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Can you write about L's s/o riding him in his chair and the Task Force walks in and L doesn't let her get up. Instead having cockwarm him.

mmmm i like this one

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Risky Behavior - L Lawliet x fem!reader

cw // ⚠️ nsfw!!

Both of you were fully dressed, aside from the fact that he had put your panties in his pants pocket, and his cock was sticking out of his slacks. L had your skirt bunched up at your stomach- a hand holding a tight grip on your waist. You’d roll your hips against his, feeling his length move inside you. The feeling caused a soft whimper to escape your lips- the sound lightly bouncing off the walls and echoing through the room.

You began to bounce up and down on his shaft. Moans slipped from the both of you at the feeling. He would lean forward to kiss your neck, attempting to mark your skin while you move. L was still trying to work, but having your tight walls around him made it difficult, so eventually he gave up trying.

Believe it or not, it was his idea to have sex at work. It was still pretty early and he had been feeling a little needy, so he asked if you’d want to fool around. You had never done it while at headquarters before, so you were a bit worried about getting caught— although the risk also seemed to turn you on; that being the reason you ended up agreeing.

L would thrust his hips up slightly, the tip of his cock touching that sweet spot deep inside you. You had your hands holding onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt with every thrust. He'd moan your name quietly in your ear as you moved, running his hands up and down your sides and occasionally bring them down to squeeze your ass.

You quickened your pace, grinding on his lap faster and letting your moans gets louder. L threw his head back, a low groan coming from the back of his throat. A few profanities slipped his tongue from having you bounce harder. Your hands slid up his neck, resting under his jaw by his ears and lifting his head so you could kiss him. He'd buck his hips, making you both moan into the sloppy kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled away, squeezing your hips and pushing them down on his lap as if he wanted you to slow down. His head turned slightly- causing your hands to fall from his face- to look at the door while you decreased the speed at which you moved. L grabbed your skirt as he turned to look at you again, pulling it down to cover your exposed lower half.

In a hurried voice, he spoke quietly, "Stop moving, I hear people coming."

Your heart beat became rapid, and your previous excitement turned into worry.

"Shouldn't I get up then? They're gonna know." you said in a whisper.

L turned to look at the door again- the footsteps he heard before now being audible to you as well. Quickly, he kissed you, pulling away to speak against your lips, "Just pretend to be sleeping. It wouldn't be the first time they've seen you do that."

Still a bit concerned, you complied; resting your head on his shoulder while your arms wrapped themselves around his back. He pulled your skirt down a bit more so nothing was showing, and then moved his chair closer to the desk so it looked like he had been working the whole time.

The door had opened and you got scared. You trusted L, but part of you were still anxious about it being obvious you weren't just "sleeping."

L greeted the other task force members, just as he does every morning, and they all quietly got to work. When they asked why you were sleeping on his lap- again- he said you had a "long night and woke up too early," therefore, you were "tired." L was right when he said it wouldn't be the first time they saw you sleeping on his lap; often, you would do that because you found in comfortable. However, today, that was not what this was.

His cock was still as hard as a rock, and sitting deep inside your cunt, which continued to throb for him despite you not moving. He'd shift in his seat a little, resulting in a whimper to leave your lips and turn your face red. Everyone else didn't seem phased by the noise- they probably didn't even hear it. L rubbed your back softly, pretending you were dreaming and that he was easing you back to sleep.

It was becoming difficult to sit there; you're need was growing stronger and you knew L's was too. You tugged at his shirt, implying you were getting impatient and in response, he kissed the top of your head. He looked around at others- they were all surprisingly focused on their work, which meant their attention would be diverted from him.

L moved a hand to your waist, gripping it tightly to hold you still as he bucked his hips up to make you moan. To cover the noise, he pretended to cough and then asked if someone could get him some tea. He leaned down a bit, to whisper in your ear, "Try to be quiet if you don't want anybody to find out why you're really sitting on my lap."

The hand he had on your waist moved back up to the keyboard while his other hand- the one that couldn't be seen by everyone else- moved to your thigh, inching it's way under your skirt and between your legs. His fingers brushed against your clit, soon rubbing small circles into your hardened nub. You pulled the corner of your lower lip into your mouth, biting it hard to prevent any noise from escaping. L's fingers moved agonizingly slow, teasing you to keep you wet.

You weren't sure how long he planned on keeping you here, and you knew that for as long as he was inside you, he'd stay hard. The thought of him keeping you like this for hours made you antsy; there was no way either of you would make it that long. Every few minutes, L would thrust up slightly, letting the tip of his cock hit your g-spot while you tried your best not to moan. It was ridiculous had badly you wanted to grind against him, just to receive the satisfaction, but you knew you couldn't. The most either of you could do was hope there'd be an opportunity for you to get some alone time soon.

L Lawliet NSFT HC

tags: fem!reader, dark, carnal urges, breeding and pregnancy kink, manipulation, raw sex, L is neither a good person, nor is he the innocent froggy everyone apparently wants him to be. my man will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

so i just... L, who desperately wants a successor of his own. he believes in near and mello, of course, but... the thought his own flesh and blood who would carry his genes and his brains, who would share his DNA, even after he dies... Yes, this thought, for whatever reason, makes his blood curl.

L, who casually talks to you about it, how he wants you to carry his child, how he wishes for a successor. how he wants to teach his son everything. it's gonna be a son, he tells you, when your eyes widen and you nearly choke on your tea. It's gonna be a healthy boy with the smartest brains and a cunning mind, just like his parents.

L, who slowly manipulates you into believing, you wanted it too, all along. You don't want children, you never wanted any, but his voice, so monotone and velvety, penetrating your brain whenever there's moment of silence to spare convinces you otherwise.

L, who will step behind you, while you're brewing coffee in the kitchen, plastering a hand against your flat stomach, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. Who will lean into your shoulder, and hold you impossible close, his voice sending vibrations through your skin, while he tells you, how wonderful you're gonna look, heavy with his child, heavy with his seed, till your knees buck and you can't think straight.

L, who's above you, slowly sinking into your willing body without a condom, for the first time. His flesh is almost burning up in your tight, sopping wet heat, as he holds you down into a mating press, with the full intention to leave you not only satisfied, but prenant as well.

L, who can barely hold back, as he fucks into your body, deep and hard, his face buried in the crook of your neck, growls and low moans leaving his mouth, as you feel his thrusts grow erratic, his orgasm nearing.

L, who cums with a low growl, his cock pulsing in your tight cunt, as you come for the last time tonight, your legs shaking from the strain, body covered in sweat and pussy squelching with the amount of wetness you produced.

L, who won't pull out, pluggin you up with his softening member, and he's terribly sorry, he says, as he gently manhandles you into a comfortable position to sleep in, but he has to make sure you're pregnant with his child coming morning.

L, who feels you slip out of his arms in the morning, your small feet padding into the bathroom where he has prepared various pregnancy tests for you to use. He hears the packaging rustle, and moments later you emerge, two stripes on the plastic stick.

