#Gotham scarecrow x reader

[madame-fear]

FLUFF/SMUT PROMPTS & SCENARIOS

hello all !! 💖 so, since requests are open, i had to make 90+ (might edit and make more) prompts and scenarios in case you'd like to use them when requesting c: if you're going to use them when requesting, i'd highly appreciate if you also gave me a small insight on what plot you'd like/had in mind for the request/prompt/scenario.

i believe there are some that might not be fully original because i'm not entirely sure if i imagined them, or read them somewhere and it stuck to my mind and i don't remember where & when i read it; so if you see a non-original prompt/scenario, feel free to tell me so and i'll delete it!

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💖 — last updated : 06 / 12 / 22

anyways! on to the prompts and scenarios :

1. “you have no idea how badly i need you.”

2. “jealous? who, me? impossible” *is actually seething with rage & jealousy*

3. catching [character] staring at you, and they immediatly look away blushing when you notice them.

4. “hold your breath, we'll be just fine.”

5. “you're so, so stupid, and so incredibly blind to not see it.” “see what?” “that i'm so in love with you, for gods sake!”

6. “would you fancy to sleep with me tonight, in my bed?” “only if we cuddle.”

7. [character] wakes up breathing heavily from a nightmare, and you soothe them by bringing them to your chest, and whispering sweet things to their ear while your hand caresses their hair.

8. “i saw this and i thought of you.”

9. “what would i do without you?”

10. “shut up and love me.”

11. “i love you so so much, you're my sun and stars, but if you don't reciprocate i understa–” “i love you too” you reply. “well, i hope we can at least be frie– wait, WHAT??? You love me back??? oh my–”

12. “i wish i could gift you the sun, the stars, the moon, and all the planets that exist.”

13. “what are you doing in my room?” “oh, you mean, our room?”

14. tracing [character]'s features while they sleep, and vice versa.

15. “you look lovely today. May i have this dance with you?”

16. “i am head over heels for you, and you deserve to know... i can't hide it anymore. I. Love. You.”

17. intense kissing session while cuddling, and getting caught by someone.

18. “your eyes shine when you smile. I love it.”

19. “gods, your lips are so sweet. Please kiss me again?”

20. goofily smiling in between kisses.

21. goofily smiling in your very first kiss.

22. “are you certain you want to do this? i mean, i don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

23. “and who are you to tell me who i can and can't be with?” “i'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.”

24. [character] slightly tilting your chin to make you look up at them when you lower your gaze out of shyness.

25. doing flower crowns for each other.

26. “you look pretty when you blush. Do it more often.”

27. “if only you knew the effect you have on me.”

28. “please, don't ever leave me alone. I could never stand being far away from you, my love.”

29. “i could smooch all your pretty little face right now.”

30. playfully wiping away their kiss, and getting tackled with more kisses by them.

31. “if only you saw yourself the way i see you... such a pretty angel on earth.”

32. “you occupy every single thought in my head, and every single dream.”

33. “i know this sounds strange, but you smell really good. You smell of... raspberry and citrus.”

34. taking care of [character] when sick, but they're so touch starved for you end up cuddling on bed together, but you end up sick as well.

35. Same as prompt 34, but vice versa: [character] takes care of you when sick, but since you end up cuddling and kissing on bed together they become sick as well.

36. “kiss me again. I dare you.”

37. teasing looks with each other in public. As soon as you're all by yourselves, you both fall into an intense, loving makeout session.

38. “is that... my shirt that you're wearing?”

39. “stay in bed a little bit more with me, please...”

40. “you're so distracting... i love that.”

41. “i don't think i'll ever let go of you.” *while cuddling*

42. “your hair is so silky. Can i braid it?”

43. “i will always be by your side, no matter what.”

44. [character] playing with your hair, occasionally twirling a strand around their finger.

45. [character] warming you up with a cloth of theirs when they notice you're cold.

46. “you're cold! i can see you shivering – here, have this. You'll feel warmer.”

47. “as long as i am by your side, nothing nor no one will possibly hurt you. I'll fight for you till my last day, i promise.”

48. singing/humming/reading to each other before sleeping. [ a/n : if you'll request something for this, specify whether you want the reader or character to sing, hum, or read. ]

49. “you're voice is like honey to me. Please, don't stop.”

50. “i don't recall asking you to stop. Keep kissing me.”

51. [character] get jealous because they think someone is flirting with you, but it's actually a relative they didn't know about and the two of you have re-encountered with each other after a long time.

52. “gods, you're such an idiot.” “and yet, you still love me that way.”

53. “the different shades of colours in your eyes are hypnotising.”

54. “have i told you how perfect you look?”

55. “you deserve the world.”

56. being reassured by [character] that they love you just the way you are when you show signs/tell them about your insecurities.

57. “you're perfect just the way you are, my princess, and you'll always be.”

58. “who told you that? I'll fight them.”

59. “you don't need to change nothing for no one. I love every small thing about you, and every inch of your precious being.”

60. “i will vow my life to you, my Queen.”

61. “let's run away together: leave all of this behind, and make a new life where it's only the two of us.”

62. “the sun is getting jealous about you, by the way you so brightly shine.”

63. “have i told you to stop? no. Keep going.”

64. “oh, no! your hands are so cold! here, let me warm you.” *[character] warms your hands with theirs*

65. “oh, thank god– my family likes you!”

66. “i know i make you nervous. Don't try to hide it. Say it.”

67. [character] accidentally calls you a dearly nickname (love, sweetheart, princess, etc) and realises what they've done when you blush and giggle at it. Ends in a love confession.

68. “come dance with me under the rain!”

69. desperate, needy and forgiving kisses with [character] after a bad argument/fighting.

70. “who hurt you? i'll fight the hell out of them.”

71. hugs from behind when you're distracted. Ends with makeout and cuddling session.

72. “you live in my head, and heart! yet you can't see that?”

73. friends to lovers situation. Getting hit with realisation that they're enamoured with you when [character] sees you laughing at someone else's joke, or flirting. Ends in love confession, too.

74. “oh my god– are you... jealous?”

75. “jealous? no, just curious.” *with clenching jaw, in between teeth*

76. “you're my first, and last. Thank you for all the love, i appreciate it, my sweetling.”

77. “don't cry, please. I hate seeing you this way– i'm here for you, and i'll always be.”

78. “you're so... breathtaking.”

79. “are you comfortable with this? i mean– i'd hate making you feel uncomfortable, or forcing you to do something you don't want.”

80. [character] giving you knuckle, hand, and palm kissing.

81. [character]'s family/friends/relatives notice the mutual crushing you have going on, but since you're too scared of doing anything, they set the two of you until you confess.

82. “i've realised, i'm slowly falling for you... and it's painful. So, so painful.”

83. “you should've said it earlier, idiot. I love you too, can't you see?”

84. star gazing with [character]

85. “the stars are pretty tonight... but you're prettier.”

86. “you're stunning. I'm so lucky to have you.”

87. “show me, then.” “show you what?” “you just said you loved me, didn't you? Prove it, and come kiss me.”

88. “did you really just buy me... [insert gift] (specify when requesting)? Oh my– thank you! You shouldn't have.”

89. “gods, you're going to be the death of my with all this... love smothering.”

90. “but they like you, [name]!” “oh, they like me? Too bad, i am so in love with you, and no one can compare to you.”

91. “please...” “please what, love? tell me what you want, angel.” [ for smut ]

92. “tonight, i'm yours... i'll be at your mercy.” [ for smut ]

93. “sometimes i can't help but wonder, if being so pretty hurts?”

94. “oh, fuck me.” “ok, when?”

95. “promise me you'll be more careful next time, alright?” [ please specify scenario for request ]

96. “you drive me so fucking crazy. i want you... now.” [ for smut ]

97. “i would kill, and get killed for you, my love.”

98. [character] randomly picking you up from the floor, carrying you bridal style to their room, and throwing you to their bed just because they're needy for your cuddles.

99. “you're such a needy, good girl, aren't you?” [ for smut ]

100. [character] sees you crying, and holds you in their arms as you cry on their chest and they whisper sweet things until you calm down. Ends in cuddling, and lots of fluff.

101. “you're such a dork.” “yeah, but i'm your dork.”

102. talking with [character] about dreams, and they accidentally confess they dream about you often. Ends in love confession.

103. [character] sees you being nice to little children and how much they adore you, and they can't help but daydream about those kids being your own. Ends with both of you talking about starting a family together.

