the smirk on your face.  

“Well, I have all the information I need. I will forward your input to my supervisor.” He said, gathering his notes. He felt himself grow hard and needed a quick escape. The enchanting visual nearly broke him.

“We have 20 minutes left, can’t you stay?” You asked.

“I hate to cut this short but I have somewhere to be. See you next week.” He replied, walking to the door. Before he could react, you stood between him and the door. You pressed against him uncomfortably. He avoided your gaze and swallowed harshly at the physical contact. 

“I think about you every time. I know you want me, Jon.” You cooed, unbuttoning his suit jacket. He glared at you before snatching your hands away and wedging out of the door. You were amused by his panicked state. 

Once he completed his rounds for the day, he went to find your cell. You managed to stay asleep through the loud clanks of him unlocking and closing the door. To him, it was now or never. He loosened his tie and sat his wireframe glasses on your desk. He pulled the blanket off your body to admire you in your entirety. His hands ghosted over your breasts as he counted your breaths. He brought his hands closer and closer until you were flush against his palms. He could take you like this but it wouldn’t be as fun. Your eyes shot open at the sensation. Jonathan hurriedly covered your mouth to muffle any protests. 

“Don’t scream. You promised me that you would be a good girl, right?” He whispered. His arctic blue eyes were distinctive in the dimly lit cell, much to your consternation. You had already gotten yourself off before bed but felt the same agonizing heat between your legs. You nodded in agreement as he removed his hand from your mouth. He hastily took your underwear off and caressed your thighs.

“Stop teasing.” You whimpered, toying with your moisture. Jonathan took your hand away and sucked the residue off your fingers. He pinned you down by your throat and squeezed hard enough to restrict most of your air flow. His cool fingers circled around your taut hole before shoving them inside. A strangled moan left you as he pumped them steadily. Although your tears blurred your vision, his gaze burned through you. His dark pupils swallowed his austere blue irises. You clawed at his wrist to make him loosen his grip. 

“You can breathe when you cum.” He dismissed you, curling his fingers against your g-spot. Your walls fluttered around them as you tried to stay conscious. His jaw clenched as he clung to the last pieces of his self-control. His breaths grew ragged as tried to stop himself from finishing in his pants. Your legs trembled while you came around his fingers. Raspy mewls escaped your mouth when he swirled his thumb around your clit. You slipped into a benumbed state as finally let go of your throat. Jonathan nipped at your collarbone to wake you. You kissed him gently and smiled against lips when he moaned. 

Unbuckling his pants, you yanked them down his legs halfway and straddled him. You took a switchblade from underneath the mattress and clicked it open. You grazed the tip of the blade against his plump lips. Moving it to his throat, you sheathed yourself on his length and pressed the blade against his skin. You resisted the urge to dissect him like one of your many victims. 

“You would bleed like a stuck pig.” You teased, bouncing slowly. Jonathan’s heart beat out of his chest while he moved his hands to your hips. His eyes were drunk with pleasure. 

“I want you to give me a baby. Can you do that for me, Jon?” You asked in the most gentle tone you could manage. He mindlessly agreed as you bounced faster. You tossed the knife aside when you felt his tip brush against your cervix. Your arousal coated his dick as you pinned his arms above his head. Soon after, spurts of his seed spilled into you. Whether he wanted it or not, you were in his life forever. 

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