#johnathan crane imagine

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, mention of scarecrows fear serum

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

Knocking on the apartment door, I hugged my jacket tighter. The small box at my feet reminded me of why I was here. The door opened after the series of locks were undone.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was soothing, even when curiosity got the better of him.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” I said with a shrug. Johnathan looked down where I kicked the box. “Got fired today.” I gave him a weak smile as he bent over to grab the box. His piercing blue eyes met mine and I swore they hardened.

“well that’s shit.” He mumbled as he ushered me into the apartment. “What are you going to do?” Johnathan put the box on his end table and sat down across from me on the coffee table.

“I don’t know.” I admitted. I had told everyone at the office that I was going to be alright. I had everything planned out. But it was a lie. “Thought I’d come here. Only place I felt safe going. Only place I didn’t feel like a failure at.” Johnathan sighed before moving to sit next to me on the couch. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into him and kissing my head.

“you’re not a failure.” Johnathan assured me. “If I didn’t know any better, you went out with a fight. Kicking and screaming.” I nodded against him. “Then you have nothing to feel like a failure for. It’s their own fault. People were leaving like fucking rats on a sinking ship.” Sighing, I curled further into him.

“that’s definitely an accurate depiction.” I agreed. Johnathan nodded before kissing my head again.

“least you were smart. Now someone owes you money.” He said with a smile. I nodded mournfully. “You wanna stay here?” Johnathan asked after a minute.

“if it’s alright with you.” I whispered. Johnathan tilted my head up and kissed me.

“of course it’s alright with me.” He assured me. “Just don’t go into the office. Have a little excitement going on in there.” His eyes flashed and I nodded. “I think I found my next test subject.”

“Johnathan…” I warned. He shot me a small smile.

“What? I never said who.” His smile grew a little and I rolled my eyes, draping my arm across his stomach.

“just be careful.” I whispered. He kissed my head again.

“always am.” Johnathan said, eyes flicking to the case by the door that held his mask. “Always am.”

[scorpiussage]

NSFW Alphabet - Johnathan Crane (Scarecrow) 

- I’m not much of a DC fan so this is entirely based off the Nolan movies and what we see of Cillian Murphy’s Scarecrow 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Not an aftercare man at all. For real, you’d be lucky if he stayed in bed next to you after he’s done fucking you - he’s busy and got things to do and places to be. 

But, I think that if you caught him at a vulnerable moment (Scarecrow giving him extra grief or him struggling with the Batman) he might indulge in some cuddling but it would be very short lived and he’d expect you to never bring it up again.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Loves someone with a brilliant mind, body doesn’t matter to him at all. He just wants someone who’s crazy matches his crazy. 

He’s literally so vain though, like he will not leave the house unless he looks perfect and put together. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn’t really have much of a preference to where he cums, just that he does. Most of the time it’ll be in you but he has been known to like to finish on your face from time to time. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Scarecrow is obv his big secret, but I think that if he took the time to pursue a relationship with you, it would be because both him and Scarecrow are attracted to you. So that might be a dirty secret of his, that he likes to let the other guy take control some times so that he can get his quality time in with you too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, he’s always been a huge dork and also very career driven so he’s never put any time into having sex. That said, he’s incredibly knowledgeable about the human body so even though he’s not very experienced, he knows all the best places to touch you.

F = Favourite Position (idk the names of any sex positions so Im just going try and describe them)

Johnathan is a massive control freak and so his favorite positions are all ones that put him in control of you. You on your knees with your face pressed into the mattress and your hands tied behind your back is a particular favorite of his. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is literally not capable of being goofy and silly. It’s just not who he is. So sex will always be incredibly intense and serious.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Not very intimate nor romantic (though he could be if he wanted to, he just doesn’t want to) 

Don’t get it twisted though, he’s possessive and even though he may not show his affections like other people, you belong to him and he’ll remind you of it regularly. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t masturbate beyond getting excess energy out. He’s not got the time for that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s got a huge doctor/patient kink to the point he’d convince you to get admitted to Arkham so that he could be your doctor and “give you treatments” 😉 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office at Arkham or whatever seedy warehouse he’s using that week, he’s not picky.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Control and fear are pretty obvious motivators for him. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything church or religion related is a big yikes to him. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He will only give you head if it means a new way to dominate and control you into doing something he wants. That’s just sort of his personality. 

He’s personally pretty eh about receiving. It feels good and makes him cum, but he could also get that from fucking you so it’s not a necessity.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Not slow or fast so much as brutal and intense. Getting fucked by Johnathan is absolutely world ending and also too much. You’ll only be able to handle one round at a time from him. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not one for quickies usually just because he’s very work focused and you absolutely will not tear him away from whatever new thing he’s doing. He has allotted time set aside to fuck you and he will not do it outside of that time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves taking risks, it’s sort of his whole thing because there’s a tie in to fear. You have to be someone who will go along with whatever he wants because if you don’t, he’ll get bored with you very fast.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Average stamina. He could probably do sexathons but he doesn’t have the time for that, his experiments take priority. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys personally but if you own them, he’ll for sure use them on you regularly. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nothing would turn him on more than teasing you to the point of tears. He’s an absolute sadist about that and he’s unapologetic about it too. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not loud, actually very quiet but when Scarecrow is in the drivers seat, he does a lot of dirty talk. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s the kind of man who loves one and only one. So if you start a relationship with him, there’s no ending that relationship, you’re his forever. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Long and average width. Cock size doesn’t matter with a guy like this, he’ll make you cum regardless. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty low sex drive, he’s not really someone who spends a lot of time thinking about sex. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t sleep until he’s certain he’s in a safe location. So unless you do it at his place, he’s not one to fuck and then immediately fall asleep. 

[futurefamousdeadmusician]

Hideout - Johnathan Crane x!Sister Pt. 3

Author's note; Wishing all the happiest of New Year! Image Credit; Edward Addeo

Summary; Lillian Crane is on the run. Out of luck and out of time, she only has one place left to go. After turning up at her brother's high-rise apartment she hopes to just lie low for a little while. Can John help his little sister outrun international authorities, or will the past, present, and future all find their way into her hideout?

When Lillian opened her eyes the following morning she went stiff at the sight of the white blanket that wrapped around her body. For a moment she had forgotten nearly all of the events that had led her to this room the previous night. She squinted through the light peering into through the curtained windows and rolled over, feeling around within the mountain of plush pillows and sheets for her phone. Nearly dead and with no messages of importance she noted the time to be a quarter past 9 a.m. Upon remembering the charging cable stuffed deep into her backpack she swung her legs over the edge of the raised mattress and took her first steps of a new era; fugitive in hiding. 

After nearly tripping on them as she made her way to the door she looked down to find a pair of light pink slippers sitting neatly by the foot of the bed. She took this small detail to confirm that John in fact, did seek the companionship of a woman. She laughed and rubbed her face as she entered the hallway. Noise echoed from the kitchen as she made her way down the  hall to see her brother, with his back turned to her, tending to something on the stove. The smell of breakfast sausage and fresh coffee caught her off guard seeing as she hasn’t eaten anything but cheap diner food, frozen meals, and fast food for weeks while dealing with the stress of her new situation. She could hear the soft sounds of the Gotham’s morning news come through the speakers of the small TV that was luxuriously fitted into the walls of the kitchen. She moved closer with a sense of hesitation, though she couldn’t figure out why. Without turning around John broke the figurative silence. 