104. “oh, fuck- we should be quieter, otherwise they're going to hear us!” “let them hear, love. i want them to know you're mine, and only mine.” [ for smut ]

105. “i shouldn't have touched you in such inappropiate way, i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-” “shut up, and keep going. i've been waiting for this for a long time.” [ for smut + fluff ]

106. “you look so pretty when you're wet.” [ for smut ]

107. “please, sing me a song, love. i can't sleep.”

108. “you're doomed to be my pillow now, for the rest of my living days.”

109. “did you... cancel all your plans just to be with me???”

110. you call [character] – your life time best friend – an endearing nickname for the first time, and then they realise they're slowly falling in love with you.

111. “i think... i love you. I love you like i never loved anyone else before in my life.”

112. “has anybody ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” [ specify who says this to whom if possible ]

113. “i think it's getting hot in here.” “you think?”

114. flashing teasing winks and smiles once you find out [character] has a crush on you.

115. a relative of [character] confesses that [character] loves you because they're too shy to do so... while [character] is witnessing the moment.

[strawberrybyers]

being a slut and mentally ill means i’d do really well as a patient in arkham asylum

[amomentsescape]

can you do soft headcanons with the J squad, please?

Soft! Headcanons with the J Squad

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Jonathan Crane x Reader

Jervis Tetch x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Jonathan and Jervis, so I hope this came out to your liking!

Jerome Valeska

He's one of those guys that truly doesn't care what he does in front of people, or what others think of him

Do you want to cuddle up against him in front of everyone?

He'll proudly hold you in his arms

You want to plant kisses all over his face just because?

He happily smiles through them all

Whatever you want, he'll give you

Doesn't matter when or where

And this doesn't change in private either

He loves physical touch, so you're up against his side about 23 hours out of the day

He's also clingy in his own way too

You're using the bathroom?

He just walks right in, no shame

You're getting dressed?

Oh, let him help you with that

He might not admit it, but he likes having eyes on you every minute of every day

As happy as he acts all the time, he does really worry about you

You're a huge part of what keeps him going

Without you, he literally has no humanity left

Jonathan Crane

You are basically his life line

When the nightmares become too much, he grabs ahold of you to reassure himself that he's not alone

When you aren't around, he doesn't eat, doesn't drink, and finds himself engulfed in utter terror

He actually needs you

Even if he wants a bit of space, he needs you in the room with him so he has something he knows is real

During the good days, he's very attentive to you

He enjoys being cuddled up next to you, listening to you talk about random stuff

He also likes when you play with his hands

Physical touch can sometimes be overwhelming for him, but just the softest feeling of your fingers against his helps ground him

There are some moments where he hides himself from you

He's so afraid that he'll hurt you or something will come and take you away from him

But each time, you're there to coax him out of that darkness with a gentle smile and a reassuring voice

He knows deep down that he'll always be able to count on you

Jervis Tetch

He enjoys having a routine with you

Each morning you get up together and have breakfast

In the afternoon, you both share tea and pastries

And at night, you both put on colorful matching pajamas while you read to him

He just really enjoys affectionate time with you

Your arm wrapped in his, the occasional kiss on the cheek or hand, and being entangled in each other's embrace every night during bed

Whenever he has a nightmare about his sister or finds himself going too mad, he seeks you out

You're able to bring him back better than anyone else

He likes to bring home lavish clothing for you to wear

One of his favorite things is playing dress up and watching you try on all the stuff he's gotten for you

And if there's one outfit he finds especially pleasing, he'll take you in his arms and sway you around to whatever song pops in his head

During his low moments, he'll lay against you and ask you to tell him a story

It doesn't really matter what it is, he just enjoys hearing your voice and feeling your chest vibrate against his ear

[angelofthenight]

Jervis: we have to think! what would Jerome and (y/n) do in this situation?

Jonathan: you want us to make sex jokes?

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

PLATONIC! J-SQUAD X CHILD READER (HEADCANNONS)

Warnings ⚠️: IMPLIED CHILD ABUSE, METIONS OF MURDER, ACTUAL MURDER, HYPNOTISM, THREATS, KIDNAPPING, POSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, IMPLIED USE OF FEAR TOXIN

JEROME VALESKA:

Welp, good luck, my friend

- You would be one of his hostages who he was planning to kill. Patiently waiting your turn for your fun death. You had an abusive / less than kind family member with you at the time who had forced you to go there.

- When realizing that you two two were a little family unit, he decides to amuse himself a little.

- " Hey, hey you!" He would yell at one of his goons. " Tye them up to that uhhhh. . . That spinning wheel thing. And bring the kid over to me."

- Tying your family member up, Jerome places one of three throwing daggers in your hand( crowching down if you're small) while kind of just coaching you on how to throw them.

- What a surprise for him when not only do you do it without hesitation, but with a small smile on your face.

- That's when he goes, " Alright, change of plans, I like this kid." And immediately takes you under his wing

- There is never a dull moment with this man. There are plenty of bloody and horrific ones, sure. But never dull.

- Will make you kill the rest of your family members or do it himself if you can't. You're his now, and he doesn't need anyone trying to get in the way of that or distracting you.

- Sees himself as more of a mentor figure to you rather than an actual parent. But if you do end up calling him dad, he's not complaining.

- Takes you along with him for many of his usual, murderous antics. No matter how old you are, even if you are on the much younger side. "Best to teach them young," He would say.

- Praises you a lot whenever you decided to join in on the fun and always makes either his goons or his hostages cheer for you.

-If you're more on the socially anxious side, he'll try to put you in the spotlight less often and leave your killings as just some private family bonding time.

- This man CANNOT cook. He would burn whatever place he was staying out down to the ground if he tried.

- Gives you a lot of freedom to have fun and do whatever, but don't think that means you're allowed to leave or disobey him. You're still his protégé and need to listen to what he says.

- If you are on the younger side, that list of freedoms would be much shorter.

- He would want you around his vicinity or next to him and would make some of his goons keep an eye on you if he was busy with something.

- Lots of physical affection and inside jokes from this guy.

- All in all: Getting a child wasn't something Jerome had on his bucket list. But he's not really complaining.

JERVIS TETCH:

- To say this man is obsessive is the understatement of the century

- Spots you in the crowd at one of his performances and chooses you as his willing participant

- You might as well forget your parents now, because he'll have already hypnotized them to walk into traffic or jump off a building.

- Unlike the other two, Jervis will expect for you to see him as your dad.

- Will plan extravagant teaparties with all your favorite teas and sweets. And if you're not a sweets kind of person, then he'll put out more savory stuff like sandwiches as soupes.

- Hope you like fancy outfits, because you'll be wearing a lot of them. But don't worry, he'll try to find some that you're comfortable in.

- Doesn't give you a whole lot of freedom. Especially if you're on the much younger side.

- He'll also just randomly picks you up and carry you around with him if you're small enough for him to do so.

- Will not hesitate to hypnotize you and tie you up if he feels it is necessary. So you nest behave

- Usually reads bedtime stories to you, no matter how old you are.

- In conclusion, this man is obsessive and delusional. So just sit back, relax, and let your new papa take care of you.

JONATHAN CRANE:

-Well, this is rather unexpected. He never really saw himself taking care of a child

- He met you at Arkham: His cell next to yours. And you two would talk through the walls whenever a day was especially boring.

- After a while, he warmed up rather well to you. He starts to see you more as family in a way and immediately gets you out of your cell when a breakout in the asylum starts.

- Keeps you far away from your previous family members if you have any. He wouldn't kill them the first time per-say, just . . . Scare them away.

- The second time, he would be much less merciful. They had their chance and should have listened.

- He doesn't let you get too close to him when he's working on his projects in fear of you accidently getting hurt. But if you're an older teenager, he would ask if you would like to try and face your fears.

- He wouldn't force anything, though.

- You see him more as an older brother type figure rather than a parental one.

- Agian, if you are older, he doesn't really let you participate in his antics and usually lets you stay home if he trusts you. But will just bring you along to watch if you're much younger.

- A decent cook all things considered. Not the best by any means, but at least it's not a burt piece of charcoal.

- Will sit and talk with you whenever you need it. He's a pretty good listener.

- He can also get really protective a times, no matter what age you are, and will not hesitate to fear gas somebody.

- Not the best when it comes to physical affection. But will give you some if you want it.