L, who pulls you into his arms onto the bed, who places as hand on your belly, as your eyes roam the celing in panic, what am i gonna do, L, oh my god, this can't be happening.. im-im not ready to be a mother yet..., he mentally celebrates. A part of him is now growing in your body. A strong son, who will be his successor, who will have his mothers eyes and his father's brain.

L, who smirks darkly into your shoulder, as you don't know whether to sob, or to laugh, because he knows. He has gotten what he wanted once again.

𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: trying to get attention from L was extremely difficult when he was working but there was always one way to get what you want

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut-ish, cockwarming, slight praise, slight degradation, fluff

• request by anon: Hey there! I absolutely adored your L NSFW hcs! May I request some NSFW thoughts about cockwarming L while he’s busy?

• Cockwarming is one of his favourite past times with you

• Since he doesn’t have a high sex drive he enjoys it as it lets him be close to you without having to actually have sex

• He especially enjoys it when you cockwarm him while he’s working

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𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻’𝘀 (𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: what it’s like to be sexually intimate with L Lawliet

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut, cockwarming, quite soft & lazy sex

feel free to check out the SFW one here :)

• A definite switch although he leans more towards the top/dom side

• He isn’t really into dom/sub themes he prefers top/bottom but every now and then if he’s really in the mood then he’ll be kinky

• Overall he isn’t incredibly kinky, if you’re into something he’ll try it but he doesn’t have that many of his own kinks

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So Close (L x Reader)

A/N: Requested by @god-like-eyebrows (and technically @lilredbird101 who asked me a while back to do more L pieces)! Hope it’s to your liking!

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How would L manifest his affection towards his so?

Mentions of sex but nothing even slightly explicit. Lengthy headcanon collection because I love my panda cupcake. He’s so gorgeous and he deserved so much better. 

In the strangest, most subtle of ways.

Head pats are very common.

He’d walk past you and as he does so, a spidery hand comes out of nowhere and plops unceremoniously on your head. His touch is so gentle it causes a cold shiver at the base of your spine. It’s over so quickly but the ghost of his touch lingers for much longer.

He’ll stare at you. Often and for no reason.

He doesn’t even hide it. He just blatantly stares at you, an owlish expression on his face and a thumb between his lips.

There’s no way that you can’t feel his gaze on you but if you tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable or you ask him to stop, he’ll apologise but not sound even a little sorry and carry on staring.

If you get up and move into another room, he’ll jump up and follow you. he may well resemble a puppy - tell him to go away and he’ll look like one, too.

Will give you strawberries. If you’re allergic to those or dislike them, then it’s another sweet something he knows you like.

He’ll wordlessly dangle it in the air near you, his usual two finger grip making you nervous for the fate of the treat.

He won’t say anything, he won’t even look, he’ll just hold it up in the air in your general area.

If you take it, he smiles to himself. If not, he shrugs, eats the treat himself and goes right back to working.

If you seem to be emotionally out of sorts or physically showing signs of anything negative or nervousness, he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder, fingers pressing delicately into your neck.

This serves two purposes: pulse check and comfort.

It’s more efficient.

Random gifts left on your pillow. Wrapped in white paper and tied with a black ribbon. Packaging is messy, not wrapped very well and looks like something a child would do.

Always something you’ve eyed over the last month as you walk past a shop window. 

You always know it’s from him and you thank him in your way and maybe even buy him a gift in return.

There’s no reason for the gift he gives you, it’s just because he likes to give you things, it’s a way he shows affection.

Your smile makes him smile.

When you come out of the shower or bath and you’re carrying on with your evening, a towel will randomly and without warning drop over your eyes. 

Spidery hands will then descend upon you and ruffle your hair, drying it even if it’s already close to being dry. 

He does this because you do it to him when his hair drips all over the keyboard and you don’t want him to have to replace the electronics in the room, so you help him out because he won’t do it himself.

He does this to you because it’s reciprocation, which he understands is one of the fundamentals of a successful and healthy relationship.

He lets you help him with his cases. If you have an idea, even if you’re not even in that same career, he’ll listen to you and then either reject it with the facts of the case, or put a thumb between his lips and add your theory to the list.

L never expects it from you but when you’re right, you’re gifted with an actual smile with teeth and a warm look.

When you’re wrong, he thanks you sincerely, briefly, and then goes back to work.

Had you been Matsuda, he would have followed this sentiment with an insult to your intelligence but he understands this to be something you don’t say to your s/o, and so he keeps scathing remarks to himself.

Sometimes there’ll be a quick rap on your bedroom door and he’ll let himself in, climbing wordlessly into bed with you. He’d curl up, say very little, and actually get some sleep.

He doesn’t tell you that it’s because he desperately wants sleep but doesn’t want the nightmares.

You keep his nightmares away.

Watari told you when you mentioned it and nothing more was said.

Sometimes, when you’re either very lucky or truly sad, L will use conventional means of affection.

A hug which starts as that pulse-check arm around your neck and then he pulls you into his strong yet slender form, his chin resting atop your head (he’s tall when he straightens his back) and his eyes dark as he ponders your distress.

L knows, of course he knows, but he waits for you to say it. He won’t intrude upon your privacy.

Anyone else’s, sure, but never you.

A kiss to your cheek when you surprise him with sweets or when you’re holding him in the dark, his eyes wet and his body shaking.

A proper kiss when you pass an exam or go to an appointment yourself or remember to take your meds without any prompting (apps don’t count as prompting; if he doesn’t have to tell you, you’ll get a kiss on your mouth as a reward - classical conditioning? Yes but he’d never admit to it) or anything which normally costs you something mentally.

Sex is rare. He doesn’t have much of a drive but if you’re feeling it, he’ll reciprocate. He doesn’t ever need it, but sometimes if there’s a close call on a case and he nearly dies, he definitely crawls into your bed with carnal intentions.

For anything, L rarely ever says no to you. He tries, sometimes, but largely he can’t stick to it and he acquiesces, if only to see you smiling at him.

‘I love you’ isn’t something said within the Japanese culture (that exact phrase is seen as soul bonding, even married couples don’t say it to each other), but he isn’t purely Japanese. Still, he’s a citizen so the cultural habits stick. 

He doesn’t say it, he shows it, and this is something important to remember.

On the times you say it to him, though, his eyes will hold yours and he’ll kiss you delicately, his hands cradling your face. He does love you, he does, and sometimes he thinks you’ll be the death of him.

Death Note:  @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @miyakokurono @sanity-is-overratedxp @distressed-honking @my-aestheticdaydreams @phantom-fangirl-stuff @writings-of-a-gen-z @cryptic-trash-cat 

I know I'm late with this But I will be doing all my days. In my defense I accidentally deleted it. This one is very short since I got uninspired once it deleted itself. Tell me what you think @ozarkthedog

Day 2: Thigh riding

You gazed silently over at L as he stared intently at his computer screen going over the Kira files for the 60th time today. You sigh and shake your head as you think of how pathetic you look waiting for L to give you a sliver of attention, your mom is probably turning in her grave you think, smiling at the thought.

