#Johnathan crane fanfiction

[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.”

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Masterlist (Cillianmesoftlyyy)

Last updated: 11/19/24

As requested, here yah go my lovelies! Series are indented separately to keep them together. One-shot stories are listed in numbered format. Requested fics have a "⭐️"

Neil Lewis (Watching the Detectives 2007):

The Gumshoe is a Girl's Best Friend (fluff)

Horror Movies (smut) Horror Movies Pt 1 Horror Movies Pt2

As You Wish (smut) As You Wish Pt 1 As You Wish Pt 2 ⭐️

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders):

In Love, in War (smut): In Love, in War Pt 1 In Love, in War Pt 2 In Love, in War Pt 3 In Love, in War Pt 4 In Love, in War Pt 5

At the Cabaret: At the Cabaret Pt 1 At the Cabaret Pt 2 At the Cabaret Pt 3 At the Cabaret Pt 4 At the Cabaret Pt 5

Take It on the Run (smut): Take It on the Run Take It on the Run Pt 2

Cillian Murphy:

Under the Weather (fluff)

Method Acting (smut)

So New (fluff)

Like a Good Neighbor... (smut)

Cut the Shit-delusion, Sweetheart (fluff)

Nerves (smut) ⭐️

Dr. Jonathan Crane (Batman Trilogy):

The Experiment (smut + my first work) The Experiment Pt 1 The Experiment Pt 2 The Experiment Pt 3

I Can Fix That... (smut) I Can Fix That Pt 1 I Can Fix That Pt 2 I Can Fix That Pt 3 I Can Fix That Pt 4

Moth to a Flame (smut) Moth to a Flame Pt 1

Jonathan Breech (On the Edge 2001):

The Ward (smut) The Ward Pt 1 The Ward Pt 2 The Ward Pt 3

Tom (The Party 2017):

Sweet Revenge (smut)

Agent Lenny Miller (Anna 2019):

How About It, Agent Miller? (smut)

William Killick (The Edge of Love 2009):

What I Want... (smut) What I Want... What I Want... Pt 2 ⭐️

Matthew Joy (In the Heart of the Sea 2015):

Wary Sailor (smut) Wary Sailor Pt. 1 Wary Sailor Pt. 2 Wary Sailor Pt. 3 Wary Sailor Pt. 4 Wary Sailor Pt. 5

The Castaway (fluff/smut) The Castaway Pt. 1 ⭐️

Mike Kiernan (Broken 2012):

Academic Validation (fluff)

Raymond Leon (In Time 2011)

Do You Know How to Bend? (smut)

[gothamite-rambler]

Scarecrow's new rule

Scarecrow (British accent): You're a child.

Robin (Damian): What?

Scarecrow: You are a short, kind of adorable child... Oh bleeding hell not this again. I thought he stopped using little children. Red Robin was in his teens when we last met... Right?

Batman: Yeah, he's better mentally.

Scarecrow: That bleeding great, but this young child... Nope. Batman, if it's all right with you can the kid sit this one out?

Batman (interrupting his angry son): Yep, that's fine! Robin, go to the car!

Robin: I am not an innocent child! Fight me!

Scarecrow: I can't, nope, nope. The other Robins or Batman, I'd be ready to hit you with the toxin. Not kids, go off.

Robin felt the man wearing a burlap sack to cover his head, place his hand on head and forcibly turned the child around and pushed away.

Scarecrow: Shoo, shoo.

Robin (begging): Come on, you can fight me a little.

Scarecrow: When you're older, kid.

Robin (embarrassed): Batman, make him fight me or hit me with the toxin.

Batman (exhausted parent voice): Robin, go to the car.

Robin (stamps his foot and stomps off): I'm not a baby!

Batman (to scarecrow): What changed?

Scarecrow: Eh, they're little innocent people. At this age, it feels wrong giving them intense nightmares. Until like 14 then they turn into assholes. These adventures you take them on also builds up any trauma I can use at that time.

Batman (tapping his chin): Okay, um, he's 8. 8 years old, it's going to take some time before he is 14 so don't hurt him. Okay?

Robin (overhearing the conversation): I am not 8!