- Although you entering his life was unexpected. Jonathan has found himself enjoying your company a lot more than he ever thought he would. It's probably the only thing good that ever came from being trapped in arkham.

[batman-dc-imagines]

Hi!!!! May I please request the J squad (Gotham) separately with a reader who works at the police office and is kinda like their inside mole? Like they let them know plans to catch them and are also always willing to help them escape and stuff? THANK YOU ❤️

A/N: All jobs are associated with the GCPD. Slite nsfw on Jerome's end.

Gotham!Jerome Valeska

Job: Police Officer

Oh you little tattletale.

He’s not too surprised by your efforts in trying to keep him from getting caught.

Hell practically half if not most of his followers are or used to be coppers before joining him.

You’re no exception.

Expect to get anonymous calls from him talking and asking about anything other than any more information on Gordon being on his tail or big plans the precinct has been working toward.

For example, one day he called you while on shift to just say, “When are ya gettin’ off cop doody?”.

He has a printed and digital copy of your work schedule.

As we see in Season 4,he has complete control over Arkhams guards and prisoners, even saying that he wants to make a show of his escape, further displaying the extent of his 'showman complex'.

 For the sake of the prompt, if he had any minor inconveniences with his little escape he wouldn’t turn down you assisting him in his plans.

Though do keep in mind his showman complex and that unless you want to be discovered as a traitor, you’ll need to discuss with him a plan where you won’t be seen as an accomplice.

He’ll leave little gifts for you on your desk mostly to show his appreciation for all that you’ve done for him.

How he gets them there, you’re not too sure.

If you don't care for his gifts, he'll offer other ways to show his appreciation. (I'm winking under the eyepatch)

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Job: Doctor

“Twinkle, twinkle, pretty doctor, how I long to unlock her. In this asylum, you shine with smite, but in my heart, you are my light.” (Yes, this is similar to him and Lee’s interaction.)

When he got sent to Arkham, there wasn’t much he was looking forward to.

Except getting back out on Gotham streets and getting revenge on James Gordon.

But when he meets you? Now there’s something to look forward to.

Once he realizes you’re on his side and help him escape the first time, expect to hear from him often.

Quite often in fact.

When he gets sent to Arkham a second time, doctor visits and check ups are a lot more fun now.

It’s like two kids in kindergarten, passing secret notes to one another while the teacher isn’t looking.

Some being about a plan for his escape while others are all laughs and giggles.

He is a gentleman when it comes to showing his gratitude for your assistance.

That is if he likes you of course.

Gotham!Jonathan Crane

Job: Forensic science technician

When you first met, Jonathan didn’t trust you.

In fact he hated you.

Anyone associated with the GCPD and Jim Gordon, he hated.

He blamed you all for the death of his father.

It took a bit of time and patience for him to fully trust you.

Even when you started becoming a full time mole for him, he still kept you at an arms length.

No matter how often you’d update him on the GCPD and their plans, or Jim Gordon’s whereabouts, he’d just give a vague form of acknowledgment or confirmation in your words.

The only reason he started to put his whole trust in you was when you started showing interest in his experiments.

Especially his toxin.

He starts enjoying your company more when you start helping him perfect his toxin.

You both find out it comes in handy that you’re able to get information on your former colleagues' fears without any suspicion.

He’s able to find weak points in practically every police officer in the precinct.

He starts showing his gratitude for your help later on.

Though he does tend to act vague about it.

[acapelladitty]

Greasing The Wheels: Part Two

Pairing: Riddler/Reader/Scarecrow

Word Count: 6.5k

Part One available HERE

Summary: After the 'success' of your first meeting with Crane, Edward arranges another meeting as he allows the mad scientist free use of your body and soul.

(warnings: threesome, deepthroating, whipping, double penetration, rough sex, exhibitionism, bdsm dynamics, anal sex, crying, orgasm, cum marking, punishment)

As always, Edward’s instructions were as clear as day and delivered in such a way that even the simplest of minds could comprehend them as your eyes flick over the scrawled note which awaited you atop his favourite chair.

Your role is to do whatever is asked of you. You will service Crane as a makeshift cleaner, doing what you can to improve his working space, while also fulfilling any other service which he may require of you. You are expected to do so with enthusiasm and skill, using your prior knowledge of what Crane likes to ensure that he enjoys you.

Failure to meet any of these very basic requirements will result in punishment and Crane and I have very different approaches to administering discipline. We have discussed your enjoyment of our previous meeting and Crane has expressed a clear desire to test you with elements of his toxin. Disappoint or embarrass me and I will be forced to indulge him.

All our usual rules apply, and Crane is aware of both your limits and your safeword.

Preparations were quick to follow.

You were meticulous in your routine as every inch of your body found itself treated to some form of treatment, be it an exfoliation or a shave, and your makeup was kept simple to enhance your natural features. It was Edward’s preference and on nights like this, when the game was the focus of your fun, it was your pleasure to indulge him.

Edward observed the results, as he always did, and he seemed pleased with your efforts if the slight warmth in his gaze and wandering hands was anything to go by.

“Pretty little thing.” He murmured, running his fingers across the loose white shirt which tucked into the short skirt that hung to just above your knee. “Do you remember your role?”

“Yes, sir.” You answer and the title earns you an approving nod as he pulls his goggles free of his hairline and deposits them at the side.

“Excellent. I will be working on the finishing touches for Crane’s new customised leg brace so my presence will be mixed. He is aware of my hard rules and, should he disrespect them, you are permitted to call for me and seek out my support. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do well and we’ll see about a special reward.” Edward leered, not bothering to hide the slight tent in his slacks as he brushed his groin against your hip.

“One that I’ll like?” You ask, batting your lashes as you tilt your head at him.

The question nets a chuckle as his fingers trace along your jawline.

“For a little while, yes.”

x-x-x-x-x

The abandoned farmhouse which Edward revealed as Crane’s hideout was surprisingly imposing as it loomed ahead on the short drive. Edward, one hand on the wheel and the other alternating between the gearstick and your thigh, did not seem the slightest bit intimidated as he quickly dragged the car up the dirt path and switched the engine off.

A nervous energy, one borne of your previous encounter with Crane plus the promise of what lay ahead, made your body shiver as your hands flexed against your legs.

“Are you incompetent?”

The question catches you by surprise, making you start a little as your head snaps towards Edward - only to find him staring at you intently.

“I’m not sur-”

“Are you incompetent?” Edward repeated, cutting you off with a harsh voice.

Meeting his gaze as you often did, you shake your head softly.

“No, sir.”

“Then you will be fine. You have your instructions and your safety net.”

Now nodding in agreement, you slip from the car and try to ignore the slight dampness of your underwear and the shameful way in which your anxiety only seems to make it worse.

The house is unlocked, and Edward is quick to sweep you through the main floor as he leads you through to the main living space. It is an odd sort of house with many of the furnishings and trappings missing, replaced with unmarked boxes and scientific looking equipment which meant nothing to you. Eventually though, your gawking ceases as Edward turns a corner and brings you face to face with Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow himself.

Clearly in his main workspace, a large desk sat surrounded by various notepads and stacks of books which were clearly used often. A slightly smaller desk lay attached to the larger one and this was covered with beakers and mixed bottles of coloured liquids.

Crane himself stood in full costume; his patchwork costume and mobility aids as familiar as ever as the majority of his face lay hidden away by both his mask and the shadows of his hood.

A traitorous stab of arousal lances through you as you meet his milky gaze once more.

“Good evening, Doctor Crane.” Lowering your head in greeting, your voice is slightly higher than usual and the cadence of it doesn’t go amiss as a slight smirk tugs at the corners of Edward’s lips.

“Crane.” Edward offers, nodding only once.

“Nygma.” Jonathan answers in kind. “And his little pet. How delightful. Does she know of our arrangement?”

Heat tickles at your cheeks as both men speak of you as if you were not there.

“Yes. She knows the role she is to fill as we work.”

“Good. Come here, dear.”

Moving forward on legs which feel unsteady, you take the few steps necessary to stand before him and your neck tilts up to meet his impressive height.

“And what do you think of our little arrangement? I don’t imagine your master asked your thoughts before he traded you like a whore.” Heat pooling between your thighs, your arms remain submissively pinned to your side as his thin hands move to ghost along your body, teasing the edge of the shirt.

“He told me what was expected and it’s not my place to question it, Sir.”

