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The morning after when mof John has to teach a class
Content warning: smut implied and mof John is not happy at all about his situation
John had woken up before you. He noticed you were still sleeping and decided to stay there, he continued holding you to keep you warm. He smiled at your sleeping face. He was tempted to kiss you, but he didn't want to wake you. He leaned in to kiss your forehead as gently as possible. Suddenly, his alarm went off. He jumped. The sound woke you up and his sudden jolt as he held you made you jump as well. He froze. His terrified expression was the first thing you saw that day.
"What's wrong?" You asked him, wide awake from the jumpscare you just received. He swallowed.
"I forgot I had a class to teach this morning..." He muttered in fear. His entire body was absolutely covered in marks from the fun you had that night, mainly his neck. His face was flushed at the thought of his coworkers and students seeing him like this. He felt his eyes water and his body start to shake as the panic and embarrassment built up inside him. You coddled him and kissed him, trying to make him feel better. You tried to think of solutions for him as quickly as possible and began proposing a few of them.
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Masters of Fear Crane and a dropout reader who needs help studying to get back into school and maybe has a little crush but we have to focus rn no time for all that please
Study Date
Masters of Fear Jonathan Crane X Reader
Jonathan battling his feelings? Mmm that's the shit.
🧡 Above all else, he is fucking understanding of your circumstances. School in difficult enough with the some of the teachers being unsupporting, neglecting, power-tripping, minor mistakes-policing, close-minded individuals who discourage students from chasing their dreams. Add in the students themselves who are the absolute best at bringing out the worst of you, but with teachers doing nothing to stop it, those said students continue to persist at pestering you. Then there were your domestic circumstances of course. Jonathan is not that all good with showing his emotions, but he hopes you know that he is not judging you for dropping out and he is understanding of your reasons.
🧡 Since you're showing interest in returning to school, he highly encouraged you, but with you asking him to help you? Well that he can do... Um... In your house? Just the two of you? Alone? In your room? Ahem. Uh... Right, right... He can do that, sure...
"Right... First year, first sem, these are the subjects and here are my notes." Jonathan handed you his old notebooks, the back of each notebooks torn off lest you should see your name written all over it. Not only that, he had hunted for your name written on the margins of the pages and scribbled it out.
"Got it... Thanks for the help again. You really have no idea how much this means to me." Gratitude was visible in your smile, as you reach for the notebooks, fingers brushing with his from the exchange. "I just don't know who else to turn to, to be honest..."
"I-I'm here for you..." He clumsily squeaks out.
"Yeah and I'm so so thankful you are. How can I ever repay you?"
Jonathan swallows thickly. He isn't dreaming, is he? Will he be waking up soon? Oh gosh, he was reading way too much erotica—
"No no, don't worry about it," his voice cracks.
🧡 He is patient, he will explain to you concepts of certain topics in class on repeat if it means seeing you in the university halls again, take his seat next to you during classes, eat lunch with you, suffer through activity due dates, ride out migraines, vibrate from caffeine overload, writing thesis all that bunch! And he will continually insist that you are no bother to him, just as you reassured him that his presence was not a bother at all.
🧡 Everything about you just had to be cute in his eyes and it's pissing him off. How can someone like you exist? Is that even allowed? From your subtle little quirks, the way you look so focused on your task, the way you look at him while nodding attentively as he teaches you, the way you smile in triumph when you achieve something, the way your face twists when you're bothered— AGH!
nonono, focus man.
Jonathan had to remind himself with a squint of an eye.
Friends. You're just friends.
🧡 After packing up for the day, you grinned at him.
"You know, I meant it when I asked you how can I repay you."
"And I say you don't have to,"
"Well I want to." You pouted. "Tell you what, tomorrow we can go to the diner nearby. My treat."
"Oh no no Y/N—"
"Come on! Just this once," Jonathan reddened when you took his hand between yours, his eyes broken off from your pleading gaze. "Please?"
"A-alright." It didn't take long for Jonathan to agree, how can he say no to you of all people?
"Great! I'll see you tomorrow then!"
The brunet nodded absentmindedly to himself, processing whether this exchange was a platonic offer or not. Either way... Oh he is living his dream.
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Giving mof Jon flowers
"Hey John? You're not allergic to pollen, are you?" You asked nervously, hiding something behind your back.
"I'm not. Why do you ask?" He asked, not looking up from what he was doing.
"Oh thank God... I uh... I got you flowers without thinking and only realized after that I should have asked you that before getting them..." You admitted, pulling the flowers out from behind your back. You handed them to him. It was a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers. His jaw fell open, but no sound came out. His expression softened with a small release of air. He took them slowly and took a moment to look at them. He smiled meekly as his eyes watered. He gently set them down on a nearby table and suddenly embraced you.
"Thank you." He told you tenderly before kissing you.
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i’m gonna follow the pattern here lol:
your thoughts on…the different scarecrows? especially MOF jon?
Oohh spooky Twig Boys that I may or may not slightly slightly enforce my southernness on (only the good southernness like cooking, music, hospitality none that other shit) I'll be more than happy to oblige anon hehe. It's not often I get to talk/discuss the masters of fear.
Again gonna just kinda discuss all the ones I write for since I'm the most informed on those versions so sorry if I missed one and the post got long lmao
Masters of Fear Scarecrow: since you asked for him specifically I put him first lmao. And this Jon is just incredibly endearing? I think he's an adorable spry kinda guy that, like most, deserved better. I'm also super fond of his design. Also as someone who writes for "x reader" it was nice to see him...actually have a romantic interest? (albeit she was a bully bitch) listen listen...any extra info in a romantic sense of a character I will take
Arkhamverse Scarecrow: Uhh can I just say, absolute whiplash in design and mannerisms lol. While I enjoy both its like...such a bizarre change? Like yeah he did go through something traumatic (being very close to dying) but like...a total voice change? Maybe there's some behind the scenes explanation or something I don't know but yeah...I do enjoy him being whimsy and silly in Asylum and brooding and stoic in Knight with his waxing poetic lectures...but also also...does anyone have any idea how Knight Scarecrow's face works? Like his mouth and such?
TNBA Scarecrow: Definitely a more gritty and intriguing take, especially considering its a revamp of BTAS. Allegedly this is the idea of Scarecrow with a noose started? And now we've seen it incorporated in other designs which is pretty cool.
BTAS Scarecrow: Much like Jervis and I think Batman as a whole, this was my first Scarecrow encounter, and cause of such there's a wee bias to him being one of my favorites lol. Super rich voice, I don't care if he's terrorizing me, I will die of fear peacefully. Solid design and a super strong depiction of the character overall? Also my god his theatrics, top notch such a dramatic lad I love him.
Dark Knight/Nolanverse Scarecrow: pretty eyes...pretty eyes..strong jawline..pretty pretty scarecrow..huh, what? Oh..uhh yeah he's...fine I guess..I mean like not just fine as in fine as hell just...meh? I don't know I just remember him being stupidly criminally pretty. Although to be fair I don't recall much about him..sorry (granted I don't recall much about nolanverse as a whole...its been at most five years rip)
Year One Scarecrow: it took me an embarrassingly long time for me to actually read Year One rip. But it was very gut wrenching. It was the best updated take I've seen on Jon's origins and just how deeply rooted he is in his obsession, and it was a unique way too? Like it was an interesting take on the broken family scenario, I dunno I just thought it was super enriching.
Fear State Scarecrow: so I will say the designs for him are jarring as there's like..a different artist between the beginning, middle, and end of Fear State. But I like both looks, especially in the middle where he looks a lot like his BTAS counterpart. It was an amazing surprise to see the spikey red hair and wide eyes again in comic form and more realistic but still animated? I hope that makes sense. But I loved the story, and he was especially cunning and ruthless here.
Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo! Scarecrow: asdgggh this boomer asshole lmao. But definitely one of my top three favorites. He's a decent blend of old and new for me. Like he bears resemblance to BTAS but also some other comic appearances, he doesn't even need to he in the costumer and you can just tell he's Jonathan Crane. Also his voice is amazing, and I will forever be grateful to the writer that decided that Scarecrow was a fucking Elvira fan boy. Like of fucking course he'd love Elvira, Mistress of the Dark asdfghjj one of the few times where canon got it right lmao
#ri rambles#long post#lots of thoughts#lots of words#about the scarecrows#lmao#if only i could get better at writing for them rip
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imagine mof jon asking his best friend s/o if they think he looks like a scarecrow and they say he looks like what autumn would look like if it was a human
Mof!Jonathan Crane with a softie for an friend:
If he was still a kid back in Georgia he would cry on the spot. It had been a particularly bad day and the other kids were picking on him worse than before, he was feeling a bit down;
After a good cry, he laughed. "Autumn you say? Why? Is It the hair? I'm not that ginger!", he laughed with you, " Well maybe i look a bit like autumn.”;
Now If he was already an adult, congrats! You made him blush a little, now stop avoiding the question, he needs to know If the costume is scary enough!;
It's quite noticeable that the comment made him a bit flustered, "That's not what i asked you! Does the costume look like a scarecrow or not?” he said trying to sound intimidating, but failing miserably;
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Fair Game: MoF! Scarecrow x Librarian! Reader 4 (gender-neutral)
I was starting to think this would never get done, good gracious. Sorry my posts have slowed down lately. Work and prepping for school has been hectic. This story should (hopefully) be more interesting than the previous one and mostly comes from my memories of working the kids’ events at my first job. Hope you like!
Jon has barely been here an hour and already things have gone nothing like he hoped. He wasn’t exactly enthusiastic when you asked him to volunteer at an event for the library. He figured he owed you, so he agreed to help you out. He also felt a bit guilty for avoiding you after you found designs for a scarecrow costume in one of his library books. Thank goodness you didn’t ask about them, although he did feel bad in hindsight for letting you think he was angry at you.
To be honest, he’s starting to think he couldn’t be angry at you if he tried. Jonathan Crane doesn’t trust anyone, or so he tells himself, but even he can admit that you haven’t steered him wrong–yet. He feared that you would on several occasions–the many times you found him beaten by bullies, the first time you saw him cry, and even on his birthday when you just wanted to give him a present–but his fears have never been founded. For that reason, he was actually a little excited to volunteer when the day began.
He looked forward to seeing you when the main event started, but by mid-afternoon, you and he had crossed paths maybe twice before being sent to opposite corners of the grounds. Right now he is working at a face painting booth with two unfamiliar librarians. Thankfully, they have not made him interact with the children very much, only asking him to take tickets from parents and fetch new jars of clean water every few minutes. He has only seen you in passing while getting extra water. You are running some sort of ring toss game, but you at least wave to him when he passes through.
You can’t say you’re not disappointed with the arrangement yourself, but it could be worse. There is a steady stream of people coming to your booth, so you don’t get the chance to do much except take tickets. Everybody gets a few when they sign up for the winter reading program, which they can put toward games and raffles. The prizes for your ring toss game are standard fare: extra tickets for a successful throw, rubber balls for three successful tosses, and some large stuffed animals for whoever manages to get a ring onto the furthest pole on the grid. Several people have tried for the top prizes, but nobody has won yet.
The boy throwing rings now has come up twice already in the hopes of winning a stuffed dragon, but he only managed to get a ring on one of the closest poles. This time he manages to land one on three of the nearby rings, but none on the far ones. You give him a rubber ball with a sympathetic smile. As the boy stalks off with a groan, a much older girl steps up to the front of the line. You hand her the three neon rings from the bottom edge of the grid. She gets further than the last kid, but she doesn’t manage to snag any poles on the top row.
When her last ring has landed, she gives you a sheepish little smile. “I don’t suppose I could get a few more?”
“Sorry, if you want to go again, you have to head to the back of the line.”
“Aw.” She pouts. “That’s okay. Maybe my boyfriend will have more luck.” She tosses her long hair to the side as she walks away.
A few more kids come and go with varying luck. You manage to unload a few smaller prizes and tickets, but the top shelf remains perfectly untouched. You call for the next person to come up, and this time, a cluster of teenagers approach. At the front of the group is a teenage boy easily twice your size. You hear a giggle from his side and find the girl from earlier hanging off his arm.
“Aren’t they just adorable?” She points to the stuffed birds hanging from the top of the rack. “Please get me one, Bo?”
The big guy scoffs. “‘Course I can. Hey you, set me up.”
You hand him three rings. His first two attempts completely miss the grid, but the third one makes it onto one of the lower poles. You hold out a book of tickets, but he doesn’t take it.
“Let me try again,” he says. “Bring 'em back.”
“If you want to try again, you have to get back in line.”
“But I’m already here.”
“You have to let everyone else get a turn, those are the rules,” you speak in your softest tone, normally reserved for the unruly toddlers you sometimes find trying to climb the bookshelves.
The other boys chortle beyond him, but a single glare from him shuts them up. He trudges away with the girl in tow as you set the next person up. The next boy lands a ring on the back pole in one go, earning the first top prize to be handed out all day. You pull a stool toward you in order to take it down, but something barrels into your back, almost knocking you into the grass.
“Sorry,” Jon half-whispers as helps you up. He motions behind him quickly. “Don’t draw attention, just cover me.”
“Okay?” You go back to picking the rings up as he walks out from behind you, but he doesn’t get far before a screech of his name stops him dead in his tracks. He tries to nudge in behind you, but it’s too late. You twist around to find the teenage girl from earlier jogging toward you.
“How are you?” I feel like I haven’t seen you since the party!“ She stops just short of knocking into you, essentially trapping you between her and Jon.
He begins to silently back away, only to freeze as a voice booms from a distance, "Did'ja find Ichabod, Sherry?”
You blink. That Sherry? Before you know it, the people in line have scattered. The girl’s boyfriend saunters up to Jon, who is stone-faced despite shrinking back against the wall of the ring toss booth.
“Well what do you know, the Scarecrow is still standing!” he says almost fondly.
Jon doesn’t say a word.
“I was starting to think you bit the dust for real.”
“Just leave me alone, Bo,” he mutters. He turns his back on them both and begins to pick the rings off the poles.
Bo frowns and snatches them out of his hand.
“Hey!” you shout, but it’s like you’re not even there.
“Come on, it was just a joke.” He hits Jon on the back as the “joke” leaves his mouth. Jon winces, but the guy only moves in closer.
“What’s the matter? Are you feeling shy 'cause you ran off screaming on Halloween?” Sherry’s voice drips with pity.
Bo starts to laugh. “Oh, I bet you pissed yourself when you went in for that kiss! Is that it?”
“Hey!” you shout again.
This time, you get his attention. His voice drops an octave. “What’s your problem?”
You hold up your ID badge. “I work here. You can either stay away from him or leave for the day.”
“Nah, it’s cool, we’re just playin’ around, see?” He rubs Jon’s back like he’s trying to scrub the skin off of it.
“I don’t care.” You cross your arms over your chest, but your eyes don’t stray from his. “You break the rules, you’re banned for the day, simple as that.”
“Come on, we’re just having a little fun.”
“Sure doesn’t look like it. Get out.”
Oh come on!“ Bo says. "This is bullshit.”