"Y/N what the hell I tell you about hanging around that weird-ass little white boy?!" your mom reprimanded you tapping the top of your head with a wooden spoon. "But mom!" 7-year-old you protested, "He gave me this cool rock, he called it granite." you say trying to sound as smart as he did when he kicked the rock towards you. Your mom looked at you then at the rock then hit you once again with the spoon, "Girl he gave you concrete go somewhere!" you pout as you walk away and though she'll deny it to this day, you swear you heard her laughing as you walked away.

In the end, you couldn't tell when you two started dating it just gradually happened. First, you two moved in together when you graduated high school because L was, "Tired of hearing you complain about not hanging out enough." and one day you kissed him after he was forced to babysit your wine drunk self. The next day all he said was that it would be most beneficial if you two became a couple.

Looking over at your childhood sweetheart now, you felt rather nostalgic but annoyed at the lack of attention you had been receiving ever since this Kira case started, you were rather annoyed. "Y/N?" L's monotone voice called out to you making you regrettably perk up faster than necessary. "Yeah?" L looked over at you and you shiver never getting used to the lack of warmth behind those empty black eyes. L beckoned you over and you followed like a lovesick puppy. When you got near, L smoothly wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you to sit on his lap. "Wait what about your weird sitting thing?" you ask positioning yourself to face L your legs on either side of his legs.

"Your pouting is interrupting my concentration and I've conducted that your mood tends to lift by 80% whenever I show needless amounts of affection." you roll your eyes, "How romantic." L smirks at you slightly, "If you think that's romantic this will be easier than I thought." L's face went back to neutral as his focus went back to his screen. You sighed and relaxed into his body putting your face in the crook of his neck. He smelled like raspberries and cream no doubt the result of a sugary dessert he feasted on. You felt yourself being slowly lulled into relaxed pleasure from the warmed of L's pale body to the steady click of his computer keyboard.

After a while, you could feel L slowly tense up and after long last, he shifts his leg into a better position successfully rubbing his jeans against your thinly clothed entrance causing you to moan ever so softly in his ear. You silently prayed he didn't hear it but judging on the halt of movement you knew he had. Counting to 3, try to hop up out of his lap in embarrassment and try to run only to have L's gentle but firm grip on your meaty thighs hold you down. "Where do you think you're going?" L asked forcing you to maintain eye contact by holding onto your chin with two fingers.

"I was just going to-" you choke back a moan as L bounces his leg once again causing friction. "I'm positive you were going to lie to me." L sighed before leaning forward to power off the computer. "What about the case?!" you ask awkwardly trying to deflect this unwanted attention. L said nothing only leaning back in his chair to get a nice full look at you. You looked at him twiddling your thumbs as you try to stutter out an excuse. A shudder ripples through you as L's fingers caress the sliver of skin that can be seen above the waist of your pants. "We have never had any sexual relations with each other have we?" L ponders breaking the silence. You shook your head scoffing with a small smile. "Yeah, as if you've had any sexual relations to begin with." you mock deadpanning as L fiddles with a strand of his sleek black hair.

"Either way I now understand why you were so easily aroused." You roll your eyes before gasping in surprise as L buries his face in your neck before clenching your skin in between his teeth. "Ow!"

"I can't ignore the fact that you interrupted my investigation with your neediness however so I will not be participating at this time." you pout trailing your fingers over the teeth indents your lover left behind. "What are you gonna do, spank me?" you tease wrapping your arms around L's neck sticking your tongue out, humming in surprise when L leans forward and takes it into his mouth sucking lightly. You lean into the action more pushing your full lips against his rather thin ones sighing into the kiss as you lightly drag your fingers through L's soft hair.

L pulls back from the kiss leaving you out of breath meanwhile he annoyingly seemed perfectly fine. "Grind on me." you look at him dumbly for a second, "Pardon?" L takes in a handful of your squishy thighs and begins rolling them back and forth over his thigh making you moan softly. "I want to watch you get off by using me." L mutters taking in your facial expressions as he slides his cold hands up your stomach and under your sports bra to play with your nipples. 'H-Hey those are super sensitive." you object grabbing his wrists but making no real attempt at stopping him as you continue to roll your hips at a vigorous pace against L's thigh. "Oh really, by how much?" L asked, And although his resolve never wavered, you found the disinterest turning you on even more and making you more determined to get a rise out of him. You unzip his pants and reach inside grabbing his length in your hands.

At this point, L's head is under your shirt and aggressively sucking and bitting on your erect nipples making you whine at the overstimulation. As you stroked L you adorned his pale skin with many kisses along his neck and even made a few hickeys earning yourself a painful bite on your neck surprisingly making you cum with a loud cry, forcing tears to well up in your eyes. "Don't be naughty, how am I supposed to hide these?" L reprimands lifting his head from under your shirt and kissing you deeply.

"Your turn." you say out of breath and still dizzy from your orgasm." L shakes his head and pulls you towards him, "No need I'm fine." you shake your head and grip onto his member and stroke it with your hand using pre to make smoother strokes. Although he showed no auditory response, visually he was a mess. His shirt was bunched up around his chest from your incessant rocking and you practically drooled at the sight hint of ab indents on the plane of his stomach. As a show of his impending release, his chest heaved rapidly and you got a naughty thought in your head.

Lifting his shirt the rest of the way, you take one of his nipples into your mouth and suckle on it causing it to darken. This along with the fact you reached into your own bottoms to use your release as lube, sent L over the edge making him spurt long strings of semen on each other's stomach.

At that very moment, Light Yagami walks in with a tray of coffee. It was as though time stood still as you stared at each other, no obvious way of hiding what had transpired. L simply pulled you towards him. and blandly stated "I am now 98% certain your Kira."

Kinktober 2020 day 10- food play (L. )

I'm such a fucking simp for L iabskanwkwdnebsk he's just so cute??? I love him. So anyway enjoy, also this is so late I'm sorry . P. S this isn't during the Kira investigation

Implied female reader

Summary : it's no secret L likes sweets so he's rather excited when you let him bring it into the bedroom. No plot just horny hours.

It was obvious that L enjoyed sweets, he was almost constantly eating some kind of desert and even eating straight sugar cubes. In fact you don't think you've ever seen him eat something that wasn't a desert.

L had been conflicted lately, his thoughts and mind had been occupied by you as of late, witch was fairly normal as he often thought about you, especially when he was away. It wasn't that he was thinking of you that was the problem, but rather how he was thinking of you. His mind would begin to drift to less pure places the longer it wasn't filled with murder cases and criminals. It wasn't often L felt particularly horny, and even when he was he'd never been quite as eager. He reasoned that it was because he hadn't seen you in almost 2 weeks and desperately wanted to touch you again, but deep down he knew that wasn't the hole story.