Crane’s cold fingers trace over the soft bruises which have only just started to fade on your exposed collarbone, his fingertips matching up to the evidence of your activities with Edward earlier in the week. “Masochism suits you, little toy. Tell me, at what point do those masochistic tendencies fall into true suffering? When your master punishes you? Roughly fucks you? When you disappoint him?”

“If I disappoint him then I deserve to be punished.” You answer with a demure smile, feeling the burn of Edward’s eyes on the back on your skull. “He’s brilliant and he always knows what’s best for me.”

“Even when he punishes you to the point where tears are streaming, and you feel ready to break? To shatter into pieces like fragile glass?”

“Especially then.” You pause before adding a hasty. “Sir.”

It’s a cheeky response and it does not go unnoticed as yet another small chuckle pulls free of Edward’s unseen lips and Crane’s eyes darken, dilating almost imperceptibly.

“Your little rabbit has fire.” Crane comments, eyes casting over to Edward as he disregards you completely. “Do you lack the discipline to truly snuff it out?”

“A broken toy has no appeal.”

“Hmm, yes. For once, we agree.”

And with that Crane took a step back and you found yourself dismissed as both men took their leave to head over to one of the sprawling tables. Remembering Edward’s earlier information, you turn in place and head back to the kitchen which you had spotted earlier, knowing that the items you need will be found there.

Sure enough, sitting atop one of the wooden kitchen units lies a plastic bucket surrounded by two or three various cleaning products plus a fresh pack of cloths. A touch of humiliation plays across your skin as your role for the evening truly sets in and you are quick to fill the plastic bucket with hot water from the nearby tap before adding some cleanser.

Your clothing isn’t designed for such a cool building and you shiver as a breeze curls around your exposed legs, piercing through your shirt and making your nipples press against the fabric as they peak. In response, you drop to the floor and start your tasks as you dip one of the cloths into the cleaning mixture and swipe it across the floor.

It comes away with some dirt but not as much as you would have expected given the general state of the house and a firm determination to do as well as you can settles in your mind. Edward wouldn’t allow any less and the promise of a reward was as deliciously tempting as ever.

Scrubbing away at the floor with a rhythmic motion time loses meaning until a soft creak of the wood behind you causes a startle that makes the brush fall from your hand. Attempting to turn in position, you find your movements halted by a rough hand gripping the back of your neck in such a way that you freeze in instant panic.

Little more than a creature clamped between wolves’ teeth.

"Do not stop working. No matter what."

Cold words with an unspoken threat, instantly recognisable as the deep tenor of Crane, wash over you and you nod out your understanding - a tight, anticipatory feeling settling in your gut.

"Speak, little rabbit. I trust your narcissistic master hadn't robbed you of your tongue yet."

"Yes, Dr. Crane, sir." You stammer out as your hand seals around the fallen brush to pick it up once more. Always following instructions.

Like a good girl should.

Your skirt is flung unceremoniously over your lower back to expose your entire lower half to his sight. A heated flush paints its way down your face and neck as you maintain slow circles of the brush while remaining on your knees.

His fingers are quick to brush over your skin, a feather light touch which draws a sigh from your lips until it forms into a light squeal as he brings his hand down hard on your defenceless ass. The loud crack of the connection breaks through the air like lightning and is instantly followed by a spreading heat that warms your cunt and sends a shiver down your spine.

"Don't. Stop." Two words punctuated by growls as he sinks two fingers viciously into your cunt, the digits using the thankful wetness there to sink up to the knuckle without much resistance. It's not a gentle touch, his fingers clearly testing your readiness rather than providing it, but the calloused skin and slight fullness feels like a delicious warning of what is to come.

His grip is brutal, hand digging into the flesh of your hips as you hear the slight squeak of his mechanical brace as he drops heavily on one knee to the floor. Arching your back, you raise your ass as you were expected to do - the position uncomfortable as you now support yourself mainly on the one hand which is not scrubbing away at the floor.

The sensation of his velvety cockhead brushed against your slit, seeking out the warm hole he viewed you as. The side of his curled hand brushes against your cunt as he angles himself carefully before thrusting himself within you in one sharp movement.

A yelp snaps free of your lips, pleasure lanced with a discomforting pain at his sudden intrusion making your walls spasm around him as your knees jerk against the floor. His breathing is heavy, interspersed with low grunts, as he gives himself a moment to enjoy the tightness of your hole as you clench around him.

It doesn't last, and he immediately sets himself off on a cruel pace; his hips slamming against your ass as he drives himself hard against your body, every thrust sparking a dull, aching pain as the very tip of his cock bounces off your cervix. The onslaught leaves you breathless, discomfort making tears well in your eyes as you cling to the warm pleasure which steadily builds around it.

"You take it so well." Crane snarls. "A trained whore, fulfilling her only purpose."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to use you as I see fit and when I'm ready to provide you the reward you've worked so hard for, you'll take every drop."

Shaking your head in a frantic nod, you cry out as a harsh hand tugs as your hair - yanking it back with such a ferocious grasp that your scalp burns as your head stretches back in such a way that your neck is fully exposed.

"Verbal answers only, little toy."

"Yes! Yes, sir. I understand." You babble out, the words strained by your taut neck before adding. "Thank you."

You can almost hear his smirk at the add-on as he resumes his brutal pace, his cock giving no quarter as the length of it reams you out. He was definitely longer than Edward but not as thick and the difference in size was surprising and unfamiliar.

Before long, his grunts grew more erratic, and his grip of your hips tightened to the point where you were certain that small rounded bruises would decorate the spot in the coming days. Without any warning, aside from a wicked thrust which slammed his cock against your cervix one final time, you felt the heat of his release as it burned you from the inside out.

Turned on but nowhere near your own peak, a whine of frustration slips free of your lips as you clench around him determined to milk out whatever pleasure you could. Sensing your intentions, Crane pulls free of you with a lurid wet noise which sparks a fresh blush across your cheeks. His hand gropes at your ass roughly, caressing and squeezing the skin painfully as he inspects your wrecked hole and the mess there.

"Turn." He commands, his tone low yet satisfied as he enjoyed the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

Following his intention, you keep the brush tight in hand as you shuffle around on your knees.

"Clean me, whore. Every inch." His hand is wrapped delicately around the base of his cock, his pinkie pressing against the thick patch of dark pubic hair which covers the skin there. "Miss even a millimetre and I'll take a switch to you so harshly that your master will have a hard time fixing the damage."

Shuddering at the threat, you dip your mouth forward and take his cock between your lips. The immediate taste of your own juices mixed with his release hits your tongue and it isn't the worst thing ever so you hum contentedly as you set your tongue to quick work; curling around his length and slurping along the shaft as you clean him diligently.

"I'll be using this cunt again before you leave."

You pull free of his cock to reply as a flush overtakes your cheeks at the unexpected vulgarity. "Yes, sir."

And without sparing a second glance in your direction, Crane tucks his wet cock back in his slacks, turns on his heel and disappears back through to the main workroom. His release trickling free of your abused cunt, you cup your hand across your sex and enjoy the heat of the skin against your palm. Your clit throbs beneath the heel of your hand and the temptation to grind into it is wicked.

Approaching footsteps make you flinch, and you quickly snatch your hand away and return to work, pulling your skirt from your back to its original state before rapidly wiping messy circles across a fresh patch of flooring.

“Working hard, pet? Good. I expect no less.”

Warmth alights in your chest as you look up to see Edward looming over your prone position. His dark slacks have an obvious bulge, and you crawl towards him obediently and without insistence, hands fumbling with his zipper to release his cock as he continues speaking.

“Good girl.” He praises quickly, a smile stretching his lips as you pump your hand along his cock. His green shirt is stained with grease and the scent of oil is strong against your nose. “Crane seems pleased with whatever performance he expected from you. Again, not that I expected any less. Your diligence towards your training shows.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You answer, enjoying the familiarity of his cock in your hand as you tease and please him in the ways which you know he loves – ensuring to keep your focus on the ultra-sensitive head of his cock and maintaining a firm pressure on the length as you stroke him down to the thick patch of pubic hair which cushions his groin.

Before too long, his breathing grows harsh and his hips move to buck his cock within your grip, both telltale signs that mean he’s almost ready for his release – signs that you had long since grown accustomed to as his cock remained buried deep within your throat or ass.

“Open your mouth.” He demands and you do so in an instant.