“I would be more than happy to call the police.” There’s an almost sing-song quality to your voice. “Then you can explain to your parents why you’re coming home in a squad car. From a library.”
There are snickers from the back of the line. His fist clenches, but it stays at his side. “Come on Sherry,” he says gruffly. She trails behind him as he leaves, both of them glaring in your direction.
You wait until they are out of sight to turn to Jon. “For crying out loud.” you sigh, “Are you okay?”
He looks exhausted, but he nods.
“Is that the Sherry you asked out?”
“Unfortunately.”
“You have my condolences.”
You pick the fallen rings up from the ground and hand them to the next person in line. When they have all gone flying, Jon leans over you to pick their prize off the shelf.
“You know I’m going to have to file an incident report now, so I’ll need your witness statement,” you tell him. “Which booth were you at? I’ll get someone to cover it for a few more minutes.”
“Face painting,” he says. “And, uh, thanks for getting them to leave.”
“Are you kidding? I’m pretty sure we have at least two other reports on file for that guy. I will kick him out anytime you want.”
He chuckles at that. You make a beeline for the face painting table and find two of your coworkers already set up there. You wave to one of them as you walk up to the table.
“Hey Mara, do you think you can watch the ring toss booth for a minute? I have to take care of an incident report.”
“Okay, but can we maybe switch jobs? My hands are freezing from doing this all day.”
“Deal.”
She follows you back to the ring toss area as you usher Jon into the building. The actual report only takes a few minutes, but you take your time walking it over to your boss’s mailbox in order to soak up the building’s heat a bit more. You zip your jacket up the rest of the way before heading back out with Jon in tow.
The line at the face painting booth has picked up a bit by the time you get back. There are several more kids, most of whom don’t sit still for long. You have to redo one little girl’s paint job a few times because she keeps bouncing up and down. The end result is a bit smeared, but she’s happy enough with it to vault out of the chair before she drags her mom to another booth. Right behind her is a woman holding a toddler, who lifts his head just enough to glimpse you before turning away again.
“Do you want to get your face painted?” she asks, but the boy shakes his head frantically.
“It’s gonna hurt,” he sniffles.
“It doesn’t hurt at all,” you say, but he only shakes his head again. “Let me show you. Jon, come here.”
He shoots you a quizzical look as he sits down.
“Pick something.” You point to the designs taped to the table.
“This, I guess?”
You dip your brush into the orange paint and use your other hand to tilt his chin up. His jaw clenches against your fingertips as the brush traces his cheek. He watches your other hand grip his chin with widened pupils.
In just a few strokes, you are done, and Jon has a small leaf on his cheek. “See? Did that hurt at all?”
“No,” Jon says quickly. His face is bright pink beneath the spots of paint.
The little boy looks around shyly. “Can I get a leaf too?”
“Of course.” You pat the arm of the chair as Jon stands up to give him room. You carefully paint a smaller leaf on the boy’s cheek. When he looks in the mirror, he beams, showing a small gap in his teeth. You beam back. “Who’s next?”
There is a steady stream of people coming to your booth, and another hour passes before you get a break in the lines. You’re not much of a painter, so you’re grateful that the design options are so simple. Jon does a good job of cleaning your brushes and restocking supplies as you go. He had the sense to dress more warmly than you did, and now that you are working with your hands so much more, you can’t help being a little jealous of his tattered gloves.
The lines don’t slow down until well after dusk comes. The approaching night pushes out whatever warmth remained from earlier, and even the most energetic children look eager to go inside.Your coworker on the opposite side of your booth reaches the end of her line first, and she announces that she is going on break as soon as the last person leaves. You have four people to get to, so you don’t try to argue as she all but runs toward the building. The wind has picked up considerably, and you have to gently convince the last two kids to put their hoods down so you can actually paint their cheeks.
You fall back in your chair with a sigh the second the last person turns around. You whisk each of the used brushes around in the clean water to your left, grateful to the quick motions for bringing some feeling back into your fingers. Jon is busy trying to hold down the tablecloth while he cleans off the many paint splatters. Another gust of wind pushes past, and he has to clamp both hands down on the cloth to keep it from flipping over onto you.
“Ouch.” Your fingers snap shut against the breeze. The paintbrush you were holding clatters onto the table.
Jon raises an eyebrow as the wind dies down again. “Are you alright?”
“Just cold.” You would rub them together, but uncurling your fingers hurts too much, so you have to settle for hiking up your sleeves. Damn it, I should have worn gloves.
“Maybe you should take a break.”
“I can’t go inside until Lydia comes back. This will have to do.” You rub your sleeves over your knuckles in a vain attempt to create some friction.
Another gust of wind blows past, causing both of you to bristle. Jon shakes it off and leans down toward you. “Here, let me try something.”
He removes his gloves and stuffs them into his pocket. You can clearly make out every bone in his hands, but they are still much warmer than your own. He lifts your hands almost to his mouth and lets out a deep exhale. The temperature isn’t low enough to turn his breath visible, but you can feel it just as well as if it was. Your fingers are so numb that even the bare skin of his hands feels hot enough to burn,despite how careful he is. He rubs the pads of his thumbs over your knuckles in between breathing warm air onto them, returning the heat to you bit by bit.
“I think I’m good now.” You pull away, and find that you can now rub some feeling back into your fingers without pain. Your face, however, is burning.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” your voice jumps an octave against your will. “Uh, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” You don’t know if you feel bad or relieved at the equally embarrassed look on his face. He quickly puts his gloves back on and returns to scrubbing the tablecloth.
You run off as soon as your coworker comes into view again, thanking whatever deity might hear you that the night is almost over. You stretch your break out for as long as possible to soak up the heat of the building, and by the time it ends, you feel almost normal. Barely anyone is left to mill about on the premises. Your boss calls the end of the event just as the sun has dipped all the way beneath the tree line. You find Jon struggling to pack up the table when you return to the booth. Your other coworker has already packed up the painting supplies, leaving just the two of you.
You grab the other end of the table and hoist it onto its side, freeing the legs just enough for Jon to undo the latches and fold them up.
“Thanks,” he says, and this time you can just barely see his breath.
He grabs the other end of the table and helps you walk it toward the open back door. The corner hits the doorjamb as you’re pushing it through, and you stumble back into him briefly when you dive to catch it.
“My bad,” you say. You have to hold it in the middle to keep it steady, and your hand lands on his briefly as you shift it into a more stable position. His fingers are locked stiffly around the table beneath your own.
Setting it inside the room is a relief unto itself. Jon starts to walk back out the way you came, but you grab his wrist and lead him through the adjoining room instead.
The light changes from bright to dim as you enter the empty break room, but flipping on the lights reveals a small bounty on the table.
“I told you there would be food.” You flip open one of the pizza boxes and find a few pieces already missing from the pie. You take two for yourself and hand two more to Jon.
“Shouldn’t we be helping?” He watches the door with lingering suspicion.
You flop down in one of the chairs, unbothered. “Most of the stuff is already back in the storeroom. Unless you can squeeze into the elevator with all the supply carts, there’s not much left that we can do.” You squint at him for a moment. “Come to think of it, your lanky ass could probably fit in there.”
“Not a chance,” he deadpans as he takes a bite out of his pizza.
You grab a can of soda and take a swig. “You did a good job handling the kids.”
“All I did was take tickets. You’re the one who had to wrangle them.”
“You let me paint your face for the demonstration,” you point out. “Which has held up pretty well if I do say so.”
He lightly touches the dry paint on his cheek. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your handiwork.”
You finish wolfing down your food before speaking up again. “You know, you don’t have to only visit me at work.”
He looks confused. “What do you mean?”
“We could hang out when I’m not at work sometime.” You shrug. “If you want.”