“I made coffee. Cups are above the machine. Use the white ones.”  Lillian cleared her throat and replied, “Thanks.” She, now more quickly after being invited into the space, made her way to the coffee maker and helped herself. Adding just a small spoon of sugar and stirring it in. Just enough to cut the bitterness but not much else. It was another thing that unwillingly bonded the Crane siblings, they both took their coffee black, unless they bothered to put in the extra effort to add just a single serving of sugar, and given the bewildering night they had just experienced, they could be bothered. 

“This is great,” Lillian complemented her brother. It was the best coffee she had drank in a long while. She usually preferred the expensive lattes and drips that her salary afforded her but, like many other things as of late, that preference, unfortunately, wasn’t being accommodated. At first, she felt comfort and nostalgia for the drink found in the Denny’s coffee pot at 2 o’clock in the morning. It reminded her of her days in high school when she would run off with her friends to the outskirts of town. Now, she preferred exhaustion over that filth. 

“I get it from a roaster on 14th,” John explained. Since she had entered the room he had only spared a glance at the TV set when the meteorologist to run down the weekend forecast and then returned his gaze to the stove. After taking a seat at the breakfast bar, still talking to her brother’s back, Lillian asked, 

“Don’t you work today?” With no time for contemplation, he said 

“I called and told them I wouldn’t be making it in today.” 

“Why?” She asked only seconds later realizing exactly why he had done so. 

“Why do you think?” The doctor asked sounding as if he was asking a child why they thought a rainbow had spread across the sky just minutes after a thunderstorm. She stayed silent. Guilt filling her and staring down into the dark abyss that she held in her hand. She saw movement where Johnathan stood and she snapped her eyes up to see him holding two plates, both consisting of scrambled eggs, sausage and a piece of wheat toast with a thin coat of jam. Her eyebrows perked up just enough for her brother to notice her understated excitement. He set the plates down over the bar. One in front of Lillian and one in front of the empty seat to her left. Before he could finish retrieving utensils and seating himself in the open chair, Lillian had finished the piece of bread that once rested on her plate and began eyeing her brothers. He set the paper towel and then the fork gently by her right hand before doing the same for himself and finally finding his seat. Lillian took a proper bite of her food and turned to her brother. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly to the side of his face before returning to her meal. He finished his bite and began to pick up his mug when he responded. 

“I had extra.” 

—

The pair had finished their meal and after refilling their coffees, John began to load the used cookware into the dishwasher. Lillian didn’t know how to bring up the shampoo or the razors or the slippers she had found since her stay here began but her curiosity ate at her, still surprised at the possibility of her brother, her quiet, stoic, just plain weird bother, could actually have a girlfriend. In what may have been the most complex way of raising the question she stuttered out, 

“What’s her name?” Johnathan slowed to stop what he was doing and turned to look at the girl. His brows furrowed and he ever so slightly cocked his head. 

“What?” He said sharply. 

“The girl you have over,” she continued, “what’s her name?” He stood up straight from his hunched position over the open appliance and his hands, one clutching a dish towel, fell to his sides. 

“What are you talking about?” The same tone as before followed these words out of his mouth. Lillian took in a breath and fixed her eyes on her brother softly as to not annoy him any further. 

“The girly shit in the bathroom, and the slippers. I was just curious. How long have you been seeing her?” She said trying to hide her excitement. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes in a way only Johnathan Crane could. He turned back to his task and Lillian retuned her look of guilt, yet again, to her coffee. 

“I was just curious, I’m sorry if I overstepped,” she said quietly but before she could finish her sentence her brother spoke with an annoyed huff. 

“There is no woman.” 

“Then why do you have fuckin’ pink razors,” she laughed nervously and continued to drink her coffee. Holding the cup to her face almost felt like a shield from whatever John would say to her. 

“I was at the store, and I just got things that I figured you’d need. In case you had to leave them behind.” The room fell silent all but for the TV still lit up above the counter, now it was rolling ads for a local window washing company. Lillian let out a sharp, but relieved breath, through her nose and took another drink. Her small, hushed laughed caused Johnathan looked back at his sister while finishing with the dishes. She looked at him and spoke with the tenacity of a professor asking her students what the true meaning of the universe is. 

“Slippers?” 

—

After minutes of comfortable silence between the two, Lillian remembered her phone charger that sat in her bag still resting by the door. She rose and went to search for it finally retrieving it out of her pack. She might as well take her belongings to her new room soon, since it was apparent she would be here longer than she anticipated. This was supposed to last a few weeks - a month tops - but after her expedited appearance in Gotham, she feared this ordeal would go on much longer. The last she had heard before leaving her apartment was that agents stationed in Germany had found the location of two members of the Black Cobras during a raid. Since learning this, the rest of the small organization had feared that these two may give up the identities and whereabouts of other members. That, in collusion with INTERPOL’s networks already gaining a renewed interest in the group, caused alarm bells to sound and those still free of custody had to take more extreme measures than the originally agreed upon “laying low.” 

Lillian gathered her belongings loosely in her arms and tugged the rest behind her in the suitcase into her bedroom. After a short moment of assessing all that she had brought laid out on the clean white bed, she felt a wave of sadness boil up deep within. She stared into nothing and allowed herself a small moment of regret and longing for the life she had left behind which she in some way hoped to go back. Could she go back? What else did she know? In all, what she had brought from her small apartment nestled on the outer streets of Paris were 3 changes of clothes, her notebook, laptop, the few bottles and jars of bath products that she scooped off of the bathroom counter on her way out, a hair brush, wallet, passport, a few pens and pencils already at the bottom of the old backpack, a few other odds and ends including charging cables, headphones, sticky notes, and a flash drive, and finally, her small stuffed bunny named, well, bunny. She had been given this toy upon her birth from her mother. No matter where the young girl went, even today, the bunny never left her. Through all the running, the hiding, the restless movement, every home Lillian had occupied had also sheltered Bunny. So, when she got the call that one dreadful evening that she needed to evacuate, the first thing she packed, of course, was Bunny. 

After standing and reflecting for just a minute more, she now turned to carefully stack her few lasting toiletries on the dresser beside the bed. Upon moving she took a startled step back when she saw Johnathan standing in the doorframe, silent and watching. 

“Christ. Knock much?” She huffed and returned to her task. Johnathan remained in his place and said in a coldly, 

“I didn’t think I had to knock in my own home.” The girl rolled her eyes and began sifting through her packs once again in hopes of finding anything else she may have missed. John took a few steps into the bright room and looked down at his sister. A small change, barley noticeable, came across his face when he examined her. Pity, almost. With an only slightly relaxed tone than before he offered, 

“You can do your laundry down the hall, there is a basket in the closet.” Lillian spared a brief look at him and hummed a short breath in acknowledgment. When she moved to gather the basket that would carry her rain-dampened clothes to the washer, John took her spot in front of the bed with her belongings spread out. 

“Is this all you brought?” He asked bluntly. His sister, a much more emotive speaker replied in an offended huff, 

“Yes it is.” Trying to keep her annoyance at bay, she refused to look at him and forcefully shoved her few articles off the bed and into the basket. As she picked up the basket, her brother spoke again, this time in his best attempt at a softened voice, 

“If you need anything, I can take you shopping tomorrow, or I can get it for you. If you didn’t want to go out.” She slowed her movements, frustration falling away from her as quickly as it arose and looked up at her brother’s still stoic, unmoving gaze. Loosening her grip on the plastic basket she nodded shyly returning her gaze to the floor. It pained her ego enough to even show up at her brother’s door, and having to rely on him to get her basic necessities hurt in a way she hasn’t felt since living under her father. John stepped forward, not wanting to continue this display of emotion any further and gently placed a hand on the center of Lillian’s back. The touch shocked her and sent a shiver down her spine. Quietly, and as gently as the man could, he said, 

“I’ll show you where the laundry is.” A gentle guidance led Lillian out of the bedroom door. The soft delicate touch never left her until they made it to the machine. 