His hand replaces your own as a stuttering groan slips free of his lips and you jump in surprise as his release splashes across your mouth; thick ropes of cum landing across your tongue as one drips across your lower lip. The taste of him is quick to fill your senses and you allow your mouth to hang open until he’s quite finished and has slipped his softening cock back within his slacks.

“Now clean yourself up, pet.”

Swiping your tongue across your lower lip, you pick up the mess there and swallow it down without hesitation. A choice which earns you an approving grunt as his hand drops to press along your head, almost in the way that someone would pet a dog.

“Keep it up and my reward will remain will within reach.”

x-x-x-x-x

Kitchen complete and looking cleaner than you suspected it had been in some time, you soon move through to the living room without much difficulty. The only slight pause in your work came after finishing your thorough scrub of the floor and taking a much-needed bottle of water from the nearby fridge. You were thankful for the chilled water because you had a feeling you would be needing the extra hit of fluid before the evening was over.

The main room was cleaner than the kitchen and the difficulty mostly lay in trying to wipe-down between all the nooks and crannies of Crane’s various pieces of equipment. Some were dustier than others and moving around them required a level of focus that you were struggling to maintain.

Your earlier drink of water has washed the taste of Edward from your mouth, but your cunt still feels the sting of its earlier use, a sensation made worse by the constant standing and kneeling which was necessary for your domestic duties. The only benefit of having moved on to this space is that you can clearly see both men standing on the other side of the room as they continue their business.

Wiping the damp cloth across the table, your eyes dart over to both men as they remain huddled over some metal contraption which means nothing to your ignorant eyes.

A crash of glass makes you jump in place, and you whirl back to the table just to notice that one of the small glass beakers which was placed precariously close to the edge of the table is missing. A quick glance down confirms the mess, the tapered tip of the beaker having broken off and smashed in half just next to the base.

"Well, well, well…" Edward disappointed voice rings out from across the room and you straighten your spine against it, even as your head falls submissively to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sirs, this toy didn't mea-"

"What you meant to do is irrelevant," Edward interrupts, his hand wiping itself off on his dingy white vest, "but what you did is make a mess. The exact opposite of your purpose here."

Remaining silent, you bow your head further to show just how sorry you were as a creeping suspicion that you had been set-up crawls along your spine.

"Doctor Crane?"

"Yes, Edward?" Crane joins the conversation smoothly, resting his weight on his good leg as a sadistic delight smooths across his twisted features.

"Since my toy saw fit to harm your property, I feel that an equal payment is due in kind. Please show our," Edward pauses, "what did you call her? Ah, yes, little rabbit, how carelessness is rewarded in this life."

"Of course." Crane croons in his deep tenor and a shiver runs through your skin as you realise that his punishments are unknown, nothing like those you were familiar with Edward doling out.

"And Crane?"

"Yes?"

Edward said nothing but his glance was particularly hard in such a way that you know something unspoken had passed between them.

Crane's movements were light as he approaches. His costume flutters with the subtle movement and your gaze settles on his shoes as you remain still. However, a hard grip on your chin forces your head up as you lock eyes with his milky gaze.

"Your master insists that I refrain from the use of my toxin as a punishment."

A shudder of relief rolls through your shoulders and Crane's features harden slightly as he notices it.

"For now, I should say. I have explained to him how such an experiment can be conducted safely, and he has asked for slightly more data which is easily provided. You will taste my toxin yet, whore."

His thin lips curl into a cruel smile, a determined smile, and you can hear the truth in the words.

"However," Crane continues, "his interference has meant that I am reduced to more physical forms of punishment. Go to your master and collect the switch."

Fear laced with arousal pools deep in your gut.

The dreaded switch.

Edward's punishments were not typically physical, his preference for predicament tasks and pinpoint orgasm control making the need for corporal punishment a less attractive option. But they weren't unknown and of all the various impact toys he introduced you to, the sharp sting of the switch was not among those that you could say you liked.

Padding over to where Edward is standing, he points wordlessly to the wall behind him, and you see the switch standing upright against it. You pick it up and quickly return to Crane, handing him the thin wooden stick and watching as he quickly tucks it beneath his armpit.

His hands, as steady as a surgeon, make quick work of your shirt - ripping the buttons free as they skitter across the floor with a tinny sound. Gooseflesh breaks across your skin at how cool his fingers are as he gropes at your tits with a methodical brutality; squeezing with a full palm before zeroing his attention in on your peaked nipples, a vicious pinch between his thumbs and forefinger making you whimper.

"A very soft little thing." He muses in a gravelled voice. "Malleable."

Remaining silent, you take the unexpected examination with shuddering breaths as arousal and shame swirl through your thoughts while he takes the shirt from your upper body and dumps it unceremoniously on the floor.

"Turn around."

"Yes, Dr Crane."

Turning, you face the opposite way and jump in place as his cold hands grab at your wrists to move them against the wall you were now facing.

"If these hands move from this position, then I'll double your punishment for disobedience." He warns, rolling the hem of your skirt between his fingers before tucking it in to the waistband – fully exposing your ass as much as your back.

"Yes, Sir."

"Ten was the agreement set out by your master so let's not disappoint him. Count them out."

CRACK

The first blow catches you across the upper back in such a way that the sting of it makes your upper half curl in place. It's like a flick of lightning, carving its way across your exposed skin for a moment of sharp pain followed by an unpleasant throb as you couldn’t rub at the affected area.

"One." You answer steadily.

He's cruel in his delivery of the next two strikes, swishing the switch with a surprising level of force and ensuring that he hits fresh skin across the middle and lower parts of your back. The second hit you took with a grunted count of two, but the third drew a soft yelp of discomfort as your face screwed up in pain.

"We're only on three, little rabbit. Surely Nygma wouldn't play with a toy this easily broken?"

CRACK

“Four!” You cry out, flinching hard as this blow land across the back of your upper thighs, the sting there even worse than your back. He follows up with another two, quick blows and they both lash across your exposed thighs as a high-pitched cracking noise rings out across the quiet workspace.

There’s very little pleasure to this pain and the sudden intensity of it brings tears to your eyes as your palms tremble against the wall. Your thighs feel like they’re on fire and you wouldn’t be surprised if the welts were already visible from the sheer force which Crane seemed to be putting into the hits.

“Six.” A stuttered whimper.

Ready for a new target, you feel the tip of the switch tracing across your ass, and you tense in preparation of the hits to come. Again, he’s sadistic in his delivery of the next three blows. The first cracks across your ass with a sharp pain that draws a yowl of distress from your lips, one made worse by the continuing throb of your back and thighs. Crane then waits, long enough to ensure that the pain of the hit was beginning to ebb before delivering the next.

Knowing that Edward was watching, you call out the numbers of each strike of the switch – the ninth call coming out as more of a cry than an easy distinguished number and your knees shake with the effort of keeping your body absolutely still, knowing that Crane will add another ten if he sensed any hint of disobedience.

“Only one left, little rabbit.” Crane calls out, his voice laboured with the effort of his hits. “Where should I put this one, I wonder? Edward?”

“Dealers choice. She hates corporal punishment, so I trust your judgment.” Edward’s unseen voice responds, and you can hear the amusement in his tone.

Standing with your hands and legs spread, the silence which falls fills you with an anxiety made even worse by the fact that you know Crane is seriously considering how best to use his final hit.

CRACK

A searing heat sparks up across your cunt as the switch collides with the sensitive, stinging flesh there which such a shocking intensity that your heels rock off the floor and an open sob of distress flees your lips as your teeth bite at your lower lip. Truly suffering, a fat tear rolls free of your right eye and trails down your cheek, tickling the skin there as your hands remain pinned against the wall and unable to wipe it away.

A looming presence behind you makes you tense as Crane drapes his taller frame across your own, the tent of his slacks pressing against your upper hip as his hand drops to run across the various heated welts which decorate your ass and thighs.

“You took that surprisingly well, whore.” He growls into your ear, pressing his fingers roughly into one of the raised welts as you whimper in kind. “I’m slightly disappointed that you held out so well. I was looking forward to painting that skin more thoroughly.”

He pulls away and you drop your hands from the wall, knowing that your punishment is filled, and your fingers shake terribly as they dip the floor to pick up your shirt. Pulling it on, you pause to fix your skirt but don’t bother to try and do the remaining buttons on the shirt as your hands are trembling too much to make such a thing possible.

