#& just JUST

[ninjasmudge]

whats_up_danger.mp4

(anyway kaiju mk>>>>>>)

[softshuji]

Far into a serious relationship, there's Something about laughing and joking with shuji about who loves who more. And he says it's undoubtedly him that loves you more, and you're asking him why, expecting a goofy response or something funny like he usually gives you, until he smiles gently, and honestly, the kind that's incredibly reserved and not at all like him and says "cos one day pretty girl, you're gonna find someone who actually deserves you more aren't you? You won't be needin' me anymore huh?"

[riddle-me-ri]

Harley Quinn! or Arkham Knight! Scarecrow and soft dominant! female or gender neutral reader, please?

I think anyone had any thoughts about "using" the noose around the neck of John's suit to strangle him a bit, right? Well, the reader can do not only that, but also ride John. I also consider the fact that he would allow someone like that as a sign of a strong enough trust.

A/N: hnng–anon when I tell you this request FUCKED me up I sincerely mean it. Like holy shit, AAHHH. I decided to take a dive off into the deep end and went with Arkhamverse Scarecrow. This is my first time writing for him solo and it’s smut on top of that! Let’s go lads! Also sorry not sorry for the title I couldn't resist, let me be corny damnit 

Trigger Warning:  explicit sexual content, cowgirl position, piv intercourse, choking/gagging, idk if this counts but Scarecrow refers to you as a pet and you call him professor so…name play? Not quite roleplay though…and strong language.

Word Count: 1.5 k

Arkhamverse Scarecrow x F!Reader - Save a Horse, Ride a Scarecrow

Adrenaline, mixed with lust and spiced with a smidgen of anxiety laced your veins and sent your nerves aflame. 

You've heard that the Scarecrow was void of all fear…some rumored him to be void of all emotion. 

Oh, you doubted that. You wanted to test that rumor and lay it to rest even just for your own morbid curiosity…much like the curiosity of a certain ex-Professor. 

You knew the main reason Jon even kept you around was because you are different. 

You are resilient, resourceful…but also careless and impulsive. A perfect test subject one might say. Fear is something that can be faced either head on or with some form of tact but the results always vary.

To say you are intriguing…almost amusing was a surprise. You stood the test of time, often being the constant in most of his tirades against the city.

You always rose to the occasion, so he decided to "keep you close" so to speak. He even slowly began revealing his inner most thoughts in miniscule moments of vulnerability you thought had long vanished from the stoic man.

Now all you can think about is getting closer to the professor. For all his brilliance and determination…you wanted to break him down like he tried so many others. Like he has tried to do to you.

Perhaps not by fear, but something more pleasurable. 

"Professor…" You purred into his ear from behind. 

He glances at you over his shoulder. Emotionless for now. "Hmm…what is it, pet?" 

"May I be so selfish to ask for your attention…for a moment?" 

Crane blinked, slightly annoyed to stop his task, but intrigued by your motives.

He turned around on his dilapidated office chair almost perfectly for your upcoming assault. 

Crane didn't have a chance to question you as you straddled his lap, he immediately grabbed your waist out of instinct. 

The sharp intake of breath from Crane made you grin to the side. 

"What's the meaning of thi-"

You shushed him. “Relax, Professor…you can do that for me? At the very least?” 

Before Jonathan could make a retort, you teasingly grinded on his groin causing him to groan instead. To further ensure he didn’t argue your hypothesis, you crashed your lips onto his. 

You kissed, licked, and nibbled the mangled bits of his lips, you reveled in how he finally gave into his own desires of human contact which he couldn’t deny any longer, especially in your presence. 

You pulled back slightly, glancing at him, eyes scanning from his face down. Studying him if you will. 

You leaned your weight over to lean on the thigh of his good leg as opposed to the one still in a brace. You scooted back for a moment to unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees. 

Not once did he argue or make a sly remark, too busy breathing deeply, trying to catch a breath to his growing steady heartbeat. 

Maybe…he was just as curious as you were. 

"It'll take more than you straddling me to hng-" 

Perhaps you spoke too soon. 

Without so much as a second thought, you grabbed the knot to the hangman noose that was strewn over his neck. You jerked it, causing it to slightly tighten around his neck; cutting off his remark. 

"Of course it will. Such a dignified man as yourself, but we're just getting started…" You tugged the noose to move his head to the side of yours. You whispered the rest in his ear, "...Professor." 

You let go of the knot and Crane's upper body fell back into the chair. He growled in agitation but didn't speak any further. 

Once his pants and underwear were pulled back a little past his knees. You assumed your previous position back in his lap. 

You let a sly smirk appear on your lips, getting high off the delightful view of his arousal for you. He can try and deny it vocally, but he knows more than anyone about the human body’s natural reactions to certain stimulations. 

Jonathan’s grunts were muffled as you kissed his lips again, passionately. He tried to keep your tongue from submerging past his lips, but one nip to his lips and you were able to make your tongue at home in the warm cavern of his mouth. Licking and flicking along his tongue and teeth. 

Your lips vibrated slightly as Jon groaned into your lips as you teasingly rubbed your lower lips up and down along the head of his cock. Slowly sliding his cock into you.

You despise how easy his noises make you even more drenched than you started. Especially when he groans at just even the fraction of pressure you give his dick or the delicious growl he lets out when you finally sheath yourself fully and completely on him. 

Oh God, it’s been too damn long since you’ve gotten any. 