[peaky1wh0re]

You can be my daddy

[egs-n-bacon]

Can someone please send requests, I lowk do any chatacter as long as I know them 😭😭

[apollo18]

Nobody…

Absolutely no one…

Therapists in Gotham:

[theyaluvmee]

Pretty Little Slut || Johnathan Crane

WARNINGS |🦢| ; PinV , unprotected sex , slight breeding (no mention) , like no talking bc idk how to do human interactions very well , dirty talk , out of character Johnathan (prob) , describes his dick a lot smut , fluff .

Johnathan has never been one to be…expressive. You were the one who confessed first, you were the one to say ‘I love you’ first, and you weren’t the one to initiate sex first?

It was an unusually hard day for him, he came home angry, his coworker was on his trail, and needy, because he couldn’t get you off his mind.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling on your phone. You were waiting for him to get home, already in your pajamas (which consisted of pink panties and a plain white shirt you stole from him) when he entered the kitchen, grabbing your phone and setting it aside. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, his hands running up your sides, snaking to cup your breasts through the shirt.

“Missed you so much baby,” He mutters, his kisses starting to trail down to your jaw. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you,”

His hand trails down to your panties, his skilled fingers softly tracing the rim, the cute little bow on the top, your thighs, anywhere he can touch that will turn you on as much as he was.

“John I swear to god if you don’t-“ You start before being cut off by a low moan, he had ripped your panties off. His breath was heavy but he didn’t touch you. He pulled you off the counter by your hips, sending you onto your knees in front of him.

He looks down at you, grabbing the back of your head and shoving it into his pelvis. “You feel how hard I am? All because of you, imagining your slutty little mouth sucking my cock,” He says, you feel wetness pooling in your cunt, most definitely wetting the floor.

You don’t waste any time unbuckling his pants and boxers, pulling them down so they pooled at his ankles. You grabbed the base, Johnathan watching every move, and started to give sloppy kisses to the angry red tip. You could already taste the salty pre-cum when you licked your lips, your tongue darting out so you could rest his heavy cock on your tongue. Your lips wrap around him. Your eyes never leaving his, even when they fill with tears at the stretch.

His hands collect your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he guides your head along his cock, your tongue feeling every vein. You pulled off just enough for his head to be in your mouth, your tongue swirling just where the head and shaft meet, a spot you knew Johnathan melted at. And you were right, his head tilts back and his mouth was slightly agape, his breathing heavy as low pants leave his mouth.

“Fucking hell, such a slut, My pretty little slut.” He moans out. He forces your head down harder, faster. He’s definitely close. Your hands hold onto his thighs for stability, especially when you feel his warm cum shoot down your throat, his eyes rolling back as he releases.

After he regains himself he pulls you up by the hair. He smashes his lips back onto yours, lifting you up to sit you onto the counter. His hands force your legs apart.

“Such a pretty little cunt huh? All wet and needy for me?” He says in a mocking tone, giving your pussy a small smack before grabbing his cock, lining it up with your entrance and pushing it in all at once.

You moan at the intrusion, your throat already raw from when he fucked it. He pushes the shirt up just enough for your tits to show. He roughly pinches your nipples, your body jolting at the feeling.

His pace is rough and fast. One hand presses on your lower abdomen and another holds the cabinet above you. Your ass hangs off the counter, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he fucks you in every since of the word.

“Yeah? Nobody fucks you like I do, but you already know that huh baby,”

He states, the hand that was holding the cabinet coming down to move some hair off of your forehead.

His hips crash into yours, soft groans and pants leave his throat. The hand that was pressing down on your lower abdomen move down to play with your puffy clit, his thumb rubbing fast and tight circles on it.

“G-g’nna cum! Johnny pleasee,” You moan out, eyes rolling back as your back arches. Your hands search for his arms, grabbing the muscle tightly as you cum.

Your walls clench tightly around him, setting off his orgasm. He bends down to bite at your breasts, angry red marks that would be sure to bruise by tomorrow. You felt the warm sticky ropes in you as he came, his hips slowing as to make sure to get every last drop, filling you.

As he came down from his high his head rested on your chest, peppering small kisses along your breasts, being extra careful at the parts he had just attacked. He had pulled out some time later, feeling his cum leaking out of you making small ‘plap!’ sounds as they hit the floor. This makes Johnathan laugh softly, kissing your forehead before taking you to the bathroom to clean you both up.

[tainoidiot]

Rogues x Rogue!Reader headcanons

Maybe the reader was friends with them ( and also had a crush of course) when they were sane, and stuff happened and now they're a new rogue and met each other again at Arkham asylum!

I love how this took me forever to fucking post. (Also look I learned how to add color ooOoooOo)

Rogues x Rogue!reader finding eachother in Arkham.

Jervis Tetch

You used to work alongside him before he went.. mad.

You both were pretty close, friends even. Took lunches together, laughed at inside jokes, Hell it was a real Jim and Pam relationship!

Of course, you hadn't told your friend everything about your life. By day you were a secretly pining coworker of his, but as soon as you clocked out..? You turned to a life of crime.

It was thrilling! It was a revolt from society! (Because we do live in one) It was you having the time of your life. Still, you wished you could've told your friend.

When the news broke out about his crimes, you were only half shocked. The city does fucked shit to its citizens.

Time passed, you never really saw him. Besides a warning on the tv, that's about as close as you guys got... till the GCPD fucked your shit up.

Because of your latest stint, GCPD thought it'd be best to get you some help. Hoping to change your ways.. jk they sent your ass to the Arkham Asylum.

After finally getting settled in, you made your way to the common area. You were bored out of your mind, unsure how to deal with being here. Should you read? Color? Craft? Sit there and look pretty?

Last one sounds good. You took a seat, the lunch table seating wasn't too uncomfortable. It's not like you'd be here for a while anyway. Remembering this, you decided to take in the various characters of the Asylum. Killer Croc playing chess with the Riddler, Harley Quinn learning how to embroider her clothes, The Mad Hatter reading a-

Holy shit, it's him. Jervis!

"My my, look what the gcpd dragged in." You laughed, walking toward him. His eyes glance up, not recognizing you. "Please go away, I'm reading right now." He grumbled, turning a page. "Wow, I would've figured you'd be more excited to see your old coworker." You teased. Jervis placed the book down, looking at you fully now. He got up and laughed, holding you tight in his arms. "You're here! Oh my goodness.. wait how are you in here? You must tell me everything!" Jervis dragged you to sit on his lap, telling him about your adventures as gothams newest villain. With every time he looked at you, your heart grew more and more. You never wanted him to look at you any different again. Perhaps he'd like a sidekick?

Johnathan Crane

Your relationship with him was.. complicated.

University work was tough, but so were you. Him not so much. You often found him in his office squeezing the shit out of a stress ball.

Being that John was a nerd man of intelligence, you could only imagine how many migraines he got grading tests and preparing assignments for his students.

You made his life easier though, buying him lunch and talking about the students.

"I'm sorry, he asked what?" You laughed, almost spitting out your food. "He genuinely asked me why he couldn't pick up the specimen tube with TONGS. As in the utensil for grabbing salads!" His laugh was infectious, you had to admit it. You could listen to him for hours, God this crush was unbearable.

One night you were awoken to your phone buzzing, a call from Johnathan? This late? Nothing good happens after 2 am.. maybe you should leave it.