With blurry eyes, the sharpness taken by the tears which remain, you watch as Crane walks to one of the nearby couches and deposits himself on it roughly. It’s an old-looking couch, worn and frayed around the edges where the fabric has been overused, and the tacky brown shade of it feels very old-fashioned.

“I am tired of helping you, little rabbit, and your discipline has stripped me of some of my energy. Come here.”

As obedient as ever, you walk over to him with soft footsteps, the heat of your abused skin flaring against your shirt with every step. Your eyes glance over to Edward only to see him bent over the work desk, his back fully to you as he tinkered with something mechanical.

“I will not waste more of my effort on you.” Crane announced, pinning you in place with his milky gaze. “You will come and fuck yourself on my cock until I am satisfied.” His hands were quick to release his cock as he spoke, his rock-hard length – the result of his enjoyment of your punishment – standing to immediate attention as he wrapped his fist around the base of it.

Despite your pains, your neglected cunt is wet as hell and you hike your skirt over your hip as you crawl onto his lap, carefully avoiding the metal leg brace as you try to find a position which won’t cause him any discomfort. His body feels very thin beneath your own but he manhandles you well enough as he adjusts his cock against your wettened slit.

He’s in no mood for foreplay and, knowing that your cunt was already stretched out from his earlier fuck, he pulls you down harshly to sink his cock fully between your folds. The sudden fullness draws a moan from your lips as he stretches you out in fell swoop and your cunt clenches around his length. After the pain of your punishment, a little pleasure wasn’t going amiss and you roll your hips across his lap, taking him as deeply as you could as your hands grip to the fraying fabric of the couch in a desperate attempt to chase some pleasure.

His costume is scratchy and uncomfortable against your welted skin, and you focus on the sensation of his cock as you bounce on his lap with a steady rhythm, fucking yourself as instructed.

Closing your eyes for only a moment, a savage pinch of your nipples forces them open as a yelp escapes your lips. His fingers are as rough as ever as he plays with your bouncing tits, pinching and groping at the skin until it’s reddened and extra-sensitive beneath his hands. The fascination he holds with your chest is unabashed and his slender fingers, scarred and hosting jagged nails, torment your skin with a sadistic precision.

“Enjoying yourself, whore?”

Startling at the suddenness of Edward’s voice in your ear, you unleash a short cry and your head tilts back to meet him as he continues.

“Don’t stop on my account. In fact, let me join you.”

His cock brushes along the cleft of your ass and you shiver in anticipation. As part of your preparations, he had insisted on a thorough cleaning but in the heat of the evenings events you had forgotten his earlier insistence.

A crack of a bottle rings out behind you and Crane seems content to remain buried within your cunt as he watches you interact with Edward with a subtle interest, gleaning what little aspects of your dynamic that he can.

Edward’s fingers press against the rim of your ass, and you can feel the coolness of the lube which coats them. He makes quick work of covering your hole before slipping in two fingers for a sudden stretch which takes your breath away. Anal was no stranger between the two of you but it was something which usually was graced with a little more prep and stretch time.

His fingers scissor within you and you tighten your hole around him, a move which draws a growl of pleasure from Crane as you milk his cock with every clench.

You relax as Edward’s fingers pull free and are quickly replaced with the blunted head of his cock pressing against your hole. In one quick thrust, he buries the first few inches within you and your body pushes forward, pressing against Crane as you’re forced to accept him.

It’s pain and pleasure in one; an intense fullness which makes your skin feel as though it’s going to combust as your holes stretch to accept and accommodate both cocks. Prepared enough to ensure no real damage, you were not prepped enough to avoid the hollowing throb of having your ass reamed out and the burning discomfort of your hole draws several small whimpers from your swallowing throat.

Your clit remained woefully neglected, the small sensitive button feeling as though it were aching with its utter lack of attention.

“My work is finished.” Edward grunted, maintaining a rhythmic pace with Crane as their cocks moved in tandem. “Your new leg brace is fully functional and ready for use.”

“Is it coated as requested?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I will ensure that payment is included in the usual account. As discussed, there is room for a bonus if you would allow me my own session with your little rabbit.”

“Provide me evidence that you won’t break her in the ways I don’t want her broken and then we’ll see about booking an appointment with the good doctor for a private session.”

Both mean speak conversationally, if a little strained, as they continue to fuck and talk about you as if you weren’t there. It’s humiliating and the shame only adds to the hot pleasure which is sweeping across your spine and making your clit throb.

With a vicious growl, Crane indicates for you to move off his cock and you slip him free of your cunt while allowing Edward to continue to thrust against your ass. Fisting himself in hand, Crane’s breathing is erratic as he strokes his cock rapidly, chasing his peak. He hits it after a few moments, his release arcing across your exposed chest as one particularly energetic drop of cum lands as high as your chin, feeling warm against your skin.

He continues to stroke himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, visibly pleased with having painted you with his release, as his gravelled voice makes more demands of you.

“Leave the mess. I want you to wear the rewards of your services until you’re out of my sight.”

“Yes, Sir.” You stutter out, cunt feeling empty and suddenly neglected by the loss of his cock.

With a careless grunt, Crane pushes you off him to the side as he slinks out from his position beneath your sweat-slicked and cum-stained frame. Luckily, Edward’s grip of your hips was so intense that it didn’t matter much to him as he bent you further over the couch and only fucked you harder as Crane slipped off to inspect his new leg brace.

“Have you come yet, pet?” Edward grunts, the fingers of the hand which isn’t currently pressing into your hip trailing across the welts which decorate your ass.

“No, Sir. Of course not.” You pant out, arching you back to give him easier access to your ass as you carefully bend in such a way to not disturbed the mess of cum which is splattered across your chest.

He hums at your answer and a low scream slips free of your lips as his fingers stroke along your cunt, brushing against your swollen clit like a bolt of pleasurable lightning. His touch is soft and teasing, perfectly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he coats his fingers in your juices before returning to your clit.

Demented with the sudden onslaught of pleasure, your orgasm approaches like a freight train and your limbs tremble against the effort of keeping yourself bent over as he expertly pulls you to your peak. Incoherent pleas spill from your lips and your ass clenches around his cock with every thrust.

With a muted cry, your release hits as the tight band of arousal which has been tightening across your groin snaps into a glorious bliss of intense pleasure – the culmination of your various uses and abuses comes to fruition as Edward presses his thumb roughly against your clit to quickly force you into overstimulation. Your vision blurs dangerously for a moment and you feel his body shudder against your own as your desperate clenching pushes Edward over the edge, his release hitting just a few moments after your own.

Overstimulated as he takes out his orgasm on your clit, your scream is low and guttural as every nerve seems to alight across your body. Edward cares little for your plight and you feel the heat of his release painting the inside of your ass with a scorching heat as he rides out his own pleasure.

“Good girl.” Edward pants out and you smile despite everything. He very rarely spoke while fucking, often reserving his long speeches and humiliating praises for the before and after, so you drink in this little change like a woman starved.

Edward pulls free of your ass with an obscene noise that makes fresh heat flare in your cheeks. His hands are quick to wrap around your waist and pull you to your feet, a movement which makes some of his release leak free of your ass and down your thighs as you lean back into his familiar and comforting frame.

“Remember,” he mutters into your ear as his face nuzzles against your sweat-slicked neck, “don’t touch that mess on your chest or I’ll have to let Crane have his way with you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You look beautiful like this. Fucked out, marked up, and coated – inside and out - with the rewards which you worked so hard for.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You shudder out, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your neck as the adrenaline of your night catches up with you and envelopes you in a fatigue which makes your legs feel like jelly as a slight nausea touches at your throat.

“Let’s go.”

Supporting your body with his own in a possessive way, neither Edward not Crane spare each other another glance as Edward makes to leave. Your skirt is a mess, crumpled and stained by various releases, and your shirt is ruined. However, it’s only a short walk to the car and you know there’s a coat in there which can cover you as you return down to Edward’s own workspace.

As Edward pushes the door open to allow you to pass through, the last thoughts which touch at your mind as you finish up your hard session is to wonder just how much data Edward will need before he lets the Scarecrow play with you once more.