“Yes!” He suddenly clears his throat. “Uh, yes, that would be…nice.”
“Cool.”
“Uh-huh.” You can make out a vague blush creeping up his neck.
“Also there’s a pepperoni stuck to your sweater.”
He grins. “Shut up.”
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Mof Jon with an affectionate, tease reader with a high libido
Affectionate: He's so flustered and awkward and shy, but he craves it so much. He'll never turn you down, but he'll struggle to give it back to you in the same quantity because he worries he isn't enough for you and has little experience giving affection. Tease: He's so flustered and becomes the most pathetic being alive in the best way for you. If you so much as look at him a certain way, he gets all subby for you. He won't admit it unless you make him, but he loves it. High libido: He gets a little overwhelmed by it, but tries his best to keep up and please you. He's thrilled and overjoyed you want him so bad so much, it eases his anxieties about not being good enough for you.
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Mof Jon x reader x Year One Jon
"So, how are we doing this?" Y1 John asked.
"I was thinking we could make a Scarecrow sandwich. Whoever's in the middle gets an ass fucking from me." You said, caressing both their faces. Mof John felt his face flair up even more. He was already a shaking mess. Y1 John took one look at him and declared,
"You're taking the bottom half of the sandwich. I'll go in the middle."
"A-alright..." Mof let out.
"Wow that was fast." You let out.
"Well look at him. We haven't even started and he's shaking like a damn leaf. He'll be too overwhelmed to go at an enjoyable pace." Y1 John explained. Mof John looked away, blushing harder with a wince.
"Alright, alright, you don't have to humiliate the poor man. This is supposed to be fun for all of us, not nerv wracking." You said, trying to soothe mof John with caresses. "If he goes too rough on you, tell me. I'll smack him across the ass." You told mof John. Y1 John rolled his eyes as he felt you jab him playfully. You kissed mof John on the cheek for extra reassurance. Mof John chuckled a bit, reassured.
~~~
You lied mof John down across your lap after lubing up your fingers and slowly stuck one in his ass. He was already moaning just from one finger.
"You need to go gently for him or he'll cum on your lap right away, alright? Think you can do that?" You explained to Y1 John. He nodded with a hum. After he lubed up his fingers, you slowly pulled yours out and in slipped Y1 John. Mof John moaned so sweetly. You gently lowered Y1 John as he worked on his other self and slipped your fingers in. Y1 John sighed in satisfaction. He slipped another finger into mof John, catching him by surprise.
"Ahh! Ohh... ahhhh..." mof John moaned. You did the same to Y1 John. He grunted then let out a moan as you kept going. After a while of this, Y1 John turned to you with a,
"Come on y/n, I'm ready for more than just fingers." You smirked and lubed your member up. You slowly slid inside him, causing him to grunt and groan over mof John's beautifully pathetic moans. "Mmh! Think you're- ahh! R-ready for m-more?" Y1 John asked mof John.
"Oh God, yes, p-please!" He begged.
"R-remeber- mmh! Slow and g-gentle..." You reminded Y1 John. Y1 John lubed himself up then slowly made his way in.
"Ahh... Ahhh! Ahh! Ahhhh!" Mof John gasped and moaned.
"Th-that's it- mmh! Cry for me." Y1 John told him. Mof John shuddered and hardened at those words. With his ass full of you and his dick wrapped tightly around mof John's walls, it's a wonder he wasn't a shaking mess unable to move like mof John was. Mof John tried to stroke himself.
"Ahh! J-Jonathan!... Jonathan! Ahh!" Mof John moaned. Y1 John began playing with mof John's nipples after you whispered to him to do it.
"Good boy." Y1 John told mof John. A bit of pre-cum came out of mof John upon registering his words. You left kisses and bites all over Y1 John's neck and the way you held his hips drove him crazy, but he didn't dare tell you. Y1 John caught on to mof John's clumsy attempt to stroke himself.
"Let- mmh! me handle that for you, sweetheart." Y1 John told mof John in a low voice that sent a shiver down mof John's spine. "God, you're so tight..." Y1 John slurred.
"And...?" You teased him, caressing his chest.
"Y-you're so b-big..." Y1 John slurred. You all were so close. Mof John came first, naturally. He left a big puddle under himself. Mof John cried out for Y1 John making him fill up mof John with his cum. You absolutely destroyed Y1 John's ass as you orgasmed, making him whimper a bit.
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"Was that fun or what?" You asked.
"Exhilarating..." Mof John slurred, still hazy from his orgasm.
"Yeah, I guess you're not so bad after all." Y1 John said with a smile as he ruffled mof John's hair. It was his way of showing affection. Mof John smiled at him in return, he knew Y1 John wasn't the best at expressing himself.
"I made you whimper." You said with a shit eating grin.
"Shut up." Y1 John sighed. Mof John couldn't help but giggle at your small quarrel.
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Confessing your feelings to mof Jon
"John, can we talk?" You asked, tense already.
"Of course, what about?" He asked, nonchalant.
"You're gonna wanna sit down for this..." You told him. He raised an eyebrow and took a seat next to you.
"Is it bad?" He asked, trying to hide his anxiety and instead expressing it as concern.
"No- well- I don't... really know..." You admitted.
"Tell me." He told you, squinting. You took a deep breath.
"John. We've known each other for years and... I've... enjoyed every second I've spent with you... and I really hope that I can continue to spend time with you after I tell you what I have to say..." You began. He stared at you as though he were suspicious of you. You swallowed. "John... I... I caught... feelings... for you..." You finally spat out. John's expression became more fearful rather than stern or skeptical. "You're right... you do scare me... but it's in a... good way..." You admitted. His expression softened.
"Y/n... The feeling is... mutual, but... it's going to take me some time to move forward with you... the past still haunts me..." He admitted. You gently held his hand in yours and slowly brought it to your mouth. He let you kiss his knuckles.
"I promise you, I will treat you with nothing but kindness and respect. I will never hurt you willingly." You swore. He smiled sheepishly, but warmly and sincerely at you.
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You catch mof Jon sniffing your underwear
Content warning: smut
Shortly after you and John had moved in together, he started offering to do the laundry very frequently. He was always strangely insistent about it and more enthusiastic about it than other chores, but you just brushed it off. After a while, it just became a part of his chores.
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John had just taken the laundry basket down to the laundry room. He noticed your underwear on the top of the pile, sticking out like a sore thumb. He blushed at the thought of your scent still being on it. He tried to brush it off and just put the clothes in the laundry. He had been avoiding your pairs of underwear with every load he put into the machine. By the time he was almost done, a pile of your underwear was taunting him inside the basket. He blushed again. He nervously poked his head out of the room to make sure he was alone. He blushed even harder as he picked up your clothes. He fiddled with a pair of your underwear, turning it inside out before giving it a big whiff where your crotch had been. He sighed in satisfaction at the strong scent. He cringed at his own behavior and blushed even harder, covering his face before peeking out at your underwear again. He felt disgusting, but the scent was so alluring to him. He gave it another whiff and let out a low moan. He got another pair and sniffed it. His hand had slid down his body to go stroke the tent forming in his pants as he sniffed again. He got comfortable sitting on the floor. He grabbed three pairs at the same time and sniffed them all as he slid his hand into his pants. He practically inhaled the dirty fabric and moaned upon almost every exhale. He inhaled it faster and more frequently before giving them a deep and long inhale.
"John!?" You let out, surprised to find him like this. He jumped at the sound of his name. His face went beet red.
"I- I- I was just... um..." He stammered to come up with an excuse. He stared at you a moment longer before covering his face in shame. "I'm sorry..." He squeaked, curling up into a ball on the floor. You knelt down onto his level.