Besides, if it was so important he'd call again.. which he did.

The call consisted of breathy rambles which were kinda hot, to which you asked what was happening. "Listen. You probably won't hear from me again, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I hope we see eachother again." And then he hung up. No answers, and you were left with more questions.

You became a gotham Rogue, looking for your lost friend in any possible scenario. It wasn't till you saw a broadcast on TV about the Batman finally putting the Scarecrow in handcuffs, charting him off to Arkham. Horrible as it was, he was finally in one place. Time to get arrested!

Fairly quick, they scoop you up and shove you into a cell. That was easy, All you had to do was blow up an apartment complex. What? They're rich, they'll be fine! You take a quick look at the people around you in cells. Poison Ivy, some dude, Johnathan Crane WAIT-

Wow.. it's him. After all these years, he looks different. His hair is longer and unruly, and the dark circles under his eyes have gotten bigger. What a cutie. "Professor Crane!" You yell, hoping to get a laugh out of him. His eyes shot up, looked around, then saw you. Johnathans eyes got as wider than saucers, and you swore you saw his lip curl into a smile if only for a second. Did he miss you? Was he happy to see you? God, all you wanted was to run into him and hold him close. You'll have to wait for recreation time.

Edward Nygma

You had met him at a support group for individuals with trauma. No matter what it was, if you had to get it off your chest and couldn't afford a therapist you went there.

Was it the shit coffee? The stale donuts? The odd smell in the air you're pretty sure was from the carpets? You weren't really comfortable here.

It wasn't until you had a group activity had you actually said something to him. He was fiddling around with a pen and paper, nervously bouncing his leg.

You sat next to him, sipping your water as he wrote. Curious, you tapped his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Sorry! Looks like you were deep in that.. whatever it is you're writing." For some reason, Ed didn't snap at you. He didn't tell you to leave, or fuck off. "It's a puzzle I'm designing."

As Ed explained the ins and outs of the puzzle, you couldn't help but notice how cute it was. You had never met a man so focused.

So you kept in touch with him. A text now and then, meeting up for dinner or lunches, a shoulder to cry on. You were there, it didn't bother you.

However, things changed after he had not texted or called after an entire week has passed. You were scared, so you rushed to his place as quickly as possible.

You slammed your fist onto the door, panicking as you could almost feel the echo it gave off. "Ed? It's me.. Please open the door, I'm worried!" No answer.

"Was it something I said..?" Just like that, you noticed a green glow coming from the door. That's odd.. you grabbed the doorknob and turned, surprised at how easily it opened for you.

From the walls to the floor were papers upon papers of different symbols and mechanical equations. "What the fuck?" You whispered, going further and further into the studio. The green glow, as it turns out, was a large neon sign in the shape of a question mark.

What Ed didn't realize was long before he changed career paths, as did you. So this entire change, though surprising, wasn't beyond you.

There's no telling where he was now, so maybe that chapter of your life closed.

Except that wasn't totally true. The cops thought you were a part of this, as your fingerprints had been found in the area. Dammit, into the Asylum you go..

A few days into your stay, you hear some commotion in the common area. Yelling, no, ARGUING. "I am the smartest man in this room! You fucking idiots wouldn't know what I'm trying to get through your thick skulls!" That voice..

Oh my God it's Edward. And he's changed. Once the crowd dies down, you hop over to his side and tap his shoulder. "I'm WORKING." Ed growled, looking at you as he prepares an insult. But he doesn't. His gaze softens "Its.. you?"

"Yeah.. can we talk?"

Harleen Quinzel

You and Harleen were the best of friends.

Inseparable, and that's the way you liked it.

All you wanted to do was spend time with her. Needless to say, you had a massive crush on her.

How could you tell her about your life of crime though? Would she understand? Would she pull away? It scared you, you didn't ever want to lose her.

However, your worst fear would come true in the form of a clown.

It wasn't long till she'd stop answering your texts, which broke your heart even further.

It was late. 2 A.M to be exact. You couldn't sleep due to the sirens, but you swore there were more than usual.

Nothing good happens after 2 AM. You should just go to bed and sleep it off.. okay a peek outside the window wouldn't hurt. As you stared out the window, you realized it was much more than sirens. It was so much worse. The Joker had invaded your neighborhood, and was doing his usual shit. What an amateur, smiley faces everywhere. We get it, you're a clown.. wait a second. Under the sirens and blaring weapons, you swore you heard a familiar voice. But it couldn't be, could it? You get your gear on and decide to investigate, sneaking around behind the shadows.

It's confirmed. Harleen, now going under the name Harley, was partnered up with the Joker.

And by partnered up, He was frenching her right then and there.

You held back hot tears as you tried to run, but alas, you're a known criminal in a crime scene.

Of course you're taken into custody and eventually thrown into the local Asylum.

While everyone is supposed to be asleep, you found a way to escape your cell and roam around. God this place is dilapidated, we really need more funding.

As you walked the cold empty halls, you could hear two things. Guards playing poker and.. was that sniffling? Crying? Hm.. wouldn't hurt to see who it was. Further investigation led you to a bright blonde wailing into a pillow, occasionally snotting up her tissues. Poor thing. "Psst, hey." You whispered, the blonde stopping to wipe her eyes and look around. "Over here." You replied, waving at her.

The blonde gasps, as do you. She's covered in bruises and cuts, most looking man-made. "Oh my god.. You're here." She cried. Wait a second.. "Harley? Holy shit what happened to you?" You asked, attempting to break the lock as quietly as possible to comfort her. Harley just shrugs, not sure how to answer "Oh you know.. Puddin' got a little mad one day." She attempted to get out, but this just made her cry harder.

After successfully breaking in, you rush to her side. Holding her close and wiping tears away. "Hey its okay.. I got you now. You're safe.." you whispered into her ear.

Pamela Isley

Ah, STEM classes. The ones that tests a students will to live, with the right professor of course.

Why anyone takes this major is beyond me, but hey you didn't mind. The exams were awful, but you had a friend at least.

Pamela Isley. Pammy. Always has her nose in a flower and her head in an equation. A brilliant woman. God you adored this woman.

Pam was quiet, sure. But when she was with you she want on and on about everything.

"You know, when I'm with you.. it's like I can tell you anything." Pam told you as you both sat next to eachother in the campus rec room. You blushed, taking her hand as you smiled. "I feel the same way." You both came to an understanding. But you hadn't told her everything, like what you did after 7 pm.

After she had told you she would be meeting with a professor on who knows what, you just brushed it off as help with a certain question or maybe an upcoming assignment. But afterward, she stopped texting. Completely. You were upset, sure. But if something happened to her? You could never forgive yourself.

You were getting ready for your night on the town, when you noticed something odd growing on your windowsill. Is that.. a Lily? You gently take the petals into your hand, it reminded you of your old.. ahem.. friend.

"It's almost as beautiful as you." You heard from behind you, causing you to jump and turn in fear. The voice came from a young woman, smiling at you with admiration and a bit of fear. "Oh, what? Don't you recognize your old friend?" She cooed into your ear.

"Pam?" You whispered, taking her hand. Before she could get a reply in, GCPD bust down your door and arrest you both on the spot. Apparently just before, Pam had murdered a local businessman because of the harm his buildings construction did to the native plant life in the city.

"How long have you been in crime?" She asked you, sitting across from you in the dining hall.

"I could ask the same for you, Ivy." You teased, taking her hand.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

The Batman 2004's fight scenes were honestly some of the most dynamic I've seen and can you imagine Scarecrow fight scene? What if he sues sickles, and he tries to stab Batman with a fear toxin syringe and he gets injected but brushes it off because he's Just Like That. What about a scene where it switches from a Nightmare Scarecrow and the real Johnathan Crane as Bruce fights against the toxin?