(will upload to AO3 this weekend)

[dutchess-of-fear]

Jonathan Crane with S/O who has ADHD

A/N: I've decided to write a little thing of Jonathan Crane with someone with ADHD, which is quite simple from me cause I have ADHD, I am doing this one for the Nolanverse Crane but you can Imagine it with any other version of Jonathan Crane if you want

Warning : Fluffy, depiction of Depression,

Masterlist

You and him are very different from each other, Jonathan is calm and collective while you are basically all over the place but he understands that

I mean Jonathan is a psychologist (if I am correct😅 and if its Gotham scarecrow then he's not a psychologist)

He knows you can have great trouble of remembering certain things that don't peak your interest but if you are interested in his work, and he appreciate your detections to remember his work, he honestly doesn't mind repeating himself to you

You are not the best at keep schedule but you know Jonathan always helps to keep schedule and to always take the medication that you need for your ADHD

Jonathan always simplify what he is saying to you, as at times you don't know what's he talking about when he talks with such complicated words

But despite you being the most hyped up and bubbly person around, you tend to stay quiet and try to not make to much noises when in public

But Jonathan always reassures you by holding you hand as you walk around in public

Talking to strangers can be a hard thing for you to do, so Jonathan does the talking for you.

You also have a very hard time choosing what you want to have or what you want to do, but Jonathan always there to help what you want or what you rather do for the day.

Jonathan loves to listen to you talk about your interest, even if your interest is Disney or video games, or horror movies, he just loves seeing your face light up whenever you talk about your favourite things

If your like me, you can have moments where you felt like you hit rock bottom and just that dark cloud goes around your head, he is always making time to be with you and to make sure your alright, and he even would watch your favourite movies with you

But always the next day your back to your normal bubbly happy hype self again

When your too hype and you begin to just stutter at every word (cause your brain couldn't keep up) he finds it so cute and adorable, but you do get angry when you can get the words out of your mouth.

But Jonathan is always there to help out by either say the word you were about to say or always tell you to take a deep breath, calm down and then say what you wanted to say

You are basically the only person to make Jonathan laugh and smile, like he cannot keep a straight face when you begin a pillow fight at 8:30 in the morning

You can be a hassle at times to handle but Jonathan always still loves you for how you are and wouldn't have it any other way

You just bring colour in his life, and he wants to protect you at all cost

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘NWA, [kinkpril day 2 - bukkake]

-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crane (J-Squad)

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; foursome with the j-squad !!!

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Day 2 of gotham tv kinkpril! How this works is each day I follow the prompt list; and pick gotham characters who I personally think would resonate with said kink. SMUT!!! PURE PORN. BUKKAKE! FOURSOME!! Poly relationship!!! For those who don’t know, bukkake is just getting your face came on by multiple men. Hard kinks. Warning for spit, overstimulation, pseudo-degradation, and cum. lots of it.

♫ “She just wanna fuck crazy, She just wanna fuck till she can't move no more. / We should make her pay for this.” NWA by Miguel

The whole room smells like sex. You feel filthy, you feel free. Strange how the three men in front of you could bring themselves to share you. You don’t mind a bit.

You’re spread-eagle on a bed in someones mansion. You’re unsure who owns it exactly- but you are sure Jervis hypnotized some poor sap. Any other day you might’ve playfully scolded him, but not today. From the moment you entered the house, Jerome has been licking and kissing your body like a madman. Hard to pay attention when your lover has no perception of personal space.

Jerome ranted to you, mindlessly, all last night and throughout today. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, which earned him a glare from Jonathan. You’d been curious as to why the redhead was more talkative than usual, but everything clicked when you were roughly shoved on the bed by Jonathan. They wanted to try something new.

And they’d done just that.

“J-Jerome, please.” You’re muffled voice whispers, choking on dick. The pause in you sucking has Jonathan growling, delivering a sharp slap to your chest. You blink away tears as he forces himself deeper.

“Anything for you, doll.” Jerome teases, and theres a sarcastic edge to his voice. He’s laughing at you. His hips wildly buck into your slit, sloppy movements sending wet squelches echoing from the room. The bed is bouncing as his nails dig into your thighs.

At Jerome’s remark, Jervis gives a small giggle, seemingly just as high on this as you are. You continue to wet your lips around Jonathan’s cock, spit bubbling around him. Jervis is pressing his member into the small of your back, fingertips circling your clit while Jerome fucks himself into you. You feel your eyes glaze over.

“Eyes on me.” Jonathan tugs harshly your hair, possessivley taking your attention away from Jervis’s movements. You try your best to see through your tears of overstimulation, exhaling through your nose. You look up towards him, and he lets out a grunt of approval from under his mask. Jervis looks less than pleased, eyes narrowing at the gesture. His patience is thinning, and his circles on your pussy turn rougher. You let out a yelp.

You can tell Jonathan’s getting close from the way his hold on your hair tightens painfully. It only enhances the pleasure. You moan around him when Jerome hits a particularly sweet spot, and you feel Jonathan’s hips sputtering into your mouth.

Jonathan pulls himself out of your mouth with a slippery pop, and his dick twitches as he spills his seed all over your face. The thin coat of cum covers your eyes, mouth, and cheeks, and you wince. You breathe wildly underneath him. You instinctively go to wipe the cum away from your eyes, but feel you feel your wrists pinned down.

Partially blinded, you squint, realizing the feeling of Jerome’s cock is not filling you up anymore. You attempt to look around, finding your hands being held to the mattress by Jervis and Jonathan to keep you firmly in place.

Jerome hovers above you, smiling as he unleashes his own load on your face, laughing through his orgasm. Once again, your face is painted in cream, and you’re whimpering loudly. The sound only makes Jerome laugh and cum harder it seems.

“See? I told ya you could take it!” Jerome’s voice is all you hear, and all you can do is choke and moan loudly. Jervis’s fingers are still working impossibly fast on your clit, and your back arches into him.

“All yours.” Jonathan nods to Jervis, responding nonchalantly. Jervis offers a begrudgingly polite smile. Jerome nods his head wildly, effectively in his happy place through maddening orgasmic bliss.

“Thank you, Gentlemen.” Jervis cocks his head, hand movements stopping. You take the time to catch your breath, which is ripped away from you as you feel Jervis’s heavy cock slide into you in one wet fluid motion. You can’t help but scream at the feeling of being re-stretched, heat filling you.

Through the tears and cum, you can make out Jervis grinning, the figures of Jonathan and Jerome disappearing behind you. For a moment you think they’ve left, until you feel Jerome kitten-lick a swipe of his and Jonathan’s own load off your face. Jerome’s hands roam over you wildly, tweaking your nipples to illicit another loud yelp from you. He cackles.

Jonathan takes Jervis’s previous place, uncut fingernails scratching up and down your ribcage, before swiftly rubbing at your soft nub of flesh. The pleasure is just too much for you, feeling three sets of hands claim you as their own. You taste Jerome and Jonathan’s cum as it drips into your swollen lips.

Jervis’s hand comes under your chin, delicatley moving your face to look at him. His thrusts are sharp in contrast, slapping into you at an animalistic pace. He drawls under his breath; smiling.

“Tight, isn’t she?”

Jerome hums in agreement, coming up from his spot on your neck to spit in your mouth. You’re forced to swallow. Jerome’s grin doesn’t waver as he responds, “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Jonathan doesn’t speak, but you can tell he’s giving a crooked smile under the mask. He presses a slap to the fat of your thigh, watching it jiggle underneath his palm.

Between Jerome’s tongue on your neck and nipples, Jonathan’s hand smacking and flicking against your cunny, and Jervis’s fast pace pounding into your pussy, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten in anticipation.

Beside yourself, you match Jervis’s movements, trying desperately to fuck for any friction you can get. Your hips lift into him, chasing your own orgasm.

The moment of bliss finally comes when Jerome’s hand comes to squeeze around your neck, playful gesture sending you over the edge. You find yourself cumming around nothing, Jervis’s cock already in position. Pussy twitching only around Jonathan’s cold fingers, Jervis’s thick ropes of cum land on your face, groaning as he does so. You feel the hot creamy liquid drip down your forehead into the contours of your cheeks.

You refrain from opening your eyes, not letting the cum sting even more. But you hear Jerome’s voice right in your ear.

“Good aim.” He praises Jervis, and you can picture his small grin in response.

“I’ll go get a towel. Stay.” Jonathan’s blunt tone calls, weight shifting on the bed. You feel Jerome cuddle up into your breasts, and Jervis trace small circles on your wrist, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

You feel your fucked out mouth form into a dazed smile of your own. You love your boys.