Deep down he knew it was also because of his recent dirty fantasies. It seemed like whenever his mind began to wander to filthy places it always seemed to fallow the same basic desire, you layed on his bed completely naked and dripping just for him, chocolate sauce covering your body inviting him to run his tounge along your (s/t) skin. He wanted to cover you in sweets from chocolate sauce and wiped cream to cake frosting and butterscotch.

L smiled to himself at the thought of the sweet confectionerys dripping down your thighs and smeared across your breasts. He hoped you'd let him act out his little fantasy with you. He was eager, something that was quite rare for the Raven haired detective. The blue light from his various monitors illuminated his perverted grin in the dark room as he remembered that he came back tomorrow. You were no doubt just as excited as he was, even if it was for slightly different reasons.

You didn't question anything when you received a package full if various sweets, figureing that it was for your sugar addicted boyfriend. You were just about to put them away when you heard the door open and shut with a click. You walked out of the kitchen and smiled at the familiar slouching man in front of you. "L! Welcome back, I missed you" He made his way over to you and wrapped his lanky arms around you. "It's good to see you again y/n.did you get the box of things I sent here? " You nodded and chuckled slightly "yah it's in the kitchen, I was going to put them away but you got home" He let out a quiet hum before retrieving the box. He wasted no time grabbing you hand as he pulled you towards your shared room, this wasn't abnormal as L often dragged you to the seclusion of your shared room in order to cuddle and talk. This seemed different though, L seemed oddly eager to get to the bedroom and you wondered as to the reason why.

Walking in before locking the door and tossing the box onto the large bed. He turned back to you and brought your face closer to his, he pressed a soft but eager kiss to your lips as his arms now snaked around your waist to pull you closer. He niped at your lip slightly asking for entrance witch you gladly gave him, you parted your lips slightly and his tounge immediately darted in to sweral around yours and explore your mouth. He tasted like sugar, no doubt from something he ate earlier in the day, his hands gingerly ran along your waist and under your shirt. It always surprised you how handsy he could be when he was horny, fingers trailing gently over your skin before squeezing and groping at anything he could.

Breaking away from the kiss to breathe, you looked up at L's normally stock face to see an adorable smile painted apon it. "I want to try something new y/n...please?" You nodded already haveing a vague idea of what he was planning. Gently he pushed you back onto the bed and began striping off your shirt and sweatpants as you stripped off his long sleeve shirt and bagy pants. You couldn't tell at first because of how bagy his pants were but he was already hard. He unhooked your bra before tossing it haphazardly to a random spot in the room. He kissed you again, tounge invadeing your mouth as he ground his erection against your clothed sex.

You moaned into the kiss as one of his hands met your breasts, pinching and rolling your hardened bud between his fingers. This time it was L who broke the kiss, leaning back and removeing your panties he opened the box next to you on the bed and dumped out it's contents before tossing it away. The first thing he reached for was the chocolate syrup, popping open the cap and tilting it upside down he drizzled it along your breasts and stomach, a little bit on your thighs. You looked to gorgeous in front of him, dripping with chocolate sauce and arousal.

He leaned down to your chest and pressed a long lick with the flat of his tounge, just above your breast all the way up your neck and to your jaw.

Long firm licks all over your chest collecting the sweet liquid on his tounge before his mouth latched onto your breasts. His skilled tounge sweraling and laping at your harden nipple and chocolate covered skin as his hand came to kneed your other breast. You moaned and gently tugged at his Raven locks as he continued his assault on your chest. Soon he switched sides, licking your other breast clean before doing the same to his now chocolate covered hand.

He moved lower and lower down you body, not missing a single drop as he left wet kisses and kitten licks over your stomach and thights.

Finally he came down to your dripping sex, his warm breath makeing you shudder. Wide and flat his tounge pressed a firm lick over your dripping folds and clit, you moaned out and shuddered. He continued to eat you out like a man starved as his mouth kissed and sucked your clit, tounge running along your sensitive folds tasteing you. You moaned and gasped from the feeling of him pressing further against your puffy clit. Two willowy fingers slid into your pussy and wiggled around ripping a moan from your mouth. His tounge slipped in, writhing and rubing against your walls. Pleasure washed over you as you came, L didn't stop however, wet muscle still inside you and tasteing every part of your sensitive area.

To him you were the sweetest snack and he most certainly wasn't done. Tounge and fingers still inside you, his slender digits started to trace along your soft walls, S-W-E-E-T. Your back arched off the bed and your hands tangled in his black hair. Your legs shaked as you came again. This time l pulled back, rummaging through the various sweets he picked up a container of cake frosting, popping open the lid his slick fingers scooped up a generous amount of the creamy substance before his now frosting covered fingers dipped down and scooped up the slick coating your folds, a little frosting getting slightly smeared on them. He'd get that later. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he licked them clean of the frosting and your cum before dipping his head back down to get anything he missed.

His cock was throbbing and pleading to be stuffed in your over sensitive cunt. He removed his boxers ready to suff himself in you but you stopped him. He was confused for a split second before he realised what you wanted to do. You got off the bed and sat him down where you once were. You licked from the bace of his cock to the flushed red tip, already dripping with bitter precum. His eyes were almost wider than normal answer they stared at your form. You reached over and grabbed the can of wip cream, the pssssssggggggccchhhhhh (cut me some slack) sound from the can was the only sound in the room, you covered almost his entire dick in wipped cream before giveing him a wink.

You licked his cock clean, only a few bits of wipped cream here and there as you took him into your mouth. You bobed your head up and down takeing as much of him as you could, his hands tangled in you (h/c) locks as you gaged around him slightly. His head was thrown back as almost calm moans reverberated through his chest. For once his mind was blank, zooming through cloud 9 as your mouth worked wonders sucking him off. Your mouth left his cock with a wet pop as you grabbed the butterscotch. L watched with bated breath as you opened it, his cock twitched as the thick liquid drizzled down his shaft before you once again took him into your mouth.

He was close as you took him a little further, throat constricting and gagging against him. His hips jolted a little further into your mouth. You could feel him twich in your mouth, tounge sweraling around him and tasteing the sweets you previously put on him. He let out a quiet groan as he came in the back if your throat, you did your best to swallow all the thick and bitter liquid. It wasn't to bad as his cum mixed with the butterscotch slid down your throat. You pulled off of him and licked your lips.

He pulled you on top of him, his back hitting the soft sheets of the bed you shared. He gripped your thighs and ass with sticky hands as lifted you up and onto his cock. He slowly eased you onto his member, dark grey eyes staring as you stretched around him. You leaned and burried your face in his neck, moaning as he bottomed out inside you. He started thrusting upwards and your hips bounced to meet with his each time. The sound of slapping skin and airy moans filled the dark room.

