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Anything to Make You... Happy. — Description
' He couldn’t help it, the way he leaned into the contact of the man’s greedy hands. Eyes shut, fingers shaking, hands trapped on either side of his head by nothing more than his lack of will to move them, Jonathan shivered hard against the other man’s body. His trembling lips parted. “P… Please,” he choked out, mind driven by the hypnosis, no longer fighting against it. “Sc… Scare me.”

There was a pause, broken momentarily by a shrill giggle above him. “Scare you?” repeated the Mad Hatter, smiling impishly. “Now how in Wonderland should I do that?” While he spoke, he crooked his fingers, digging the nails into the ex-professor’s back, forcing him to arch upward. He leaned close to Jonathan’s ear, voice lowering. “Go on… tell me… what it is, exactly, that you’re afraid of…”

Crane shuddered and shut his eyes tightly, dizzy from the swirling world of madness around him. He didn’t want to say it. He couldn’t. Nobody should know his fears, no matter how much that knowledge might cause his captor to please him. But he was too weak, and his mind, overwhelmed by the dark Wonderland that surrounded him, was shrieking for release in one way or another.

He was unable to think on his own. The hat Tetch had been so eager to give him blotted out his own control, causing him to surrender the words stuck in his throat. “T… The… The things… f-flying things… I…!”

When he didn’t continue, voice raspy and panting frantically, Jervis sat back up, straddled over Jonathan’s hips, and tilted his head thoughtfully. An eyebrow rose beneath his hairline, and he concentrated. The band in his hat, connected with the band in Crane’s, gave him full access to the man’s senses. Sounds, tastes, touches, and sights were his to manipulate. He watched Crane’s reactions while the world around them darkened considerably. To Jonathan, it appeared that his eyes began to glow orange, his face growing sallow, as if deteriorating into something inhuman. He relieved control over to Crane’s imagination, allowing his fears to materialize in his mind.

“Flying things?” the Hatter asked in a tiny, childlike voice. “Such as…?”

Crane opened his eyes, and once they fixed upon Jervis’s morphing features, he froze, twitching, as if he were unable to look away. “…B-Birds… b-bats…” he whimpered, sounding terrified at the mere mention of the creatures.

For a moment it was silent, and then the Hatter burst out into horrible giggles like some deranged child. “Oh, those flying things!” he chortled, relinquishing control over the hallucinations and teasing his own mental fingers into Crane’s mind, warping his senses. “I thought you meant Jabberwockys, dragons, you know. Gargoyles. Not… birds and bats. Hmm…”

Beneath him, Jonathan sucked in a startled breath as he watched Jervis change. His face was lengthening, nostrils flaring flat against his face; his large ears were becoming even larger, stretching out thin and pointed on either side of his hat. The familiar blue coat rustled, shivered, and then melted into the Hatter’s body, which was dulling into a sickly gray hue. He gasped as suddenly two enormous, gray wings exploded from Tetch’s back, a grotesque combination of a bird’s wings on a bat’s. Jonathan’s eyes bulged and he began to tremble something furious, squirming against the table, struggling as though to get away.

“You’re such a curious scarecrow,” murmured the Hatter in a hideously deformed voice that was no longer reminiscent of his usual simper. “Do the birds scare you more than you scare them?”

Jonathan’s only response was to let his jaw quaver open and swallow hard, uttering an odd choking noise in the back of his throat, as though fighting the urge to scream.

Through the mind control, Jervis forced his own appearance into Crane’s thoughts, so he’d still bear a passing resemblance to the man he ‘used to be’ in Jonathan’s warped eyes. He’d keep his hat – he needed it of course – but he also kept details about himself present. After all, if he wanted to scare his little Jonny, he’d want it to be HE that scares him, not some completely illusionary fantasy that would fade after a time. How odd that Jonny should picture such a monster! Of all the things… well, he supposed it wasn’t the monster itself, but what it was made of, that caused the tremors in Crane’s shoulders, the nervous wracking of his lanky frame.

He leaned down over his Jonny, reveling in how Crane struggled harder, shaking more violently when he neared his face. Jervis grinned at Jonathan with newly-imagined, murderous fangs, his eyes glowing red in the bleak darkness around them. His wings beat a few times against the air, as if signaling triumph over the terrified man’s psyche.

“Is this better?” he chuckled.

Crane could only stare intensely, never looking away, quaking, nearly hyperventilating for how rapidly he was breathing. However, Jervis got his response when his pale face flushed and a jerking shiver raked through his body, causing him to grow noticeably hard against the Hatter-creature’s pants. '
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, HAVE SOME RAPE.

this was a roleplay betwixt the Nikki and myself, she as Craney, me as crazy ol' Jervy.. what happened is that Jervis got a hold of Jonny and put him under heavy hypnosis and mind control via drugged tea and a new scarecrow hat. then things get dirty and freaky when this happens, all due to the fact Crane's fetish is being afraid.

don't try to defend it, it makes perfect sense.