[gothamitelove]

scarecrow of your choice with a horror junkie reader? loves horror movies, games, and getting scared

YEAHHH okay im gonna do it for scarecrow in general so it could fit with any of his versions.

oh yeah he's into this.

however he talks during horror movies. he will criticize the characters, the plot lines, the ways the director scares the audience... but if the film does something really well he doesnt hold back on that either

he likes horror films. but he does think he could do better.

also if you let him, he'll try and find ones he thinks will scare you, catering to your fears specifically, which i feel like could be great or go VERY POORLY depending on how you feel about it

yall have the best time dude he loves you so much esp for this

[lonleywriters-blog]

Could you please write headcannons of Gotham villains showing affection to their S/O?? Including Fish money, thank you very much.

Ofc

Gotham villains showing affection

Fish loves subtle pda. She will wrap her arm around your waist or have you sit on her lap. She likes to kiss you, her kisses differ from soft to hard and passionate. Adores making you blush and will try her best to make you trip over your words. Secretly loves to cuddle you in private.

Can't and will not take his hands off of you. He likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and lay his head on your shoulder. Calls you pretty all the time. His kisses are almost always rough and/or sloppy. Adores having you on his lap. A big fan of pda and people knowing you are his.

Literally does not care what people think. Casually makes out with you in public. Likes to be close to you and either be kissing you or having his arm on your shoulders. He treats you like royalty and praises anything you do. You better do it back he gets jealous.

He can be shy in public and prefers not to be too outgoing. Likes to give you quick pecks and holding your hand. In private he is all over you. He has attachment issues so he does not like being away from you. Cuddles you 24/7. Please stroke his hair he will melt so fast.

He doesn't mind pda, he likes making it known you are together. He gives you compliments daily so you know how much he loves you. You are on him lap during meetings you have no say. He loves to hug you. If you ever hug him from behind he is feral.

He is all over you all of the time, to him everyone must know you are his. Calls you doll or darling. He will put you on his lap and kiss your neck all the time. Likes to have you near him or touching him constantly. Adores you and makes it known.

He is a gentleman. He holds doors for you and calls you honey. His kisses are very sweet and soft. Like to hold your hand and have you lean on him. Calls you breathtaking everyday. Likes to hold you in his arms and call you love. He is very sweet and will treat you like porcelain.

He gets nervous and doesn't want to make the wrong move. He will hold your hand and give gentle kisses. You have to initiate most of the time because of how shy he is.

[madame-fear]

You: I love murder mysteries! Jonathan , trying to impress them: I've been a suspect in four murder cases.

[fluffyfluffyscarecrow]

Cuddling/comfort with Gotham Jonathan Crane headcanons

Oh my god where do I even start with him

He would definitely have to trust you a lot to let you touch him at all, let alone cuddle him.

Once he trusts you he genuinely loves cuddles as they help him relax. He's not used to being touched so lovingly but he wants more of it!

He loves being held, especially when you're sleeping together. When he feels safe in your arms, he'll practically turn into a floppy plush ragdoll, just wanting to be loved and held close.

Loves forehead kisses!!!!!

The sensation of his hair being pet or played with is very soothing for him. He'll willingly lay in your arms for hours as you gently stroke his hair. Not only that, his hair is very soft and fluffy so if you love soft things, he's your guy.

His back and stomach are very sensitive to touch, but he isn't aware of that until you lift his shirt to stroke his back and he erupts in a fit of laughter.

Overall just a precious guy who needs a lot of love.

[amomentsescape]

Oswald, Jonathan, and Harvey when they think you're angry at them please! Love love love your Gotham HCs!!!!!

When They Think You're Angry at Them HC

Gotham! Oswald Cobblepot x Reader, Jonathan Crane x Reader, Harvey Bullock x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much! I love this request idea :)

Oswald Cobblepot (Part II here)

Oh, this poor man

He is so sensitive when it comes to you

All he wants is to make you happy

So when you come home without even saying a word to him, he immediately panics

Oswald is almost in tears, and he hasn't even talked to you yet

His mind is in a frenzy

"They're gonna break up with me, aren't they?" "There's no way I can do this without them." "Oh my God, please don't leave!"

You've been in the bathroom for about 30 minutes now, having taken a shower and freshening up

The moment you open the door, your senses are flooded

The dining table is decked out with cakes, brownies, and flowers

There are balloons floating all around the ceiling

And name brand jewelry boxes are stacked up to eye level

Before you can even get any words out, Oswald is peeking around the corner looking disheveled

He begins his onslaught of apologies, saying sorry for so many things that you don't even know what he's talking about anymore

When you finally tell him to slow down, his eyes get teary, and he explains how he doesn't want you to leave him

Your heart hurts at his words, and you have to explain to him that you simply felt dirty and wanted to shower before spending time with him

That is literally it

He lets out a huge sigh of relief but is still a bit on edge

It's going to take a couple days of constant affection and verbal reassurance before he's back to his normal self

Jonathan Crane

Jonathan has felt like you've been a bit distant recently, and he's not sure why

Because of his own insecurities, he begins to pull away

Not because he doesn't want to be with you (it's literally the complete opposite), but he hopes maybe giving you space will make you less angry so you don't want to leave him

It really only takes a couple days before you're at his place asking him what's going on

This poor boy hasn't been eating or sleeping since he decided to give you space

He tries to pretend everything is fine

But you know better

After countless questions, he finally breaks

"You seemed angry with me, and I thought leaving you alone would make you happy again"

You could honestly feel your stomach drop

Once you explain to him that you've just been busy, he believes you but still seems a bit worried

All it takes is a day spent together cuddling and talking about everything for him to feel secure again

Just make sure to keep your eye out for if he starts to pull away again

He doesn't mean to do it, he's just so scared to lose you

Harvey Bullock

If Harvey thinks you're upset with him, it literally becomes everyone's problem

He thinks you're angry?

Everyone at GCPD knows

He's grumpy with everyone, his patience is basically nonexistent, and all it takes is one wrong look to get him to snap

And most of the time, you aren't even mad at him, he just thinks you are

Despite the hard demeanor he puts on, he really is a bit of a softie

And he can get into his own head a bit

He would never admit it, but you know

But thankfully, it doesn't take a lot to get him back on his feet again

If he comes home to that smiling face and a kiss on the cheek, he's pretty much back to normal

You might not even know he was worried beforehand

He's not very good at talking about his feelings or concerns

So the only way he'll open up is if you pester him about it a bunch

But at the end of the day, he's a pretty simple man

If you tell him you're not upset, he'll believe you

He just has trouble telling you if he thinks you're mad

But you know sometimes

Jim has reached out quite a few times in the past to complain

[angelofthenight]

You, writing to Arkham: Jerome, my love, if you’re reading this-

Oswald: Can Jerome read?

You: Jervis, if you are reading this out loud to Jerome-

Oswald: Can Jervis read?

You:

You: Jonathan-

[tarrenterror25]

who do you think is the smoothest flirt between black mask, two-face, riddler, scarecrow, and penguin? i know this might depend on the version in question.

Ohhhh!! I like this one 🧐

Just hear me out; out of all of them: Black Mask. The man has no shame so he's coming out the game swinging. In any given version he's shown to be witty with his quips.

"You're supposed to be dead, let me fix that for you."

So I can only imagine his pick up lines are smooth. He's not shy about getting in someone's space either so expect a hand on your waist, thigh, or arm around your shoulder.

Two-Face is second. Public speaking and his charisma helps make him a smooth talker, great for conversation and playful banter, he's gonna have you giggling and kicking your feet.

Riddler could be a smooth flirt because he can come up with clever lines and quips, but he's so narcissistic that it's just not going to happen or it's going to come across as him boosting his own ego. He's not going to pick up on cues, take the opportunity to put his arm on your shoulder or anything. Head full. Many thoughts. None to do with flirting.

Scarecrow would be great at flirting. He understands psychology and can pick up on things like your body language. It won't be hard at all for him to read you and base his next move off of what he observes. He takes it slow, wants the anxiety in you to build up and get your heart racing. He knows you're expecting a kiss from him, your pupils are all dilated, your breaths are shallow and your gaze keeps drifting to his lips, but he's just going to continue staring at you for a bit, silent, letting the anticipation build up as he steps closer and closer only to smile and say something like "I'd like to do this again sometime." And he'll leave. An absolute menace, but he would have your knees buckling and heart racing.

Penguin is okay at flirting. Kinda average, can come off a bit sleazy. He's straightforward, not a lot of quips or clever innuendos. You're hot and he's into and he's just gonna outright say it, no beating around the bush.