You slowly peeled your lips away from his and began marking out kisses and bites all over his skin. Small pants began puffing onto your shoulder as you slowly began building up the pace. The very tip of him nearly hitting your cervix, each time you thrusted fully to the hilt. 

“P-Professor…mmm…fuck…”

Jon responds with more grunts and moans as his gloved fingers tighten around your bare waist. No doubt leaving some bruises of his own on your skin. 

You continued your bouncing on his hips, getting high of the friction and tension slowly welling up in your stomach. You could tell Jonathan was also enjoying himself, as his head occasionally leaned back, giving your hungry lips more access to other parts of his neck. 

The whines of the rusted beaten old chair, pants, moans, the squelching of your juices every time you connected to Jon; resulted in a cacophony of passion that filled the entire room. 

You began thrusting faster and faster on his lap, slowly dangling over the edge of ecstasy that you so craved and that you wanted Jonathan to experience. To prove he wasn’t void of all emotion, especially not one was prevalent as fear like pleasure. 

“Pro-Prof-…Jonathan…” You whined as your body began locked in rhythm of thrusting almost all the way out and then thrusting yourself fully back into him. No longer able to keep up with his title.

Jonathan groans, lolling his head back once more. “You’re doing very well, pet…”

It was too late for you to take back the pathetic swoon you let out at his praise. Jonathan lifted his hand up to his chest and grabbed the piece of rope dangling from his noose. 

You looked down, slowing your movements to see what he was doing–only for him to swiftly thrust up into you, almost knocking the air out of you. 

“Don’t–Don’t stop…mmm…use…use it–” He groaned, holding out the rope to you. 

Oh, so the Professor was kinky, you had always suspected it but could never pin down which kinks. 

Absolutely elated by the revelation, you snatched the noose and made quick work of building the pace you set earlier. 

You gasped every time he decided to match your thrusts with his own, you could feel him hitting your cervix each time and it made you gasp out. You felt like you were being split into two in the most delicious way possible. 

Not forgetting your newfound permission, as your thrusts quickened, your walls tightened around his cock like a vice. Every time he gasped as your pussy choked him, you also tightened the noose around his neck. Further robbing his breath away. 

“Agh-hnng..” Jon choked out, but you felt his cock get stiffer inside you. 

Between the rope, the friction, his sounds; you were close to your breaking point. 

Your nerves were on fire, that prickling sensation of your muscles slowly going to sleep from the straddle position you have put them in for too long. You didn’t care, they were going to be revigorated in a minute. 

You planted yourself still on his cock as the rest of your limbs erupted into shakes and shivers. Your walls gripped him like a leech to flesh, sucking him, choking him…much like his upper half. 

You heard a few more gurgled groans as you tightened the noose around his neck one last time and stronger than before. 

Between your suffocating climax and the tingling sensation in his brain as his oxygen was reduced. Crane quickly joined you in the afterglow. 

By the end, you were both panting for breath as you rested your head into his shoulder. You let go of the noose and let your arms fall to your side. 

“Eek–Jonathan! Ow!” 

He pinched the skin of your buttocks. “That’s for calling me Jonathan…you know your place…pet.” He chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes. “Are you so sure…Professor…cause from where I am…” You straightened up and leaned back on your haunches, still in his lap. “You’re the pet…”

Jonathan scoffed. “Don’t get cocky…pet. I let you…take control. Listen closely…I let you.” 

You nodded. “I know…and…thank you…for letting me.”

“Good girl…” He growled.

You slowly got up from his lap. You worried that you would get wrapped up in a round two more sooner than you were prepared for after calling you that. You collected your bottoms and Jonathan made work pulling his underwear and pants back up. 

“May I ask what…motivated such an act?” Jon perked up. 

You giggled at the thought now, realizing how ridiculous it all was. “Just a little experiment of my own, Professor. And the results more than satisfactory…”

[jus-alilcomforblelad]

pacing about that one doctor who video essay that frames 12's first episode as an autistic allegory. feeling so normal about this

[nixii-sabre]

Lore dumb about your ocs

As a treat

*blinks at your creatures*

OH HI

uh uh uh i hAVE TOO MUCH LORE ITS TOO MUCH TO COMPREHEND WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT AAAAAA

uHm- uh- er- eh- rnhjfrgrfrceff

Ask literally any questions to anyyy of my creeturs ive posted on tumblr which... im actually not sure how many I have posted... i should.. do that. actually. thank you for reminding me i will post my children soon. as of right now i think it's only the ones you have seen and ofc necro who is always on my page Uuhggdf just ask away i love answring oc questions rghfrg

[angelbvn]

AHH ‘M SO HAPPY RN AH

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

People who.

Touch other people’s things.

Just because they don’t know.

What to do with their hands.

Make me so mad.

Bring your own fucking pencil to stim with,

bReNdA.

[ilona-mushroom]

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[dio7r]

[tothechaos]

this is what every tiktok screenshot looks like to me

[yujateaandpi]

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

[ciderjacks]

Sometimes I’m reminded that in universe Chilchuck is an actually influential figure who like. Made huge advancements for his people and community. Like as in gave them rights and protections. And who is widely known by half-foots because of that. Like. He’s not just some guy.

Idk For some reason that just makes his role in canon really funny to me. Like this older, extremely important and accomplished figure is just willingly putting himself thru it for the sake of this random autistic 26 year old.

[necromimetics]

can’t stop thinking about my friend’s cishet partner who said last night that he doesn’t think anyone is the same gender. god-tier take.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again