"Babe, it's fine, I just... I didn't expect to see that when I came down here..." You admitted as you embraced him. He tightly embraced you back. "Why didn't you tell me you were into that sort of thing?" You asked him.
"I thought you'd find me disgusting..." He admitted.
"Aww, baby," You started. You kissed him. "never. I'll never find you disgusting." You reassured him as you cupped his face. He feebly smiled at you. "In fact, now that I know that you're into that sort of thing, it opens us up to a lot more options to have fun together." You teased. His blush came back as he looked at you with anticipation.
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Trying to fix your lipstick by kissing mof Jon
You and John sat on the couch next to one another as he read. You had pulled out a small hand mirror and were attempting to apply lipstick. Unfortunately, had smudged it quite a bit. You sighed in annoyance at your reflection when you suddenly got an idea. You turned to John, he practically had his nose in the book and hadn't noticed your small struggle. You kissed him on the cheek then looked into your mirror. Your lipstick was still smudged. He turned his attention to you with a sweet smile and kissed you back before returning to his book with his arm around you and his head leaning against yours. You kissed him again a few more times. He let out a few small giggles. He looked at you as you looked in your little hand mirror.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a warm, but amused smile.
"I'm trying to fix my lipstick smudges while also giving affection." You turned to look at him as you closed the mirror. "You're so adorable in more ways than one, I just can't resist." You admitted with a smile. He felt as though he had been wrapped in a warm blanket upon hearing your words. You continued to pepper his face in kisses, making him giggle and smile more.
"May I try?" He chuckled. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and handed him the mirror and lipstick. He marked his page and put down his book before taking them. He adjusted his glasses before attempting to put the lipstick on. He tried his best, but it was obvious he hadn't done this before, and if he did, it wasn't often.
"Oh no, I smudged it." He chuckled sarcastically before pulling you in to pepper your face with kisses. The tickling sensation of his lips and the silliness of the whole situation made you giggle in delight. Your laughter was contagious to him, you felt the vibrations from his vocal cords as he kissed you. Once the scene was over, he sighed in delight and rested his face comfortably into the crook of your neck, still embracing you. You held him as close to you as you could and kissed his forehead as you ran your fingers through his hair.
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Making love with mirrors to mof Jon
Content warning: smut
You had installed a few mirrors to surround a mattress on the floor, where John was currently lying down. He was completely nude, aside from his glasses, shaking. His lips quivered and he had goosebumps. He was desperately clutching the mattress under him for a sense of comfort. He was trying his best not to look into any of the mirrors around him. You came into view, also fully nude, towering over him. You knelt down so he would feel less intimidated. You were at his feet. You gently grabbed his right ankle and brought it to your mouth. He had been bullied for the thin size of his legs more than anything else. You began kissing his ankle. You left a trail of kisses all the way up his leg. He covered his beat red face.
"You're so pretty." You told him. He parted his fingers to look at you through the cover of his hands. From what you could see, his pupils were dilated. You went back down and started on his other leg. He bit his quivering lower lip. Once you were done, you payed special attention to his inner thighs. He let out a few moans and whimpers upon feeling the warmth of your lips on his skin. By now, he was half erect.
"Think you're ready?" You asked him, teasing his inner thigh and balls with your hand.
"Mm!... Y- yes..." He answered. You crawled on top of him and began fitting him into you. Once you got comfortable, you started to slide yourself further onto him, over and over. He let out a long moan. Your eyes shifted back and forth from him to your reflection to him again, rinse and repeat.
"Fill me up... pretty boy." You said in his ear. He shuddered and blushed harder. His cock hardened more. You gently tilted his head upwards so he could see both your reflections. "See how good you look under me?" You asked. He let out a loud moan and pathetically thrusted his hips at you. You kissed his now exposed neck. "You're so cute, I could just eat you up." You told him before biting his neck. Another cry of pleasure escaped him. You felt his cock twitch inside you. He was a shaking, blushing, sweaty, drooling mess under you. His glasses were all foggy.
"P- p- please..." He started. He panted a bit before finishing his sentence, "g- g- go... fa- Ahh! Faster!" He pleaded. You picked up the pace and watched him start to weep from how overwhelmed with pleasure he was. He gave you another pathetic thrust. His moans began to get louder.
"Fuck, you're adorable!" You let out. His last few moans were his loudest, paired with a few whimpers. He filled you with his thick, hot cum. He panted feebly as you crawled off him. Tears were still leaking out of his eyes. You took off his glasses and wiped the streams off his cheeks. He cupped your face and kissed you greedily and embraced you as though he were afraid to lose you in that moment.
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Riveting torture III
Masters of fear Jonathan Crane X Reader
Breaking news: Man learns something new about himself; He's an asshole and he's in love (fucking finally) more at 9.
Part I, Part II
🧡 Jonathan's mind has been in a haze after what the stunt you pulled, had him staring at the void for firmly, fingers entwined with one another and press under his chin. He has been deep in thought yet none of them coherent. They just ran pass him, make sense for a moment, before it returns to being nonsense.
He is currently the human embodiment of static; unmoving, uninterrupted, uninteractive.
To be disarmed of rationality is something he didn't expect, let alone from you. Empty of thought, reduced speechless, unable to think of anything else.
It's like you've wrung him out. Of sense, of mind... All with a simple gesture. It's something you've done before, but something about this was different.
How come a gesture less worse from the last one, become impactful? It's as if with the feather-light kiss, on the cheek, managed to make a dent out of his mind.
It's all he ever thought about ever since it had transpired.
🧡 From the other side of the coin, there was you, snug in your jacket Jonathan had kindly provided for you when you needed it most, as you stare into the moving scenery of the countryside. Skies tinged with oranges and pink, golden glow cast upon the trees. You cannot stress your gratitude for Jonathan, it was cold and this jacket was the only thing you owned.
Having been woken up early, the others have taken upon themselves to restore their needed zzz's as the bus has yet to arrive at the venue, so it was new to you not to hear your companions fooling around. They'd be in a chorus of singing trending pop songs, Lee happen to have brought her guitar for the trip too, so there's that. But everyone was fast asleep. Maybe you'll be seeing the squad active when you reach the field.
You felt like you didn't need to sleep. Everything about your interaction with him that early morning had you unable to let go of the grin you've had since boarding the bus. It was as if you didn't need to jacket anymore to stay warm.
"Thinking about your boyfriend?"
You almost jumped from your seat. Upon glancing behind you, you find Adonis cheekily grinning with his arms draped atop your seat. Rolling your eyes at him, you dodge the possibility of explaining your lack of label with the suspect of making you smile like this.
"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" He was easy to distract, so you opted to answer his question with another question.
"I have energy drinks flowing in my veins." He giggles, before holding out his hand to demonstrate how the caffeine, or rather, the lack of sleep is currently affecting him right now, his hands shaking.
"Bitch, I thought you of all people would know how sleep is important." You squinted at him, holding his hand to feel just how worse were the tremors in his muscles.
"In my defense, I had to submit some assignments and requirements to some of our teachers early. You know how they are with students like us,"
Being reminded of that, you were then faced with the memory of one of the teachers shaming you in front of the whole class. Again, in your defense, you were prepared! You just needed your notes (idiot notes, as she referred to them) just to clarify certain aspects of the report just so you don't explain it wrong.
"Hmm... Yeah..." You can only sigh in agreement. Shaking your head, you faced him again. How about something more light-hearted? A grin rose from your features. "Remember that dare you told me?"
"Which one?"
"If the the squad and I won the cheerleading competition, you and your boys are going to party wearing the cheerleading uniforms. You are going to do that, right?" You searched his face in anticipation.