Can you imagine, do you get my vision? Understand me-

[batmanfruitloops]

I have a feeling no-one has ever asked this before but:

Have you ever had any voice Claims(Voice Actors/What they'd Sound Like) for the Gotham Rogues of #ANewGotham?

I've got some ideas for the Dork-Squad here:

Johnathan Crane/ScareCrow-Jeffery Combs(TNBA ScareCrow)/Cillian Murphy(The Dark Knight)

Ed Nygma/Riddler-Josey Montana McCoy(Quiz-BatWheels)

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter-Roddy McDowell(BTAS Mad Hatter)

These are just my ideas, so they may be COMPLETELY different to what you imagine them sounding like.

(PS Your Batman AU is Very Intriguing to me😊)

We've had a couple people ask about specific characters but...

Yes! We have a lot of them decided actually, and we're working on getting a chunk of them out hopefully soon.

As for your thoughts, well, you'll just have to see! But the first part we want to release will have the full trio in it. :)

-Sarsee

(PS response - thank you! It makes us so happy that people like the idea of our au so much!!!)

[avaritia-cognitionis]

Hi, hello, I really need to get these ideas stuck in my head out, PLEASE IF YOU TAKE INSPIRATION OFF OF THESE PLEASE TAG ME IN IT I'D LOVE YOU FOR LIFE.

Batman Drabbles/Headcanon/Oneshot/Random Ideas Dump

Soon to come up with idea dumps for other fandoms too. Please, tag me, like I said above. I'd love to see if you've written something based on any of these. But you don't have to, I'll find it eventually as I scroll through tags of the same characters and fandoms over and over.

Most can be X Readers, Headcanons, or some other stuff. I'll label it if it could be offensive, like yandere works or possible smut, don't worry, but you can totally make any of these have smut/yandere if you so choose. Also, this idea dump thing is a work in progress, and I'll (hopefully) add more later on. And unless I specify a version of the character, it's all up to you!

Normal Prompts/Ideas

Whichever Scarecrow/Johnathan Crane has the Grandma issues, I need a lil thing of some sweet old lady thinking that he's her grandson. Even though he's like, in full scarecrow gear. And this little lady keeps saying he should eat more, cause he's looking thin, or that he's such a ladies man, giggling to herself. He doesn't have the balls to tell her that he's not her grandson...Or that he's a villain. But eventually, he spills the beans that he's not actually her grandson, and that his real granny was a jerk (still won't say that he's the Scarecrow however). And she's just like "I'll be your new grandma, don't you worry sweetie, now come inside, and tell me more about yourself." And this man Is on the verge of tears. After, he now 100% calls her grandma, and will not take shit from anyone about it. Calls often, and always leaves her house with a full stomach and a smile on his face.

Okay, but imagine being someone watching over the Riddler as his probation officer, essentially making sure he doesn't go back to his evil ways, as well as help him rebuild his life. Edward, however doesn't. And slowly, but surely, the two start to bond. Could be platonic or romantic.

Batman dealing with an assassin for hire, not knowing who they are or who hired them. And once he defeats them, he has to hide the look of horror on his face as he takes off their mask and it reveals the identity of his dearest friend. It only dawns on him the next day he hears their name on the news, only confirming that his worst dream has become a reality. So he visits you, not as Batman, but as Bruce. He sees your reasoning, and he can only hope you get better. He doesn't want to have to fight you once more.

Any Villain hunting a security guard down during an Arkham breakout, for whatever reason of your choice. But luckily, another villain, who they have grown close to, comes and saves the day. The only thing they ask for in return, for a place to lay low...AKA, their apartment. Could be platonic or romantic.

A heartbreaker breaks the heart of whichever villain you choose, and a local bartender (who really doesn't care that their main clientele are villains), tries to ease their woes with some comforting words and booze. Could be platonic or romantic.

BTAS Riddler during his rehabilitation meeting an interviewer, of whom he finds their questions unique and refreshing compared to the others. Luckily he sees them at the celebration between Wacko Toys™ and The Riddler, interviewing a few guests. Riddler tells them to relax and let loose a little, and to get off the job and dance with him. Luckily, they're more than happy to oblige.

Song Inspired prompts/Ideas

Once again, if you like the song/idea but not the character, you can totally change it, it's your story not mine. And if you think a song doesn't match the prompt, then I literally don't care, cause I'm not seeing you write a fuckton of Batman shit. /j (I do actually care, just please don't say anything)

Arkham Riddler - Best Friends, right? (Amy Winehouse)

Riddler and the character have a rocky relationship/friendship. Things never get physical, obviously, it's normally quips at the others intelligence or deep rooted insults. But you slowly start to realize it's his way of keeping you out, he's afraid to trust you. To let you in. It's up to you how the story goes. Could be platonic or romantic.

Any Villain - Hold Up (Beyoncé)

Any villain helping a friend (or crush, depending on the kind of story you want it to be), beat up an ex of theirs. Imagine them ranting to them about how bad they were to them, and they're just like "Fuck them! We should jump them!" And they're just like "FUCK YEAH." Could be platonic or romantic.

Capullo Riddler - Year Zero (Ghost)

If you read the comic Zero Year, you'll know that he calls his reign on Gotham city "Year Zero", so whenever I hear the song I think about him promising how great his reign will be to his partner in crime, promising them how unstoppable they'll be, just him and them on the top of the world. Could be platonic or romantic.

Riddler - Me and Your Mama (Childish Gambino)

I don't know, whenever I hear this song I just feel like it's repressed feelings coming out. So I thought of Riddler and whomever getting high with each other, having a good time, then he started to reveal his feelings for them. Honestly, you can totally switch Riddler out for someone else, it's up to you.

TW/Not for everyone

Including the song fics, and normal Prompts.

Prompts

(TW: YANDERE) Whichever villains you desire all talk about their obsessions, how they make them feel ect, but as each person talks about their obsessions, they slowly start to realize they are all obsessed over the same person. Whether they team up or not is up to you, but there is definitely tension in the room when they all figure it out. And the first person to figure it out is now looking among the group as they speak about the same person in shock, rage, and more or less, well, dying on the inside. UGH THE DRAMA!

(TW: POSSIBLE/IMPLIED SMUT) This was originally made to be a headcanon thing, but it could be anything of your choice! (within reason, cause not all of them would do this) any villain as a "paypig" (also known as someone who likes someone dominating them financially, like taking their money. While some just give them the money not expecting anything and simply find that hot, others can want to be degraded or publicly humiliated.) I was thinking it could mostly be any version of the Riddler (Looking at you BTAS and Paul Dano Riddler fans) or the Penguin, but feel free to choose any villain. Whether they leave it for them in their apartment or send it to them online, depending on when the series takes place, is all up to you. Go ham with it.

(TW: YANDERE) Dealing with Two-face as a new employee at the asylum, specializing in anger management, exclusively for him, funded by Bruce Wayne. And while to them it seems to not be working at all, to Harvey it's a different story. You've caught their eye, and they're gonna hunt you till the ends of the earth, whether you want them to or not. (And then I added a quote because I thought it up just now, pretty swag if you ask me)

"This wasn't chance this time, no, it was fate. You came to the asylum just to help little old us, and then you start to grow on us. And I know we started to grow on you. This was more than luck, no, it was destiny, my love. We belong together."