The knot in your stomach started to tighten as your bounceing continued to meet his upward thrusts. His cock dragged against your walls letting you feel every vein as he hit your spongy g-spot. You were nice and tight around him, he could tell you were still sensitive from earlier. His hands gripped your ass and thighs as he kept up his pace. His cock twitched and he felt your pussy squeeze him tight. Spilling over the edge he painted your walls white, your legs shuddering and quakeing as yet another orgasm ripped through you.

Your breathing was heavy as L wrapped his arms around you to hold you in place.

"L... Let go, we gotta clean up, I feel sticky" You said, head still burried in his neck. He let out a long hum before responding. "Yes, I suppose that's right. Alright let's take a bath" You looked up at him and were greated by his warm adorable smile. "Yah, let's go"

The end for now

Ignore that this is wayyyyyyyy of schedule, the next few will probably be hcs because I need to get caught up.

Anyway this was absolute filth.

obsession

L x female bodied reader

desc: L could stay in between your legs for hours

words: 1.1k

warnings: oral (reader receiving) fingering, overstim, teasing, praise, mentions of passing out during sex (none occurs here), hair pulling

even while he’s smothered by your heat, L’s mind is sharp as ever. especially compared to you, who is already fucked out within 15 minutes and two orgasms, which of course led to more teasing from your boyfriend.

he had come home in a mood. it wasn’t often that he became frustrated with the progress of a case, but when he did, it was usually taken out on either his coworkers in the form of anger or you in the form of mind blowing head. of course you can’t complain, but when he’s spreading your legs so far that it burns, it gets annoying.

so, here you are, poor little cunt being invaded by L’s masterful tongue and long, dexterous fingers. having just come down from your second orgasm, you were panting and sweat was surely formed on your hairline. mindless curses fell from your lips as L carried you through your ecstasy, not letting up his pace even a little bit. he always tended to be rough.

he watched as your face gradually unscrewed from the blissed out expression while you came, your mouth now relaxed and opened, your eyes occasionally rolling back into your head. he could feel your legs jerking from the overstimulation, so L took it upon himself to take his fingers from your throbbing heat, instead bringing them to harshly push your hips down. “stay still, y/n, it makes this much easier.”

“c- can’t! L, fuck, can’t, please-“ you couldn’t tell if you wanted more or less, but knew you were going to get more either way. “you can, love. remember the time i made you cum 11 times before you passed out? you’ll be fine for a little more.” he muttered before bringing his face back down into you. as soon as you felt his tongue lightly rub at your clit, your body tensed and jerked in his strong grasp.

he was unrelenting after he got back to work; tongue fucking you while he rutted his hips into the mattress and his hands kneading the fat on your hips and thighs as if he couldn’t get enough. he repeatedly used his grip on you to grind your cunt further into his mouth, drinking down everything it offered to him.

you, meanwhile, were a wreck. drool was collecting itself on your lower lip, threatening to fall down your chin. you tried to relax your legs as best you could, but the constant assault on your clit made it difficult. your fingers were buried in L’s hair for now, but regularly went to clutch at the sheets or anything else you could grab.

L certainly appreciated the sting in his scalp, evident by how he moaned each time your grip tightened. “be good and don’t move too much, okay?” he said, more as a threat to not squirm away from him as he took one hand from your hips to stuff back into your clenching hole. you nodded, although you weren’t sure you could keep the promise.

he entered his middle finger first, which made you gasp out loud. L watched your face closely, studying your reactions. “good, good...” he murmured, stroking his finger in and out in light motions before inserting his ring finger with it. he let you adjust for a moment again before he began a faster pace, and much harder movements.

you were truly trying your best to keep still, feeling your orgasm approaching for the 3rd time. however, as soon as L began curling his fingers inside of you, making them bump right against the puffy tissue of your g-spot. this made your eyes clench shut and your fingers to retreat from your lover’s hair, instead grasping the sheets and your own breasts. L almost chuckled at the display before taking his other hand and harshly grabbing your wrists, pulling them back into his dark hair.

with a few more pumps of his fingers and the way he moaned in time with you, you were cumming. “fuck, L, i’m cumming, fuck, please!” your voice came out in broken phrases and high pitched squeaks as your body trembled violently. your hips jerked up into his touch, your back arching off the bed. you went up onto your shoulders to get a better view of L between your legs, which made your orgasm continue even then. L brought his mouth down desperately to taste your juices, never slowing his fingers as they fucked you through your high. “hm, there you go, love.” he said calmly

his demeanor made you even more restless, the thought of him being so calm and collected while you soaked the sheets underneath you two. L could tell what you were thinking. “hm, you are such a mess, y/n. amazing.” he said into you, eyes falling shut as he continued eating you like he was starving. you doubled over at the feeling of his tongue right after your orgasm, hips bucking up into his mouth. he hummed in delight, pulling his fingers from you once more.

your hole clenched around nothing, feeling empty. L took some mercy on you, pulling himself away from your core for a moment to bring himself up and kiss you messily. you took his tongue into your mouth, tasting your release as the taste invaded your tastebuds. he pulled away after a moment, a string of spit connecting you too. you smiled, dumb off of the pleasure and L. “open, love.” he said quietly, nudging your mouth open with his wet fingers. you opened, sucking your release clean from them. “good.” he said simply, using his other hand to grasp the back of your head.

L strokes your hair, calm and docile like usual. when you glance back up to his face, though, you see the furrow in his brows, signifying that there was still something bothering him. “L? do you wanna talk about what happened?” he said nothing. “L-“

he cut you off by going back down between your legs, a groan leaving his throat as he tasted you again. “just need to taste you, love, don’t worry.” he stated. you cried out as his lips came in contact with you, your hands flying to push at his shoulders “p-please, ‘s too much, L, shit-“ you cried, chest heaving. he didn’t respond or move to dissipate your grip on his shoulders, instead opting to double his efforts until you couldn’t keep the strong hold on him, your arms falling limply to your sides.

he didn’t stop, though, and you figured he wouldn’t until you were crying and begging.

The Room {Jonathan Crane x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2603 Summary: An encounter with Bats leaves Jonathan seeing red - or rather, isn’t jealousy supposed to be green?

You had gone into the medical profession to take care of people. It was something that Gotham sorely needed. But it had turned into a profession nearly as dangerous as being a policeman in this town. Especially at your place of work. Arkham Asylum was far from the safest place in the city, but it was one of the few places where you might be able to do some good. And damn, you were good at your job as a doctor. You didn’t play into any of the things that the patients said unless it was directly to do with their physical health. You didn’t play any of their mind games despite how much they tried. You would give them their medical treatments and then would move onto the next, giving you the reputation of being like a stone. Rock hard exterior that they couldn’t chip away at, which of course caused them to think of it like a challenge. But around your boss and co-workers? You had the sweetest smile that most of them had ever seen. Even if they were used to ones such as The Joker’s and The Riddler’s. It had even caught the attention of the most stony-faced of them all. Jonathan Crane. He’d be looking at you constantly from behind his glasses. His bright blue eyes more fascinating than any of the patients.