"Sure, if you win, that is." He challenges with a smirk.
"Oh fuck yeah we will. Just you wait." Oh Adonis and his boys in the cheerleading uniforms... You can almost imagine it. "How about you try to catch some zzz's? We still have a long way to go."
"Yeaaaah, you're right. Need my energy for the field." Looking over your seat, you see Adonis lift his hood up and tugged it over his eyes, before readjusting his blanket to his chest. "You should do the same. Maybe you'd dream about your boyfriend."
You hold yourself back, not wanting to argue with the boy who is going to attempt to sleep. And so, you slip back to your seat and save your remarks for later. You may not find yourself able to sleep, but it would be nice to just relax for a moment, let the scenery pass by with Jonathan in your head.
🧡 He wonders how you were doing...
At this time, it might be possible you've finally arrived on the venue. By now, perhaps you just finished performing. Maybe you were watching the sport unfolding in the field, all the while, waving your pom poms and chanting the school's team. He hopes you wouldn't forget to drink water in the midst of it... You do have the tendancy to get a little too preoccupied in certain events, not to mention, he hopes you remembered to apply sunscreen too.
...
No...
He hopes you forget to drink that you'd collapse in the middle of the heat and you contract skin cancer! He doesn't care whether you're done performing or not, you can go cheer that football player Adonis for all he cares!
Oh that's right, he never forgot about him, that boy you replaced with him the moment Jonathan was out of the picture, how typical! That imbecilic jock you've managed to string along in that cursed charm of yours! My, how fast did you drop him at the sight of an opportunity when Jonathan walked back into your life? He doesn't even see you interacting with Adonis anymore! It's like he never existed!
🧡 "Go Adonis! You can do it!" You cheered, cupping both hands over your mouth.
Behind you, the captain cues the whole team to chant again through a megaphone. Her ever so chipper voice amplified and not easily overpowered by the various of voices joining her to cheer. Under the heat of the sun, who performed your chants, even being joined by your whole school in the stadium.
Adonis is a close friend of yours who was deeply invested in this sport. You find yourself envying him at the fact he can balance his extracurricular with his academic curriculum. It was noticeable how he put the work in, both academics and extracurricular that he sacrifices his own well-being. Winning this game was important to him, as he was under the gaze of possible offerers of scholarship not just for him, but for the whole team.
Upon hearing you, and the whole school cheer for their teams, you find yourself jumping in excitement when he managed to dodge an opponent and score a point.
🧡 He knew he had to move fast, are you even aware of the effects you were imposing on him? Oh you certainly knew, didn't you?
You... Everything about you was compelling, in a way he sees as beguiling, like a mirage of an oasis in a desert. How your presence seems to present him a sense of calm and relief, in which he knows behind that warmth of yours is a hellfire waiting to reel him forward and trap him in the cage of of your embrace. How you melodic giggle is a siren's call, your voice that being Lucifer's serpentine tongue, with all your deceit hidden beneath honeyed words, your reassurances, those compliments...
For awhile it was starting to feel good, how he began to yearn for these, for you— only to be reminded of your underlying want to humiliate him. To be oh so patient when it came to him, you are considered to be a victor to even get close to him whilst wearing the same cheerleading uniform Sherry used to wear, not even her went through the lengths of kissing him several times, nor held him, anything at all. He was tied at the tip of her fingers and had him strung along with her words alone and he has noted you've been in the same team as she was, of course you would know how he ticks.
You have never talked about her, why would you? Why wouldn't you? He has seen you before, holding Sherry up during practice, converse with her and such. Of course you wouldn't, acknowledging her would have made him reminded of her and recognise your motives! He has underestimated you before and he's learnt —acknowledged even— just how conniving of a little snake you are. Time and time again, you do remind him how much of a scheming little thing you can be, my, how much time do you devout yourself to draw intricacies on your little note to ruin his life? How pathetic can you be?
🧡 Everything was going well, you kept a smile so distinct from the pageant smiles your other squadmates upheld during the performance. It was as if Jonathan was watching you from the crowds, you can feel as though if he'd have been there, seated by the bleachers, supporting you. It was a shame he couldn't attend, but having the thought of knowing he supports you is enough.
Thoughts of him reassuring you played in your head whilst you perform, it burned through you and kept you at a high spirit to recall all the times he has taken a time of his day to sit you down for a moment, in your time of lowest, to remind of the others things you are capable of and how you were great at them. He made you better in believing in yourself.
Your friends, of course, knew that kind of smile and where it came from. Friends being friends, of course, proceeded to do what friends do.
"Ooooh~ is that Jonathan I see?" One of them tease, placing a hand above their eyes whilst squinting at the bleachers.
"Where?" You whipped your head around like a dog lighting up at any indication of their owned arriving.
Not wanting to end there, the other members spurred on. "Right there!" One of them points.
"I don't see him!" You squinted your eyes further.
"Oh my god, Y/N. And you're telling me I need glasses? He's right there!"
Upon hearing the others snicker, you glanced over them with a glare, in which they finally broke out laughing.
"Fucken' pricks." You playfully smack the nearest person on your right, before pouting and crossing you arms to your chest.
🧡 When you return, his plan was to unfold. Specifically, at the party. He will have to make the first move before you can even do it, he fucking swears it. It would be all for nothing if you got him first, he might as well tie his own noose at the strings of your fingers, it was imperative he succeeds.
After glancing at a calendar did he realise that the party you mentioned was Halloween... Of course it would be Halloween, fucking hell, do you really intend to make Sherry Squires proud from the grave, huh?
Oh we'll see about that...
If you really like Sherry that much, then he might as well do the same to you. He will personally see to it that your suffering would be as slow and careful as you are with him.
🧡 You practically made a beeline to him when you arrived back to continue with your usual day to school, a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Thank god the tournament was over, now you can get back to focusing on school. You came back with a wide grin, happy from the various achievements from the tournament for yourself, the whole cheerleading team, of course for Adonis' success, and to top it all off, you get to see Jonathan again. Not to mention, since practices are on hold for now, you could spend more time with him!
"So yeah, since we won, Adonis and his gang are going to wear the cheerleading uniforms at the party!" It was almost as if you were happy about winning the cheerleading competition for the sole purpose of getting to see the whole sports team in cheerleading-wear, rather than the win itself. "Speaking of which, are we still going?"
... We, huh? Interesting. Were you going to attend regardless whether he goes or not? You talk as if that were the case.
"Of course, by then I get to see you perform." That was what you told him, didn't you? 'see you perform'... Perform your heinous deeds.
"Awesome! Soooo, as you expect, it's a costume party and the squad pulled me to some scheme to dress up in sexy Santa costumes from Mean Girls and like... That's so fucking ironic, but it's just simply iconic, I couldn't say no, so um... It's okay if you don't have to wear anything— I-I mean, any costume at all."
Is it because I already share semblance with a Scarecrow? Can't you think of something new?
"The gang and I won't be just performing the dance we did at the competition, we're actually choreographing something new... I mean, since the guys are going to be performing the cheer, we might as well just make a new one. I hope that's alright."
Or does you performance include me being the center of the attention? Of humiliation?
"I still can't believe you're actually going to watch me perform! Anyone who's been with me either thinks I'm wasting my time or that they're just plain mean about what I like, but you are just so nice and supporting and—" you took a break to fan yourself with your hand for a moment before resuming to your statement. "— you're the best. Legitimately, you're like the best. I appreciate you so, sooo much."
I... Surely that statement holds no truth to it. It's just another one of your lies to lure me in.
🧡 He knew what you meant by choreographing a new routine to perform. Since it was not something adhered to the school extracurriculars activities, your means of practicing were limited to noons and possibly weekends. Translation, you won't be able to walk home with him...