(TW: THIS COULD BE CONSIDERED YANDERE, IDK THOUGH) Riddler keeping his eye on a little private detective, impressed that they were smarter than the average Gothamite. Soon, before he can give them a real challenge, he finds out they're leaving town, never to return. He doesn't understand, you'd never be out of a job in a city like this! That was until he heard that a certain villain tried to nab them, to get rid of the only interesting thing in this god-forsaken place. No, this will not STAND! Now, he's going to give the little detective a letter, if they're as smart as he hopes, then they'll know where to meet him. He hopes to make you... Reconsider your plans on going. Could be platonic or romantic.

(TW: YANDERE, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE) This was made to be Headcanons, but do what you will with it. Any villain/hero finds their kidnapped 'partner' with a gun, threatening to kill themselves if they don't get out, or at the very least be able to go outside more. The character of your choice will have to try and coax them out of it, how they do it and how it ends is entirely up to you.

(TW: HOLY FUCK, SMUT) Okay, here me out, I'd love some mutual masterbation between Young Justice and his partner....Then again, it's more that he jacks off and says out loud what he's thinking about, and they just listen with great interest about how much he wants to please them, to hear their breath quiver. His whimpers of excitement when you get closer to him are heavenly. Yeah, just a thought.

(TW: YANDERE) Look, I love Scarecrow as much as the next. But it's honestly weird how much of his yandere stuff is that he's fallen for an ex-student of his. I mean, yeah they're consenting adults, but geez, kinda weird. To me, a more viable way for a teacher scarecrow to have a person of interest is another teacher, or if you like it, a student-teacher. Think about it, for a normal teacher, he sees that they are more favored than him by students, so he cares to ask how to make his class more engaging. Romantic tension ensues, but nothing becomes of it because they want to "be professional", too bad he's anything but. And for a student-teacher, It'd be that they're learning how to be a responsible teacher, and have great interest in the subject of fear, although that is not what they will be teaching. Scarecrow considers them to be his assistant, and decides to get to know them more. Too bad he's gotten a bit attached. Either way, both of these ideas end the same way in my head, the ex-teacher, Jonathan Crane, revealing his new identity, the Scarecrow, to the public. And he's made sure his lovely little teacher has front row seats~ (P.S. Please don't attack anyone who has written scarecrow x student stuff, obviously they are both adults, and have the right to say no. This is not shade to them. I just wanted another option for those who feel uncomfortable with that, but like teacher Scarecrow. Thank you ^^)

Song Inspired

Scarecrow - Tonight you Belong to Me (Patience & Prudence)

(TW: YANDERE) I have two ideas for this. 1) he chases a victim of his down, but they don't know how much he knows about them. Or 2) Dancing with a kidnapped victim significant other of his to this song, humming the words of the song in their ear, trying to be romantic and ease their nerves, but it doesn't help at all.

Any Villain(s)- Back to Black (Amy Winehouse)

(TW: DEATH) The villain(s) of your choice go to a good friend's funeral, saddened by their recent departure, and decide to attend undercover. Sadly, not many arrive at the funeral, and even worse, they are asked to say a few kind words for the departed. Now it's just got a bit more complicated than just grieving, do they decide a lie about how they knew them, bend the truth? It's all up to you. Meant to be platonic, but could be romantic repressed feelings.

Anyone - This Year (The Mountain Goats)

(TW: IMPLIED DEATH/BREAKUP) Any person of your choice dealing with the first year without their significant other, made to be headcanons, but honestly you do you.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, arkham asylum, inmate mentions

I sat at my desk with my feet propped up on the top of it. I was utterly focused on the book in my hands, tapping my foot to the beat playing over the radio. The chair creaked as I leaned back. The fan whirled softly in the background. As the song changed, i started to hum along. My eyes flickered up to see victor zsaz walk past. He raised his hand in greeting and I smiled back at him. I turned back to my book and flipped the page.

“knock knock.” I looked up again to see Johnathan crane standing in the doorway. “Slow day?” I nodded as I pulled my feet off the desk and replaced them with my book.

“Beyond slow.” I sighed as I stood up and stretched, feeling my joints pop as I did. “Only person who came in was nygma. For the new riddle book.” Johnathan nodded as I walked to the other side of the desk and leaned against it. Johnathan walked over to one of the shelves and started to browse.

“we’re getting a new inmate.” He said off handedly, looking over at me. “Carmine falcone.” I nodded as I watched him.

“I heard. How’d you swing that?” I asked, an amused smile on my face. Johnathan shrugged and gave me a sly smile.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He said, amusement clear in his voice. “The man is suffering from suicidal tendencies. I’m just providing him the care he needs and his right.” I laughed and shook my head.

“Johnathan…” I walked over to him and wrapped my arm around his. “Planning on giving him a taste of what he’s been bringing in for you?” Johnathan nodded as he picked up a few discarded books, breaking away from me to shelve them for me.

“I plan on administering the medicine as often as needed.” Johnathan smirked at me. I nodded and walked back over to him, turning so I was leaning against a table. Wrapping his tie around my hand, I tugged him over to me gently. Johnathan reached up and took off his glasses, pocketing them before cupping my cheeks. “I think it’s time for your medicine though.” He whispered as I gave another tug to his tie, forcing him to close the distance and kiss me. I hummed happily against his lips as my other hand reached up to card through his hair.

“oh! Uh sorry.” We broke apart at the sound of Harley’s voice. “Sorry.” She said sheepishly as she walked fully into the room. “Dr. Crane. (Y/N). Just…ignore me. Sorry.” She smiled at us and darted to the romance section. I laughed and let my head fall against johnathans shoulder.

“take your time Harley!” I called back. “The new ones are on top!” A squeal of excitement told me she found them and was already browsing through them. “Pick this up later?” I asked as I smoothed out johnathans tie and righted his jacket. He nodded before giving me a chaste kiss.

“I look forward to it.” He whispered before ducking out of the room.

[scorpiussage]

Johnathan Crane + Cherry Pop

Pairing: Johnathan Crane x Reader

Warnings: shameless smut

For anon

He’s never done it before - never had the time (that’s what he tells himself) and he knows it’s normal to be apprehensive. (He’s not afraid; that’s ridiculous.)

He took his time selecting who would get this privilege— who would show him just what those monkey brained buffoons in high school were so obsessed with. You were a fellow psychology professor at Gotham University and one of the only people he’s ever been able to stand for an extended amount of time. (The fact that you’re easily the most beautiful woman on campus helps)

He’s invited you over to his apartment and cooked a dinner with known aphrodisiacs such as oysters, figs, and chocolate. You look lovely with a pleasant flush to your cheeks as you sip your wine, your eyes hooded and dark as you eye him. Admittedly, he’s feeling the effects just as much as you and he adjusts himself so that his arm covers his erection.

You see it though, and you lick your lips in anticipation at what’s underneath his neat, perfectly tailored suit. He’s a private, distant man, though, and so you know if things are to go any further, you’re going to have to initiate it. And you do.

You stand up from your seat, setting your wine glass aside, and you saunter your way over to where he’s sat on his loveseat. You climb onto his lap, straddling his legs and he eyes you with visible apprehension. You lean in slowly, giving him time to push you away if he’s not feeling it.

Your first kiss with him is a gentle thing; just a peck really. You pull back slightly, carefully cataloging his reaction. His brow is furrowed and he looks to be deep in thought. But he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you still so that you can’t go anywhere.

After a few moments of quiet contemplation, he tugs you forward and reconnects your lips. You match his tentative rhythm, easing him into the act. Once he starts pressing forward more insistently, you lick his bottom lip, coaxing him to open his mouth to you. He does hesitantly and you push your tongue forward, licking into his mouth and tasting the wine you were both just drinking.