Batman: Robin, get in the car or I will take your nintendo switch from you!

Robin: What- I- That's mine!

Scarecrow: I've always admired you for taking your kids out on adventures like this, don't worry I won't mess with the little tyke... For now.

Robin (begrudgingly accepting this): This is so unfair!

Robin got into the car, slammed the door shut, and sat there with his arms crossed, pouting in frustration.

Batman: I've dealt with tantrums like that with my first Robin, yet they never get easier to deal with.

Scarecrow shrugged.

Scarecrow: Kids, they're a gift and a headache.

Batman sighed, regretting that he was agreeing with freaking Scarecrow.

[fuckmycrane]

18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, stepcest, noncon, drug use, hints of sexism/misogyny.

Oh Crane... the man you are 🤍.

Stepbrother!Crane who thinks he is better than you because he is studying psychology. He belittles your career choice, and if you chose the same as him, Jonathan will constantly compare your progress to his.

Stepbrother!Crane who uses you as a lab rat, always asking you questions and "psychoanalyzing" you. He is always ready to comment on your behavior, your responses and your actions.

"You don't have to be so aggressive, darlin'. I know, I know— you hate it when I call you that, but you know that irrational anger is part of a pattern that..."

Stepbrother!Crane who constantly is mansplaining you. It's annoying to the point that you simply stand up and lock in your bedroom, screaming against the pillow from pure frustration. He just stays in the living room, smirking pleased with himself.

Stepbrother!Crane who used you as the lab rat for his first fear toxin prototypes. Before it even was meant to create hallucinations, he just intended to cut every brain signal, sending it to a deep slumber— or momentarily induced coma— and he did it every Friday night before bed.

Stepbrother!Crane who after the third time experimenting with you couldn't help himself and undressed you, watching your seemingly dead body and constantly checking your pulse— what if he accidentally overdosed you?

Stepbrother!Crane who not only writes his progress with the toxin, but also fucks you every Friday night. He enjoys how responsive your body is despite being shut down, he likes how you don't fight back. Crane leaves bruises and marks that you can't simply explain the next morning... accompanied with a sticky mess in between your thighs.

[fallenfortheniche]

The Scriddler Dissertation Part 1

(As lovingly named by Adhdnursegoat)

This is a re-posting of my initial reply to the origin of Scriddler w/minor adjustments so it can stand as its own post

Data Clarification: For reference all of the following sections are based only on digital fan works/discussions of these characters that I’ve been able to find. I’m sure there are many older websites, zines, and live fan events that I just don’t know about. Most of these observations come from searching through LiveJournal, Fanfiction.net, and AO3)

I’ve been fascinated by this topic for years and it took me multiple days to write this. One of the things I’ve been doing in my off time over the last year or so is tracking how different ships came about and how they change overtime/interact with trends in fandom. Scriddler is one of the ships I’ve spent a decent amount of time looking into because it fascinated me so much.

You’ve got this ship between two prominent characters, it’s the most written about ship for each character in their primary continuity, and they have barely shared a screen or let alone even talked to each other, along with the fact that no one could really confidently say how it came about.

The thing about Scriddler is that there isn’t a point origin the can be pinned down. There was no ship defining panel or interaction that acted as a catalyst to jump start the whole thing. Instead it just started as a few people seeing the potential these two characters had for an interesting dynamic and made fan works about that. From what I’ve been able to find, fan work featuring both characters interacting doesn’t begin to show up online until around 2006. Most of these are not Ship based stories although a few of those were still posted around this time.

As time went on you began to see more romantic/sexual ones pop up. The amount of these stories started out small with only about 4 to 7 being posted a year across multiple platforms. This pace stayed steady until 2011 when Arkham City was released.

This point is where some people might consider the origin of Scriddler to be. Fans became enamored with the few audio interactions that Jonathan and Edward had and began to write more about them in the Arkham Games continuity. The reason I don’t consider this to be the origin point is two fold. 1: a relatively decent amount of fic for these characters had already been written for about 5 years at this point. 2: The majority of stories written about this ship during and post Arkham City & Asylum do NOT take place in the games continuity and instead take place in a vague ‘comics’ continuity.