Unless...
"Oh my god..." One of the girls covers their mouth in shock when they heard the song you'll be dancing to. "That song is dirty. You little harlot you," She looks over the leader with a look so eager, which reminded Jonathan of a little child who finds delight and thrill in disobeying curfew for the first time.
"Alright, people!" You clapped your hands to gain the attention of your fellow dancers. "So the song we'll be using is a bit in the raunchy side of things, is that okay?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Alright, cool! Now let's get some work shall we?" Looking over your shoulder, this prompts the choreographer to clap her hands as well.
"Positions, everyone!"
Jonathan didn't mind to come along with you and watch you practice. It's not like his parents were strict, I mean, he could go home at midnight and no one would be concern about him. Besides, he'd prefer to have you in his sight. Not in that way of course, just so he knows whether you're scheming with friends or not.
🧡 The state of the relationship well... It wasn't official yet, but everyone fucking knew. It doesn't take a genius for one to figure popular cheerleader Y/N has the hots for the mildly interested hostile nerd Jonathan Crane, which was weird, but you do you honey.
Oh there were whispers, it is something Jonathan knew he would not be able to escape whether you are involved with him or not. With your presence, it helped to maximize the volume of what used to be 'whispers' behind his back, as rumours began to circle the entirety of the school grounds like wild fire.
It was something you immediately addressed at the beginning of your 'relationship'. Giving him all sorts of reassurances he pretends to be believe, oh he knows what sick games you're playing, this just prove the lengths of how your serpentine tongue can go.
"Jonathan, I couldn't give less of a fuck about what the others think. If I can't hold your hand without garnering unwanted attention from the others, fuck 'em. I want you and I— I want us to not care about them and what they think."
No matter... In no time, you alone shall be the hot topic throughout the school year. As the poor little fool found insane or critically injured and locked away or the memoir on the front page. Oh Jonathan knows the hand he is playing, it is indirect, in all of this, in his kindness, it is your choice whether to live miserably for the rest of your life with no possibility of recovery or to have your life snuffed abruptly.
🧡 The night of the party finally arrived, Jonathan has yet to see you but he expected you'd be donning a costume matching with your clique. He was told to wait by a spot to pick him up as soon as you and your friends were done doing whatever the fuck you were doing.
He wore no costume, opting to just wear a flannel to warm himself from the cold, October air. And in others words, he has always been parading around like a scarecrow anyways. You yourself had said that as well, no surprise there.
He hears a distant vehicle approaching and as it grew near, he hears the distinctive giggles from within, blaring along with some generic pop music. Sure enough, he recognised the cherry red Camaro as the so-called 'leader' of the clique and the cheer captain's car. Rolling your window down, you stick yourself out to wave at Jonathan, your make-up glimmering under the dim moonlit road.
"Hi Jon! Sorry we're late."
"Yeah, Lee was being a cunt."
"Bitch, you started it!"
"Alright, alright, settle down!" The driver shouted, before looking over you. "And for god's sake, Y/N, do you want him to get in or not?"
"My bad!" You nervously giggled, before sitting back and opening the door for Jonathan.
He promptly takes his seat next to you and the moment he does, he felt the eyes of everyone from within give him a quick glance in a way of expressing distrust. You, on the other hand, made sure your mask never slipped. You were asking him whether or not he's had dinner yet, if he's cold, telling him about what he should do should he feel overwhelmed in the party, etc etc, whilst your friends chime in with some agreements, reminders and tips, finally did they regain their masks again.
🧡 It wasn't difficult to spot which house was the party venue... Located near heavily wooded areas, where the leader decided to park her precious car in.
"Okay, so who among you are planning to drink?" The leader asks and was met with resounding 'me's! from the group...
"Nah, I'm good. Maybe have a little shot, but I do t plan to get shitfaced."
Except for you, apparently.
"Great, so I'll entrust you my spare keys, should you need for..." For a moment, the leader's eyes land on me. "Emergencies."
"Yeah, Lee needs her ass to be looked after a few shots and you can't be the only one sober since we have the whole ass group with us." You didn't catch the suggestive nature of her statement, or perhaps you chose to feign innocence.
"Alright. Now that's settled, shall we?"
And so, the show commences.
🧡 By now, your friends have scattered everywhere, for a moment he has heard the leader's ever so loud voice from the deafening music, shouting at a member of your group not to drink too much as you'd have a performance to put up later. At some moments, you would excuse yourself to tend to some of your friends to remind them not to drink too much, as the leader had ready made it clear, do not get hammered yet.
The scene before Jonathan was something familiar. The flashing lights, the blaring music, drinks at the hand of those who are not allowed yet, costumes, the popular kids, smoke so thick... For a moment he caught the stench of Sherry Squire's perfume amidst all this, with the scent of alcohol in her breath.
His chest started to raise... Fuck, he could have just pulled you aside for a moment instead of entering the house. It was a wooded fucking area, for god's sake, he would've easily gotten rid of you with the loud, blaring music, absence of lingering eyes, the cover of darkness, everything was perfect and he just had to follow you in this party for some ridiculous fucking reason—
"Jon?"
His neck snaps aside when he swore he had also heard the dead Sherry's voice, only to then realise it was you. Just you... The next to follow after Sherry Squire for attempting to deceive him just as she did.
You have just returned after stopping Lee from doing ten seconds of chugging from the bottle of vodka, putting a hand on Jonathan's shoulder.
"Are you okay?" You tilt your head.
"Never better. You should join your friends." He dismissively turns for a moment, shrugging your hand off. For a brief moment he considers getting himself a drink, only to remember he had to fulfill what he needed to for the longest of time whilst sober. He need not liquid courage to commit such a thing, he would gladly do so without any substance to further fuel his already intense abhorrence.
"But... I want you..." He glanced at you again. With a certain grimace on his face, you couldn't help but to retract and edit your statement with flushed cheeks. "I-I mean... I want to spend more time with you... If that's okay..." Either way, there was no difference from what you've said just a second ago.
"You'd be a laughingstock when they see us together."
You blinked at the revelation and realisation. "Was that why you dropped my hand?"
He never even realised you were holding it in the first place... Now he knew why he entered this god forsaken party, god damnit it, he was holding your hand and enjoying it without him knowing... You held his hand the moment you got off the car, lacing your fingers through his, relishing his presence, his warmth, the fact he coming with you and he shall be watching you perform. But when you entered the house party, he suddenly drops your hand when the popular cheerleaders' entrance had inevitably captured the eyes of the school body in the party.
"Jonathan, I thought we already talk about this I..." You nervously fumbled with the end of your costume, by now you were starting to regret for not bringing your jacket with you. "Didn't we?"
"I don't want to embarrass you." Jonathan avoids your gaze, opting to look elsewhere, anywhere just not at the pathetic, teary eyed pretender. He hoped this would be the end of it... But he knows how annoyingly persistent you can be.
"Why would I be?" You took his hands within yours, once again feeling his warmth, a soft smile filling your lips. "I don't care about what they think about us."
You were truly taking this charade all the way here? All this time? Well, what are you waiting for? You're in the party, easily the center of attention where everyone can see, you have him by the strings of his heart goddamn it, he fucking loves the way your hands warm his cold ones, but by fucking god he knows what would happen if he were to relish it.
You were looking up at him with those eyes again... Those damn eyes which made his knees buckle and fail, yet warm and comfortable at the same time. Have you any idea how much power you have over him, how much he had to fight back with the foreknowledge of what someone like you is capable of? God damn it, why did he had to allow you close to him? Why did he grant you the chance to touch him in all sorts of ways, why the fuck did he have to fall for you in the midst of his distrust?