He lets out a low groan at the taste of you, his kissing becoming more heated and fervent as he runs his hands down your sides to rest on your hips.

You pull back, the both of you panting, and you grind down onto his clothed cock, smirking as he lets out a curse and jerks in place beneath you.

“Wanna move this to your room?” You ask kindly, your fingers running enticingly over the buttons of his shirt and tugging at the knot of his tie.

He watches the you with eyes blown so wide that you can barely see the icy blue. He nods and you get off of him, following him down the hall of his apartment to his sparsely decorated and too-neat bedroom. He stands there awkwardly for a long time, watching you from behind his glasses. Those are the first things that you decide should go.

Reaching up, you carefully remove them, folding them up and setting them on the bedside table.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” You say before moving in to begin kissing him again. He mimics your movements with unerring accuracy, and every touch you give to him, he follows right behind to you.

You pull off his tie, opening the collar of his shirt and moving your kisses to his lean throat. He tugs you closer, pressing your body against his and grinding his cock against your hips. Once you get his shirt off, you push him down onto the bed and you tell him, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

His jaw ticks and he looks angry but you don’t give him a chance to say anything in reply because you’re climbing on top of him and capturing his mouth in another, heated kiss.

The clothes just seem to melt off of your bodies after that. You have to help him with your bra, but once it’s off he’s burying his face in your breasts, nipping at your nipples with harsh, biting kisses.

You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it and running your thumb over the tip and marveling at the bead of precum that follows.

You lift your hips, lining yourself up over him and he watches with rapt attention as you sink down onto him. He throws his head back as he feels your clenching heat envelop him, a whimpering groan tearing out of his throat.

You weren’t lying when you said he was beautiful, he is with these lean, corded muscles and long sure hands. And he fills you up in the best way, the head of his cock bumping your cervix and rubbing that pleasure spot inside you.

You brace your hands on his stomach, lifting yourself up and you start earnestly riding him, moaning out at every movement. He watches you like he’s never seen anything like you before, his gaze open and dumbfounded.

Then his eyes track to your bouncing breasts, his mouth opening almost unconsciously as he leans up and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He pops off your tit and practically growls up at you, “Faster.”

Grabbing your hips in a bruising grip, he starts controlling your movements, bouncing you harder and faster on himself.

“Johnathan!” You gasp, trying to find purchase by wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life. The sound of his name from your lips makes him feral as he pushes you down onto the bed, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, and pounding into you with earth shattering force.

You become practically incoherent with the pleasure, babbling up at him and begging him for you-don’t-know-what.

He doesn’t really give you any warning for when he’s close, all you have as an indicator is the furrowing of his brow and the stuttering of his hips. He cums in you, his cock buried as deep as it’ll go, and his eyes tracking over you with this wild look.

You reach down and start furiously rubbing your clit, not hardly taking anything to orgasm yourself. Your pussy clenches and tries to suck him back in when he pulls out.

He leans back on his heels, keeping your legs spread wide as he watches his cum drip out of your used hole with avid fascination.

“You’re going to come here tomorrow afternoon after work,” he tells you, his eyes never straying from your cunt, “And I’m going to fuck you again.”

He might’ve understood then just why other men were so obsessed with sex.

…

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[futurefamousdeadmusician]

Hideout - Johnathan Crane x !Sister Pt. 2

Author's Note; Alrighty, here is pt.2! let me know if this is something i should continue!

Summary; Lillian Crane is on the run. Out of luck and out of time, she only has one place left to go. After turning up at her brother's high rise apartment she hopes to just lie low for a little while. Can John help his little sister outrun international authorities, or will the past, present, and future all find their way into her hideout?

“Hello, bother.” The short, thin man stood unmoving before Lillian, his piercing blue eyes examining her in this disheveled state, judging almost. After wondering why she never inherited the blue eyes given to her bother at birth she sometimes questioned whether or not they were related at all. This never lasted long. Their defined features, dark hair, and devilish inclinations would always prove that for better or worse, the pair was blood. 

“Can I come in, John,” Lillian asked, trying her hardest to maintain a confident air to her words though she wanted nothing more than to take off her drenched clothes, take a warm peaceful shower, and sleep for the next 12 hours. John’s eyes snapped up to meet his sisters and stepped to the side out of the doorway. 

“Of course.” Without missing a beat she dragged her belongings through the door. 

“Be carful with the bags,” Johnathan strained, “don’t ruin my rugs.” Lillian huffed at this.

“Jesus Christ they are fine.” Maybe she shouldn’t be this hostile with her newest host, she thought. This was practically the last place she had to go. When she turned around after the door was shut and locked she could already see the look of annoyance on her brother’s tired face. She took a step back to the entrance, away from his pristine furniture, and laid her wet belongings on the mat in front of the door. They both stood in uncomfortable silence as she removed her dripping coat and hung it on the neighboring rack alongside John’s designer, well-tailored coats. It was beginning to cool down in the city. Fall was approaching and that meant the rainy season. Though in Gotham it felt as if it was always the rainy season. After slipping off her shoes and brushing the damp hair from her face, Lillian took a step forward in order to break the growing silence. 

“Quite the place you got here. Definitely a step up from the last.” She was referring to the old, college apartment Johnathan had rented during the final years of university. As an orderly, quiet character, John hated the constant noise coming from other residents as they threw ragers every weekend night. The trash that flooded the hallways after each gathering disgusted Johnathan and he counted down the days until his new position at Arkham would allow him to live in a place much more suitable to his tastes. Lillian looked around with hands on her hips in mild astonishment. For someone as detached to popular culture as her brother, the apartment was decorated in accordance with the newest trends. Sleek grey couches, sophisticated house plants, and his precious ornate rugs. Shit, there was even wall decor of city landscapes and generic flower arrangements. Johnathan interrupted her thoughts. 

“Well I’m happy you find it acceptable, considering I didn’t know you would be here at this ungodly hour.” “Yeah,” she trailed on, turning to face him, “sorry about that. Wasn’t the initial plan.” She smoothed out her long pants casually and sat down on the edge of the couch she had just admired. John took a hasty step forward, waving his hand like you would at an untrained dog. 

“Off the furniture, you’re still drenched.” Lillian stood up with an eye roll and took a dramatic step away from the sectional. 

“Alright, fine.” She threw her hands up and looked down at the floor. Even at her age, being reprimanded by her brother made her feel less-than. It made her feel like a little kid getting caught sneaking candy before dinner. Often it was Johnathan who was looking out for her wellbeing and not her parents or the many in house servants that the family was afforded. John ran a hand over his tired face. 

“Just go take a shower and don’t bother me till morning, ok?” he asked, nicer this time, if he could be ‘nice’ at all. Lillian offered him a small smile and nodded. She walked over to the door began to rummage through her suitcase. She hadn’t exactly had much time to pack given the unfavorable circumstances, so it was difficult to dig out a complete set of clothes, of which she didn’t have much to begin with. She liked to travel light, always being on the move. Comes with the territory. She arose back to standing with a large t shirt and a pair of sweatpants. 

“Bathroom?” She asked to her bother, still wearing his unmoving stoic expression. He huffed and took a step towards the hall way just to the left of the living area. 

“Down here, on your right.” 