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Victorian AU

In which Tommy Shelby is a handsome outlaw posing as a man from the society and he falls in love with a real lady.

Cillian Murphy as Jackson Rippner in Red Eye (2005)

Kiibo, as the other students leave the academy: “Goodbye my only friends.” *examines their shocked/sad faces* “Oh. Did you think I meant you?”

I needed to collect my feelings before drawing this because, what the fuck

Right Where You Want Me - Part 1

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Female Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 3328 Words

Warnings: Minor Violence, Smut (Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Bondage, Biting), Swearing

Summary: After weeks of trying to track Scarecrow, you finally corner him in an abandoned building. Alone, waiting for the police to come, with an unmasked Scarecrow tied up on the floor, your urges get the better of you

Author's Note: So this is new for me. This is the first character outside of PB that I've written for on this blog. I've decided to start taking requests for non Peaky characters that are played by members of the Peaky cast to expand my horizons, and to just give me more characters to work with. Honestly I haven't seen a lot of movies/shows that each actor has done but I've seen a few Cillian Murphy roles. At some point I'll make a list of things I've seen the others in and link it on my pinned post for everyone to see. Obviously this hasn't been requested but I've hit a real bump in the road with requests right now. I hope I can do all of them and I promise I'm not going to just delete everything in my inbox, so if you've sent a request then I will get to it eventually. Anyway, in regards to the actual story, the Reader is a vigilante but I haven't mentioned any powers, abilities, hero name, etc. I wanted to keep it vague because I'm not sure what the Reader will be capable of yet. I usually do a little moodboard for the story with a picture of the person and the title and all that crap, but for non Peaky characters I'm just gonna use a gif of them. I like to use specific colours that I associate with each Peaky character but I tend to pick the same dark colours for a lot of them so if I added even more characters then I'd honestly run out of shades. There will also more parts of this, so look out for those as well!

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9 weeks. 9 fucking weeks you've been tracking down Jonathan Crane. When he managed to escape from Arkham only a week after he was thrown in there, Batman was already too busy with some clown to bother chasing him. He also claimed that you are fully capable of taking down the masked man on your own, and tonight seems to be the night you can finally show him that he's right.

Running through the decrepit building, you take down Crane's thugs as fast as you can, trying not to lose sight of the man as he runs up the stairs. He's managed to escape out fire exits before, and you're determined to not let that happen again. You're lucky none of his henchmen have any of his Fear Toxin on them, otherwise you'd have to waste time keeping your distance to make sure they can't spray you with it.

Once you've knocked out the last one, the sound of a door shutting on the floor above you alerts you to Crane's whereabouts. Grabbing the phone of the unconscious man at your feet, you sprint up the stairwell, pushing through the door you heard Scarecrow go through. At the end of a long hallway, you see yet another door closing, and a hand pulling it closed through the small window that runs from the top of the door to the bottom. You take off, pushing yourself to run even faster than before, slamming the door open and spotting Crane running down yet another hallway.

When he hears the door open, he pauses and looks back at you, his eyes that are visible through his mask just momentarily catch yours, and that falter is enough for you to finally catch up. Seeing you take off running towards him snaps him out of his gaze. He turns and reaches for the nearest door, but as he passes through it, you're right behind him. With a harsh shove, you knock him into the white brick wall across from the doorway, causing a groan to escape him as he slides down to the floor.

Your lungs are burning from the running and fighting, but you don't have time to stop yet. Removing a length of skinny black rope, given to you by Batman, from your belt, you approach the crumpled Scarecrow, who sits up straight against the wall, rolling his neck to relieve any pain. As much as you'd like to do this quickly, you don't want to get sprayed with his Fear Toxin, so instead you move slowly, studying him for any canisters of the vile creation. You're surprised to find none of it on his person, but that makes you sure that he has some up his sleeve.

Knowing it won't be easy to check without getting sprayed at all, you grab the arm closest to you and push the sleeve up, checking for any tubes or containers, but find nothing. You drop his arm, and then realise how close you are to the masked man, crouched in front of him as he watches you. You rip the mask off his head then, and are met with gleaming blue eyes, and a lazy smirk.

"There's nothing up my sleeve, miss. I wouldn't spray a pretty thing like you with my toxin." You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, but don't reply, grabbing the other arm to check up that sleeve too. He's told you the truth, surprisingly. There's nothing dangerous to find up there.

Once you deem yourself safe from his tricks, you pull him forward roughly and begin tying him up, keeping his arms pinned behind him and his hands tied against his back. You make sure the rope is tight around his body, but not so much that it cuts off his circulation. A part of you wonders why he's being so cooperative, but you're too glad to care. Finally, you've caught him.

"It seems like I'm not the first man you've tied up," he pulls at his restraints, but there's barely any give. You scoff.

"Shut up, Crane."

Pushing him back, so he's resting against the wall again, you retrieve the phone you picked up from Crane's henchman that you dropped beside you when you pulled out the rope. You dial the familiar number in and listen to it ring. All it takes is 3 rings for the person to pick up.

"This is Gordon."

"I've got the Scarecrow in an abandoned building in the Narrows. The one closest to the bridge," you tell him in your fake voice. It's the one you put on whenever you speak to someone while hiding behind your vigilante mask.

"We'll be there soon," Gordon replies, "stay with him. There's a traffic jam outside the station."

You resist the urge to sigh, and agree. Once you hang up, you notice that the ex psychiatrist is still staring at you with that damn smirk.

"Now you're talking to other men in front of me?" He asks, coyly, "there's no need to make me jealous, you've got me right where you want me."

"Shut. Up." You repeat through gritted teeth. The man has always had a way of pushing your buttons, but he was once a psychiatrist, so it's no surprise that he's so good at reading you. It's why you also suspect that he's caught onto the way a part of you feels about him, hence the extra flirting tonight.

Most of the nights you two speak, he always has something to say like this. About you two always bumping into each other, or how much attention you give him. It infuriates the logical part of you, but the emotional part is what makes your stomach flutter at his words, and at times, also makes your body heat up with lust. You hate it, you hate him, and yet you're undeniably attracted to him. You don't know if it's because of his handsome face, or his intelligence, or maybe you're attracted to the darkness within him. Why else would you run around the streets at night if you weren't at least a little interested in the dark side of humanity?

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" The doctor's voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you're actually thankful that he's spoken this time. You've learned over the last few weeks that trying to figure out why he has such an effect on you leads you nowhere, as you can't pinpoint what it is about him that does it.

"None of your business, Crane." You may be thankful, but that doesn't mean you're going to show it.

"But I'm a psychiatrist," he reminds you, "and you look troubled. Something you want to get off your chest?"

"Just shut up until the police get here-"

"-But I'm worried about you," he cuts you off, "I can't have Gotham's vigilante sweetheart struggling with her thoughts."