Now back to the main point, you can’t find an origin for Scriddler because there isn’t one. A bunch of people all just collectively agreed that it would be neat.

(Aside 1: I’d like to note that someone once claimed that Scriddler began due to people wanting to ship Cillian Murphy’s scarecrow with someone but not having anyone in the movies so they landed on Riddler from the comics. This is definitely not the case as the vast majority of stories at the time shipped Scarecrow with the Joker not Edward to fill that gay ship void and I couldn’t find any evidence of Edward being shipped with Jon in that continuity during that time)

[murphybabygirl]

Thoughts?

Hey mutuals as a Christmas/Holiday gift to you I was wondering if you would want me to do kinktober but its a countdown to Christmas starting on December first ending on the 23

[darkcranefiction]

Injected Nightmares

PART: TWO

FOR: JONATHAN CRANE X RAEDER INSERT

WARNING: MENTAL DISORDERS, NON-CONSENTIAL SMUT, TWISTED STUFF, MEDICAL PLAY, REALLY DARK SMUT, CRANE BEING A PREDITOR

NOTE: DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the sky, the once bright and airy room you knew to be yours now felt darker and more suffocating than ever. 

You had been at the asylum for two weeks and had undergone several humiliating examinations, both mentally and physically and, much to your distress, Dr. Crane had taken an unusual interest in you. 

"You are going to be mine" were his words during your last examination and, ever since, you were plagued with insomnia.

You tried to get some sleep, but your heart pounded rapidly within your chest, palms sweaty, as you anticipated the moment when the darkness would consume you completely. 

And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, there was the sound. A slow, deep breath from the other side of the room, followed by a gentle footstep on the creaky wooden floorboards. You knew then that Dr. Crane was approaching, his presence casting a looming shadow upon you. He had visited you at night before, but this time was different.  You could tell.

The heavy door opened slowly, revealing his imposing figure. Slender and dark. 

His angular features seemed almost predatory, as if he were a creature born from the shadows themselves. With each step closer to your bedside, his menacing presence intensified. Your heart raced wildly as you struggled to maintain eye contact with him.

"What are you doing here, doctor? It is almost midnight" you asked nervously, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"Oh, don't worry about the time," Dr. Crane replied, his voice oozing confidence. "We have plenty of night ahead of us." His hand brushed against your shoulder, sending a shiver through your body.

"I will give you a few more moments to rest" he continued, his eyes flickering over your form with an intensity that sent a wave of unease through you.

"A few more moments before what?" you wanted to know, your voice quavering with apprehension.

"Before I claim you." Dr. Crane responded coolly, his eyes narrowing in a predatory manner. "Your body will soon become mine, and I will mold it as I please."

A chill ran down your spine at his words, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

"No, please..." you pleaded, trying desperately to convince him otherwise.

"Please, Dr. Crane, I cannot bear any more of this treatment. My body aches every day from all of these experiments. My soul is aching too, and I am scared."

Dr. Crane regarded you solemnly, his eyes conveying a mixture of pity and contempt. "Trust me, my dear. Don't be scared. I will help you overcome your fears," he murmured softly, reaching out to stroke your cheek tenderly. 

The thought of spending even more time under his care made your stomach twist with dread.

"What I am going to do to you tonight will be bring me great pleasure while, for you, it will be just like another experiment, but this time, without the metal tools," he promised you with a wicked smile. "Remember, you're no longer just a subject, but my patient and pupil."

"I will teach you how to submit to your fears, how to endure pain, and how to bend yourself to my will," he continued, his voice cold and emotionless as he slowly removed the blanket covering your shivering body. 

Your face flushed with shame as his fingers gently traced the bruises and cuts left by his previous torments. The sight of your battered body only served to fuel his desire to inflict more suffering upon you. "You will learn to appreciate what I do for you," he insisted, the corner of his mouth curving into a sadistic smile.

In a sudden burst of anger, you screamed out loud, "No! I won't!" before trying to get up and run towards the door, not realising that Dr Crane had already locked it, trapping you inside this room.

As you struggled to escape, panic growing inside of you, Dr Crane calmly approached you with a sadistic smirk.