If he had only strangled you when had the chance instead of walking away—
"I love you... Nothing and no one can change that..."
He didn't realise how much distance he himself has closed in until he realised the can smell that one shot of alcohol you took upon the peer pressure of classmates urged you to take was hitting his face. His eyes darts to your lips, then back to yours. All thoughts filling his head suddenly faded for a moment at the realisation of the distance (lack thereof) between you.
He finds himself closing his eyes... All tensions he has held, all the grudges he held against you, finally slipping from his shoulders... When a bright light suddenly points at you. His heart drops to his stomach and he drops your hand and shields his head.
JONATHAN YOU UTTER FOOL! YOU FELL FOR IT AGAIN!!!
"Sorry to distract you, love birds. But we have a show to put." The leader has been calling you on stage after the whole group gathered up to finally perform. So not once did you hear her screaming your name from the stage.
"Oh, my bad!" You shouted after her. The spotlight returns back on stage, once again leaving you in the dark with Jonathan. "Well... This is it!"
He opens his eyes for the first time, only to observe before him the bright slights casted upon the makeshift stage in the middle of the house pointed at your friend group getting to formation. The boy glances at you, tears were welling in his eyes, only to then feel lips against his cheek, before you sprinted for the stage, in your high heels.
"For good luck!" You shouted after him, before you made your way to the stage.
Jonathan stood still for a moment, before he heard the cue of the music for the beginning of your performance.
"WOOOH! GO CROWS!" One of the students cheered, prompting the entirety of the audience there follow his suit to chant the name of the school's sport group.
🧡 After watching the group choreograph, fail at some points from the lack of synchronization, accidents and other mishaps during practice, he couldn't help but to feel a certain chill when he saw your performance. He knew how much of your group worked hard to perfect this dance in a matter of only days and the way you delivered it to the crowd was something he finds admirable.
At some points of your performance, he couldn't help but to flush at the sight of you performing suggestive acts, such as the way you traced a finger between your chest before licking the said finger, the way you sway your hips, how you caress other dancers passionately, even having the whole group pretend as though they were lifting their skirts up only to wag their fingers at the crowd...
At the end of the performance, you were stopped by the leader by getting a hold of your neck before you make a beeline for Jonathan, reminding you of the final bow. After doing so, you were back to sprinting back to your Jonathan.
The thrill still in your veins, you pull him by the collar of his shirt before crashing your lips against his. He had long since let go the notion of you humiliating him the moment you got on that stage to be the center of the cheers, to perform real entertainment, that he had instantly reciprocated your gesture eagerly. Locking lips had never felt so right and to feel all his worries slip away from the euphoric explosions from within his body.
Jonathan found himself disappointed when you pulled away, only for him to realise you were leading him the wrist to go outside to resume the activity away from the eyes of others.
It was a good thing Christine entrusted you her keys... For emergencies.
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Grabbing mof Scarecrow's rear
When you walked into the living room, John was lying on his stomach on the couch, reading a book. He hadn't noticed you that you had walked in. Temptation, his perfectly shaped and unsuspecting rear, was staring right at you. It moved whenever he kicked his feet back and forth every so often. Or when he shifted his position in order to get comfortable again. You couldn't resist. You grabbed it. He jolted and let out a small yelp of surprise. He quickly covered his mouth. It was so abrupt, you heard his hand slap his face. He turned to look at you, beet red. You tied your best not to laugh.
"So uh, what are you reading?" You chuckled. He squinted at you.
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Things I'd like to do
Various Batman Rogues X Reader
My brain is composed of sludge 3 AM thoughts and this idea came to mind. So the following content are just ideas of what I'd like to write... But can't because of time constraints but I'd love to share them either way, so yay.
💚 I would LOVE to write fics based on the first song to play in my playlist after I put on shuffle. Like... Send in some Riddleman variation, then I'd tap on shuffle and whatever song is on I'll write the Riddleman with it. You get me???
💚 I would love to write a detailed make-out sesh with YJ Riddler just cos. Make him feel all sorts of thing, make him feel soft, hard just akcnsncjdocj I love him ok
💚 I want to write a Gotham Edward x reader wherein Reader shares semblance with Kristen. So basically Reader is taking the place of Isabella but instead of stubbornly staying in the relationship and dying, reader has enough self-preservation and respect to recognise the fact that Edward only loves them because of their semblance with his dead ex gf that he killed. Not yet a fleshed out idea, but that's the whole gist
💚 I'm not very confident about writing Zero Year Edward but... He reminds me of Mitski's songs, "A loving feeling" and "Lonesome love". Idk, he just possess the vibes of that one guy that will make you think you're in a relationship when in fact... You're not, and he's just letting you tag around because having someone like you reflects well on him and other thah that, he is also a sadistic fuck.
I just... The angst material from the Reader attempting to break things of with him and yet he will always manage to pull you back... I my to repeat the process until you're drained.
💚 Fell in love of the idea of including Query and Echo in fics. Expect them to appear here in the future. And maybe an OC associated with them.
🖤 Gotham Penguin having a child, and said child is running for the student council. Like daddy, they will get what they want with any means necessary... Blackmailing other candidates, perhaps maiming some of them and father dearest couldn't be more proud.
🤍 Gotham Penguin once again, I just have like the me tal image of him being a good dad, okay? Anyways, I pictured his child making him a paper crane and he still keeps that same crane hidden in his drawer, along with whatever his child gives him. Letters, drawings, flowers, you name it.
🧡 Masters of Fear Jonathan being distrustful boy towards a student that's taken a liking to them and tries his best to be as nasty as possible to them, but failed. One day he calls them over at the back of the school in private to kill them and so as he his trembling hands hold their neck, he tries to read Reader's features because he wants to see the fear in their eyes as he squeezes the life out of them. Reader, thinking that Jonathan was just hesitating to kiss them, takes it upon themself to initiate the 'kiss', leaving Jonathan shock and Reader alive.
🧡 Harley Quinn Jonathan being protective of his psychologist spouse that works in Arkham. Just, some juicy marital drama ensues.
💜 I want to write an innuendo-filled dressing room shenanigans between theater actor Music Meister and theater technician Reader.
💜 Just a platonic fic between Dennis and Reader, Dennis being at his lowest and in need of comfort. I live for comforts such as these.
#edward nygma#riddler x reader#dc x reader#dc x you#edward nygma x reader#edward nigma#young justice riddler#young justice riddler x reader#dennis prowell x reader#music meister x reader#mof jonathan crane#mof jonathan crane x reader#gotham penguin#gotham edward nygma x reader#harley quinn jonathan crane#zero year riddler
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Mof Jon reacting to SFW body worship
By now, John had trusted you enough to have told you many stories of how he would get picked on for his looks throughout his life. All this gave you an idea. One morning, you proposed giving him a pleasant surprise if he agreed to lie on the bed shirtless for you. You also made sure to explain that it wasn't suggestive. That last part caught his attention. Later that evening, he did what you had asked of him and waited. You started with his face. He was red in the face and giggling. You went down to his neck, collarbone and shoulders.
"What are you doing?" He asked. You looked up at him with the warmest smile you could muster up.
"Showing you how beautiful you are." You told him before resuming, going down to his chest and arms. You made sure to emphasize all the parts he told you he had been mocked for. His thin arms, the hole in his chest, his not very hairy chest and so on. His glasses began to fog up due to the tears in his eyes. He couldn't help but sob when you got to his belly, forearms and hands.
"Thank you..." He choked out. You held his hands, he held yours back tightly.
"I love you, John." You told him as you looked him in the eyes.
"I love you too, so so much." He told you, still sobbing.
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