"I'm not struggling with my-"

"-Denial isn't the way to handle it. You're just causing yourself more stress in the long run."

"I'm not stressed-"

"-Then why are you pacing?"

"Will you shut up?!" With all the interruptions, you didn't notice that what he said was true. You have in fact been pacing back and forth in front of him. You stop dead in your tracks, and crouch down to his height, getting right in his face. His smirk softens to a smile, and he looks almost adoringly at you, but you know that's just your imagination.

"Finally," he mutters, "I've got you right where I want you."

A flash of fear runs through you as the possibility of you not spotting a canister of Fear Toxin in his possession crosses your mind, but before you can move away from him, Crane pushes himself forward, and his lips smash against yours.

The kiss is rough, for lack of a better word. Your teeth gnash together, your hands pull his hair, and grab his chin, putting you in control of the kiss that you shouldn't want. But God, now that it's happening, nothing short of lack of oxygen will pull you away from this man. You tug his chocolate locks back, making him groan against your lips. The vibrations from the sound travel right down to your core, awakening a longing in you for some friction.

Before you can think of anything to do about the feeling, however, your lungs burn for air, and reluctantly you pull back, panting. The doctor also pants, looking at you with dazed eyes and parted lips. He looks shocked, as if he wasn't the one who initiated the wild kiss. You breathe deeply together, heads still close and breath mingling between you. It's the only noise in the room, until the fuckers' lips twist into a smile, and he speaks again.

"Well, that calmed you down in one way."

"Is there any way to shut you up?" You snap, your grip on his hair tightening. He winces, but the smile quickly returns.

"You just learned the best way to do it," he quips, infuriating you even more, and yet, your heart rate quickens, and you swing a leg over his lap so that instead of crouching beside him, you're now straddling him, knees resting either side of his thighs. His smile widens, to the point where he's beaming at you, but you press your lips to his again before you can see the look of happiness in his eyes. Your hands grasp the collar of his jacket, pulling him flush against your body as you bite his bottom lip teasingly, then harshly, until he grunts, and you taste blood on your lips.

You pull away to assess the damage you've done to him, and what you see has your core growing wet. His lips are puffy, covered in saliva, and the bottom one has small puncture wounds from your teeth. It bleeds lightly, but the small bit that is there is what turns you on. You choose to ignore how fucked up that must make you, instead shuffling back on his thighs to give your hands enough space to undo the zip on his trousers, fingers brushing against his covered erection lightly, making him groan. When it's down, you don't bother trying to pull his trousers to his thighs, instead you reach into his boxers, feeling his member for the first time.

He's already half hard from your recent actions, and when the tips of your fingers run along the length and wrap around it, he is soon fully erect in your hand. His lips part in a long sigh, and his eyes close as he drinks in the pleasure you give him when you begin rubbing his cock slowly.

"Fuck," he moans, breathlessly, "don’t stop." You're more than happy to keep going. In fact, you even speed up and twist your hand, swipe your thumb over the head, trying all sorts just to see how he reacts to everything you do. Each new trick draws out a louder moan, and your needy cunt practically drips at the sounds. You have to fight with yourself to not start grinding against his thighs, telling yourself that the only pleasure you want from him right now is a quick fuck.

When you start to feel truly desperate, though, Crane starts trying to buck into your hand, and his noises grow more frequent. You know you've got him close to the edge, and that's when you pull your hand away. He almost whines, but a groan slips out instead, and he opens his crystal blue eyes to glare at you playfully, though the calmness in them tells you that he expected that.

"I see you can be cruel when you want to be," Crane remarks.

"Actually, I thought you'd be more interested in what I'm offering you," you quip, and before he can say anything else, you stand up. You're thankful that your vigilante costume is separated between the pants and the top, meaning you don't have to get completely naked for this, you simply need to pull your pants and underwear down far enough for them to not get in the way. Jonathan watches you push them down to your ankles, and you shake off the giddy feeling that pops up at the realisation that this is the first time he's seen your pussy, or any part of you really. This isn't a love making session with a significant other, this is a quickie with a criminal you've spent weeks trying to capture. There's no need for you to complicate the situation even further with your silly emotions.

Once you're uncovered, you sink back down on top of Crane's lap, this time not so far away. Now your chest is brushing against his, but you're still not touching in the way you desperately want to. One look into his eyes shows a hint of smugness, but it's overtaken by need; a need for what you're going to do next.

With the knowledge that he also wants to take this further, you finally feel able to raise yourself up on your knees, with one hand guiding him to your entrance, and sink onto him. A harmony of moans escape the two of you as you take in his whole length, until you're sitting in his lap almost the exact way you were before. He's longer than you expected, and you feel breathless over how far his length is inside you. Because of his size, you have to take a few moments to sit there and adjust. Jonathan, for a man who just had an orgasm ripped away from him, is incredibly patient in letting you take your time and sit there. He watches you carefully, and yet nothing about the stare is unnerving. Instead, it feels reassuring, like he's telling you to take your time and proceed however you like. You might be looking into it too much, but you're appreciative nonetheless.

After a while, you no longer feel uncomfortable with him inside you. Instead, you're overcome with desire, and you lift yourself until only his tip is still inside you, and then quickly sink back down onto him. You bounce up and down on his cock, establishing a quick and rough pace that Crane seems to enjoy, based on the moans that slip through his lips. Trying your best not to show how much you're enjoying this, how much you've craved this for so long, you only allow yourself to breathe heavily and grunt quietly.

As if he too wishes to remain quiet, Crane buries his head in your neck, and when he begins to suck on the hollow of your throat, your rhythm falls apart as a needy whine escapes you. His lips are soft against your skin, as is his tongue. He gently kisses and sucks, but just as you get used to the tender touch, he bites down hard, causing you to cry out in pain, but also pleasure. He pulls back soon after, giving you hope that not much damage has been done, but you know the blood on his lips isn't from the bite you gave him.

"Fucker!" You curse. The mark is above the collar of your top, and it's likely that only a turtleneck will cover it.

"Payback," is his reply, a cheeky grin lighting up his features. You huff and roll your eyes as if you're frustrated, but your walls clench around him at the thought of wearing his mark on your skin for everyone to see. You may just be the worst vigilante in Gotham for this.

Regaining your rhythm, you grind up and down on his cock. This time you make no effort to stay quiet, your moans mixing with those of the man below you. Your thighs begin to burn from the exertion, and with his hands tied behind his back, you can't rely on Crane to help you by holding your waist for support. Instead, you place both of your hands on his shoulders, using them to keep yourself steady and balanced.

Through half lidded eyes, Jonathan watches you ride him. He tries to buck his hips up into you, but unfortunately with how he's tied up, that makes it difficult for him to do. So he chooses to observe you: how your mouth falls open, how your eyes glaze over as your orgasm draws closer and closer. Normally, when the doctor watches you so intently, you're cautious, but right now, as you feel yourself falling apart, knowing that his eyes are on you brings you even closer to the brink.