"Please stop, I beg you!" you cried, tears streaming down your face. "Please, anything but this!" You cried, realizing what he would do to you.

With a devious grin, Dr Crane responded: "Alright, my dear. Tonight, I'll let you decide on the method of our bonding. But only because it is your first time."

He then pulled out a syringe from his lab coat pocket, containing a green substance.

"Tonight, I will do to you that we have spoken about during our last appointment. You know, the thing a man does to woman on occasion. I am sure you remember?" he said, holding the syringe up for you to see. "And before engaging in such intimate act, I can either inject you with this special serum that will block all pain and stimuli, allowing me to break you in properly or I can tie you down to the bed using leather restraints. The choice is yours," Dr. Crane proposed with a devilish grin. "Though, I strongly suggest choosing the serum, it will make you completely numb. You won't feel a thing," Dr. Crane explained, his eyes burning with intensity. "That way, it will be easier for you to accept what comes next because let's face it my dear, you will not be leaving this room with your virginity intact."

Your mind reeled with indecision, knowing that whatever decision you made would alter the course of your life forever.

"It doesn't matter, Doctor," you finally decided, swallowing back your fear. "If it means getting this over with, I'll choose the serum," you said anxiously and with tears running down your face.

"Good choice, now lay down on the bed," Dr. Crane commanded, his tone cold and unforgiving.

You complied, lying down on the iron bed frame, trembling with fear and anticipation.

Dr. Crane grabbed your arm, expertly inserting the needle into your vein, injecting the green serum into your bloodstream.

The world around you began to blur, becoming increasingly difficult to focus on. You felt your body start to go numb, losing sensation in parts as the serum took effect.

You became aware of the implications of what was happening, but you couldn't react, as your body had been rendered useless.

"Don't fight me, my dear," Dr. Crane murmured, running his hands along your limp body. He unbuttoned your hospital gown, exposing your breasts to his gaze. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he took hold of them, fondling them roughly. 

Dr. Crane's hands then moved downward where your white cotton panties covered your innocence. 

He grasped the fabric tightly, ripping it away from your body as if it were nothing.  Your mortification was evident, your eyes filled with horror at the invasion of your privacy.  You tried to struggle, but the serum paralyzed your resistance, leaving you helpless beneath his touch.

With your panties torn off, Dr. Crane stood up, stepping back to admire his work. 

He took off his coat and unbuckled his belt, freeing himself from the confines of his clothes. 

"Have you ever seen an erection before?" Dr. Crane inquired casually, his voice dripping with curiosity.

"N-no, I haven't," you stuttered, your heart racing wildly in your chest. The reality of the situation struck you like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of terror coursing through your veins.

Dr. Crane chuckled softly, his expression a mix of amusement and arousal.

"Well, let me rectify that for you," he replied in a low, husky voice before pushing down his pants, revealing his throbbing manhood.

As he approached your helpless form, his intentions were clear: he wanted to take advantage of your vulnerability. His eyes glazed over with lust, making your stomach turn with revulsion.

Feeling completely violated, you fought against the paralysis, trying desperately to find any part of your body that still functioned. But there was none.

You watched as Dr Crane placed a condom and a bottle of lubricant on the bedside table and, despite your horror, you were powerless to resist him, frozen in place by the effects of the serum. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the reality of the situation.

"Lets position you properly shall we?" Dr. Crane's voice was laced with a perverse pleasure, his hands reaching out to you.

You felt your heart race with terror as he began to pull you towards the bottom edge of the bed and push your knees apart so that he could kneel in between your spread legs.

His eyes bore into yours, filled with a dark intensity that frightened you even more.

"Are you on birth control my dear?" Dr. Crane asked with a sneer, his hands moving down to your legs, spreading them wider.

You nodded meekly, tears streaming down your face. "Yes, Iam."

"That's good," he muttered, his eyes full of malice. "This means there is no need for a condom then, is there?"

Dr. Crane's voice was laced with malevolence, as he leaned closer to you, his hot breath causing you to shudder involuntarily.

Your mind raced, wondering what he meant. Was he going to ignore protection? You didn't dare ask aloud, too afraid of what his response might be.