“Thank,” she responded quietly and walked down to the entrance without looking back. Lillian figured that if she just gave her brother the night to calm down, everything could be sorted out in the morning. The grey tile bathroom was in pristine condition, as was the rest of the residence. It wasn’t clear if John himself maintained the apartment, or he hired another to do so. Knowing her brother, it was her best guess that he himself cleaned his home. He had never been one to let others touch his belongings. The shower was nice. Lillian had taken out a few of John’s unused toiletries from under the sink. Nice shampoo, expensive soap, and freshly laundered cotton towels. All of these products and more were clearly meant for a woman, so why had her perpetually single brother kept them under his sink? Maybe he had been talking to someone. This thought made Lillian happy, some new social interaction would be good for him. All he needed was someone who accepted his weird ticks. Maybe things were looking up for him. After exiting the shower she dried herself and changed into the pajamas she had brought. It was hard to comb out her hair with John’s small comb, but she managed. She would dig out the rest of her belongings tomorrow. For now she needed to sleep. Leaving the bathroom, she walked down the hallway until she saw a light still on under John’s door. Hesitantly, she knocked. Immediately regretting the decision she turned around and began to retreat into the living room to sleep on the couch, but faintly from behind the door, John called,

“Come in.” She slowing opened the door to find her brother, still with an expression mixed with annoyance and mild anger. He cocked an eyebrow as to beckon her to begin with whatever she had come to bother him with. He sat as his desk with a small notebook propped open and was referencing it as he typed on his computer. Only he would be working at this hour. 

“You’re not back to sleep?” Lillian questioned. He signed and his annoyance intensified. 

“Well after being awoken at this god-awful hour, I can’t seem to go back to sleep.” Lillian looked down at her feet, ashamed. 

“I’m sorry.” He merely let out a small hum to signify that he heard her response. To break the silence, she continued. 

“I really didn’t think I would have had to come today. But after Rudy called me and told me to get the fuck out, I wasn’t sure and I…” letting her voice slowly fall to a silence, she looked back up at John to witness his reaction to her explanation. When Lillian had initially called her brother from god knows where, in all honestly, she had forgotten as well, she told him that she needed a place to lay low for a while and expected to make it into Gotham the night of the 14th. Surprisingly, after a late evening call from one of her cohorts, she had to pack up and leave at a moments notice. With nowhere to go, the girl had went ahead and made the trip to her brother’s apartment a few days early. Think of it as a surprise of sorts. His face softened and she swore she could almost see him nod ever so slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was understanding exactly, but she assumed it was mostly again a gesture of assurance that he heard and comprehended her response, nothing more. Feeling empowered to go further, she continued, taking a few steps closer to his desk.

“I’m sorry I woke you up, but thank you for answering the door.” John nodded again, this time Lillian was certain it was from understanding. She knew with a little wearing down, she held a soft spot in her brother’s heart. A small smile crossed her lips. She opened her arms while standing next to him seated at his desk. 

“You didn’t even say hello,” she teased quietly. He stood up, reluctantly, and embraced his sister. John was never much for hugs, or physical affection of any kind for that matter. She is sure he had held her when she was a baby, and she had faint memories of him rubbing her back as a toddler when she had trouble sleeping. Other than that, she seldom got a hug from him. He didn’t stand much taller than her but his wide frame encompassed her body. Lillian’s arms wrapped around his neck and squeezed while John’s arms lightly found their way to her back. Softly she said. 

“I missed you.” A few seconds passed before he said, almost in a whisper. 

“You too.” 

[fruitvampart]

💙💙Loved that you made Johnathan Crane Jewish!!! It's so jarring (in a good way) to see Scarecrow happily participating in a religion, especially after multiple comic issues dealing with his trauma due to Christianity. Can you tell me why your Scarecrow decided to become Jewish?

THANK YOU I've been waiting for this question. I imagine Jon would have already had a good amount of knowledge about judaism and other religions, since he's a reader and would be curious, but for obvious reasons, would avoid joining anything religion-related for a long time. What makes Jon fall in love with judaism is over time after he found his found-family among fellow rogues in arkham who happen to be jewish, and they share their culture with him. I can see him thriving in a jewish community where his complicated feelings about religion/g-d/etc. are accepted and his many questions encouraged. He strikes me as someone who has lost faith completely, but longs for Something, not necessarily religion or g-d, but community. His home was never safe, he must've felt like he never truly had a home or family, and I can see him finally feeling like he's found those things he's longed for in his jewish community. Somewhere safe, where he's allowed to have his questions and complex feelings about religion be encouraged and accepted.

Those who know will know, but g-d is quite complicated in judaism and extremely different from christianity's concept of a god. G-d is personal and differs based on whoever you ask and you can even be atheist and jewish even if you convert. Even if you do believe in g-d in some way, too, which I imagine is how Jon would have an atheistic view of g-d. You're encouraged to question and form your own thoughts and have conversations about it. G-d wrestling, baby!!

I also think it would be an interesting way for him to face an overcome his fears related to religion. I know for me at least, it's definitely been an empowering experience.

[evita-shelby]

Miss. Smith

Cw: sex, role-playing, gaslighting, power play, mention of slavery

Minors dni🔞

Gif by @slut4thebroken

She’s collected many costumes throughout her career, and they have put them to good use as any couple with an active imagination and healthy sex life would do.

She has been a nurse, a dominatrix, a horse trainer and this week, a dime a dozen secretary.

Eva is an assassin when she is not running a shipping company, and while that has given her enough ability to act, she was very fond of method acting.

Especially when they fucked.

He only has his masks; he is either the Scarecrow or Doctor Crane.

Doctor Crane sometimes lets his lover do what she wants, the Scarecrow makes the assassin his submissive little whore.

Tonight, or today ---he has been busy working on some research he’s forgotten what time it is--- Johnathan wants to play as someone else.

The tight pencil skirt gave him an idea.

“You forgot my coffee, Miss Smith.” He sat back as she raised an eyebrow and kept drinking her coffee.

“The kitchen is right there, Dr. Crane.” The woman said defiantly, coming to sit at his desk, crossing her legs enticingly and giving him a glimpse at what she wasn’t wearing underneath.

“Such unprofessional behavior, Miss Smith, I should remind you who is the boss and who is the subordinate.” Crane smirked.

Wouldn’t that judge she’s keeping an eye on lose his shit if he’d discover the sexy secretary has a man who never lets her leave unfucked.

Just a few days ago he’d convinced her to wear the vibrating panties and turned them on all the way while he was in the court house dealing with work and the nosy attorney.

Eva had been so wet by the time she cornered him, she hadn’t even bothered to make sure they were alone when she grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into an empty filing closet.

He'd politely lied and implied any resemblance between his girlfriend with the temp was due to ingrained anti-latino sentiments Rachel Dawes may have.

Eva had been shaking with arousal, eyes so dilated they had looked black and when she came she had him wishing they were more than just fuck buddies.

But Ducard and the League of Shadows own her and he decides who gets to breed the lovely assassin immune to all of his fear poisons and father her replacement.

Johnathan wants to be that man, Ducard’s pet project can go fuck himself.

“Maybe you should.” She let her stocking clad foot come rest on his lap before dragging it across his inner high. Always ready to jump his bones as if she’d been given an aphrodisiac.

He has tried that, he tries a lot his drugs on her to test her immunity.

The aphrodisiac had him taking a week off work because she refused to let him go. Not that he minded, he was intoxicated with it too.

So intoxicated they’d even fucked Bruce Wayne when he made the mistake of scheduling drinks with her for business. Then after Wayne, Ducard’s lovely daughter and some others who crossed their paths.

A week he’d never forget.

But not for the reasons you’d think. Jonathan Crane knew exactly what he’d demand Ra’s al Ghul for in exchange for mass production of his most dangerous creation yet.

“On your knees, Miss Smith.” He ordered her after taking her coffee for effect. “Put your smart mouth of yours to good use and I might forget about this incident.”