When you know you're nearly there, one hand leaves his shoulder and reaches down to rub your clit as your hips move faster and faster. Rubbing fast circles against the bundle of nerves, you're soon cumming with a half scream, half moan. You can barely keep moving as you ride Crane through your orgasm. The sensation of your core squeezing his cock is what pushes him over the edge after you. Jonathan cums with a guttural groan, bucking his hips into your pelvis once, twice, a third time, while spilling his seed inside you.

As you come down from what is easily one of the best orgasms you've ever had, your head droops forward, your forehead landing on his shoulder. You shouldn't be holding onto him like this, even after the act you've just committed. A quick mistake made due to overflowing lust and sexual tension is one thing, but post sex cuddling is another. And yet, you can't bring yourself to pull away as you pant into the fabric of his jacket. What makes it even worse is when his cheek rests on top of your head, making the situation feel intimate, as if you two are lovers instead of enemies. He still can't move his hands, but you wonder if he would wrap his arms around you if he could.

Approaching sirens is what breaks the peaceful and confusing moment. Your panting stops, and you tense up, but you don't want to move yet. You raise your head to look Jonathan in the eye, but no words are spoken. When you hear voices downstairs, you know you have to move. No one can know that this happened.

As you let go of Crane's shoulder, though, the man suddenly leans forward, and presses his mouth to yours in a shockingly tender kiss. His lips part yours gently, and though you kiss back, you wait for the sting of his teeth on your bottom lip, but it never comes. He nibbles it instead, pulling it back and letting it snap into place playfully. God, you want the kiss to last forever, but the voices draw closer as the GCPD arrests more of Crane's men. You pull away reluctantly, greeted by his soft smile and pleased look.

You want to go back for more, or even just stay in his lap, but instead, you tuck his member back into his boxers and zip up his trousers, making him look presentable, since he can't do it himself. Then, you push yourself to stand and fix your clothing. Pulling out your grapple gun, also given to you by Batman, you approach an open window. You find yourself looking back at Jonathan one more time as footsteps approach the door. He wears the same smile and his eyes hold the same look. You almost smile back, just as softly, until he speaks again.

"Don't worry. We'll see each other again very soon, Y/N."

Your blood runs cold. How does he know your name? What else does he know? But you can't ask him anything, as the voices and footsteps become louder, clearer. Pulling the trigger that shoots out the wire, the hook lodges itself into the ledge of a nearby building, and just as the door opens, you jump, leaving behind a strangely happy ex psychiatrist and several pleased police officers.

Hello! Not quite sure how this works so I apologize if I’m doing anything wrong, but could I request a Jonathan Crane helping his s/o during the hot weather? Its way too hot right now and I need some fluff with my scary man. Thank you so much!

Jonathan Crane

Hot Weather

Warnings: Heat? Fluff? Tiny bit of smutish? Umm that’s it?

Summary: The Request!

Type: ☁︎

A/N: I love and hate the heat tbh. I went to Vegas and it was HOT. Like I was there for a basketball tournament and no AC just a fan that someone was hogging like bruh!

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He wouldn’t like the heat. But he would help you through it.

Your guy’s air conditioning would be BLASTING at 50-60 degrees no more.

He would make sure your fresh at all times.

Even if you complain about one little thing he’s right on it.

Let’s say you want ice cream but there’s no more, he’ll be back with all your favorites in minutes making sure your all stocked up.

The heat would not stop you to from kissing and hugging.

Let’s be real. You can’t help yourself from turning a but red when his shirt is off.

The room would be cold just so you two can cuddle in peace.

I don’t think he’s the type of person to go to the pool, but if you REALLY wanted to then he would go.

He would def make out in the pool though.

Cold showers together.

Other then that! He’s is the best person to help you through the heat!

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I hoped this was at least ok... if you don’t like it, I’m so sorry! I can do another one for you :) <3

okie here we go! may i please request a jonathan crane imagine where he and reader are talking about their fears and reader says something like "i'm afraid of falling in love with you" and now jonathan is like well heck i wasn't expecting that. feel free to change as you need! thank you!

Ofc! Sorry if this isn’t good :( I was rlly nervous and scared for my first tumblr imagine. Anyways I did my best and hope you like it!!

Jonathan Crane

Unexpected

Warnings: Fears, anxiety, things made up by me (I think) that’s its?

Summary: The request!

Type: ☁︎

A/N: Y’all it’s 2:00am sorry if this this is crap but I’m trying😭

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You were in a apartment near the heart of Gotham City with your longtime friend, Jonathan Crane. Yes he was one of Gotham’s biggest criminal... but you loved being with him. You both knew each other for almost 10 years. Crazy right? Now here you were, in your (actually pretty nice) apartment with Jonathan, sitting on the bed together talking about each other.

“What? No you said your favorite color was purple?!” Jonathan protested.

“It was always red!” I answered back

“Hmm... whatever you say then,” he said smiling at you.

“Hey N/N,” he said.

“Yes Johnny,” I said teasing him.

“Please don’t start with that,” he said playfully annoyed.

“Alright, alright. What is it,” I asked him.

“What is your most greatest fear,” he asked curiously.

Out of all the questions in the world it just had to be the lucky number one, huh? I can just lie... but I’m pretty positive that he’ll know when I’m lying. I mean, he’s caught it before. What makes me think he won’t do it this time?

“Earth to Y/N,” he spoke waving a hand in front of my face making me snap out of my thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh yeah sorry,” I said trying to make myself seem completely focused on him.

“You haven’t answered the question.”

“Oh umm... I don’t have a fear,” I said trying to convince him.

“Your lying and I know it. Why?” he asked me in confusion. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him. I just didn’t want to make myself feel like an idiot.

“Can’t we just skip that question, please?” I asked him softly.

“I- you don’t trust me? Y/N please I won’t make fun of you for anything at all...” he pleaded.

I sighed looking away for a moment then looking back into his eyes. I could see the concern of why I was so afraid to tell him. I was to scared to ruin our relationship.

“Your afraid of me... I knew it,” he said sounding ashamed of himself.

“Wait what? No no no no no no, it’s not you I promise. Scare- wait sorry! I mean Jonathan! No please don’t think that...! I’m so sorry...” I said freaking out a little and putting both of my hands over my nose and mouth. Now he’s gonna think the opposite of what I just said.

“If it’s not me then what is it?” He said sounding quite annoyed.

“I’m just- I’m afraid of falling in love with you...”

Oh my goodness why did I say that? He’s going to think I’m some sort of psychopath!

“I... y/n...” he started.

“No please it’s fine, my fault, I should of never said that at all,” I said about to leave.

“Beautiful, I had loved you since forever ago. Your features and personality are like no other life-form in this universe. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. I love you, so much.”

Wow I wasn’t expecting that at all.

He pulled me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

“I love you Johnathan,” I said softly against the crook of his neck.

“And I love you even more.”