Feeling powerless, you stared at the ceiling, fighting against the encroaching darkness of despair. The realization that you were completely at his mercy left you feeling utterly defeated.

"Are you ready for me to make your worst fear come true?" Dr. Crane taunted, relishing in your discomfort, not expecting an answer. 

He slid onto the bed, hovering over you as you laid motionless beneath him. Your body still remained numb, though your mind was far from being so. Panic surged through your system, the sheer terror of what was about to happen consuming you whole.

He pushed his hips forward, the head of his erect member teasing the entrance to your womanhood. You whimpered in distress, attempting to squirm away from his touch, yet unable to move due to the serum's effects.

Dr. Crane chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Relax, little one. It'll be over soon," he whispered in a soft, soothing tone, but it did little to comfort you.

As he pressed his weight onto you, the mattress creaked under the strain, adding to the discomfort you already felt. He gripped your hips firmly, anchoring himself as he started to penetrate you.

"Thanks to the serum, you will feel pressure, but not pain," he assured you, his eyes burning with a hunger that terrified you.

Your body went rigid with shock as he broke your hymen, the pain cutting through the serum's numbing effect.

A cry escaped your lips as you felt his entire length slide inside you, taking you beyond the point of resistance.

Your body convulsed in pain, a sharp contrast to the serum's numbing effects elsewhere.

Dr. Crane held you down, refusing to allow you to pull away from the agony he was inflicting upon you.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he saw your tears flowing freely, your body struggling to reconcile the conflicting sensations of pain and numbness.

"There might be some blood my dear, but this is perfectly normal after this kind of experiment," he whispered reassuringly, his hand stroking your hair, a mockery of tenderness. "It's just another rite of passage in your journey towards womanhood."

As he thrust deeper within you, his pace growing faster, you found yourself wishing for the numbness to return, for anything to take away the searing pain that consumed you. Your cries echoed throughout the room, muffled by the single lightbulb above, giving the illusion that no one could hear your plight.

Yet your pleas fell on deaf ears, for Dr. Crane continued his assault on your body, determined to complete his mission.

Your heart pounded frantically in your chest, fear consuming you whole. Each thrust of his hips drove home the horrifying reality of your situation, your body betraying you in its struggle to protect itself from further pain. As his thrusts grew more forceful, your body buckled under the assault, the numbness giving way to a wave of searing agony.

The sounds of your tortured moans filled the room, punctuating the brutality of Dr. Crane's actions. The walls seemed to close in on you, their stark presence reflecting the horror of your situation.

"Not long now, my dear. I will be done soon," Dr. Crane hissed in your ear, his words a cruel promise of relief from the pain you were enduring. However, you knew all too well that his 'relief' would only bring on a new set of torments.

His movements became more erratic, more frenzied, his breath coming in short gasps as he pushed his limits harder. His muscles bulged with exertion, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued his assault on your innocence until pushed all the way against the entrance to your womb, stalling.

"There you go sweet girl," he groaned loudly as, finally, he filled you with his seed.

His body shook violently, his muscles tensing in release.

As he collapsed onto you, your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, your body trembling from the physical and emotional trauma.

You could feel the warmth inside you, his semen mixing with your blood, your virginity lost forever.

He then pulled out of you, his eyes glinting with a sense of accomplishment. He was now the one who had taken your innocence. You cried, overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil that engulfed you.

He cleaned himself off, his movements precise and efficient, a mixture of arrogance and sadism in his eyes.

"Rest now, my dear," he said, his voice cold and distant as he pulled your arm towards him again and injected you with another strange substance.

His hand moved swiftly, administering the drug with practiced ease. You couldn't help but feel a deep dread as the world around you began to blur, everything becoming unfamiliar once more.

"You will not remember this when you wake up." Dr Crane's words hung heavy in the air as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

Despite your loss of memory though, your body ached in ways you never imagined possible, leaving you feeling exhausted and violated. In the midst of the darkness, you struggled to regain control of your life and come tomorrow, you would be more confused than ever. 

[soleminisanction]

Batgirl, Repentant — Part One: Road to Recovery (COMPLETE!)

Entire story now on AO3!

Start from Chapter 1

Newest Chapter: Chapter 6

Relationship Tags: Stephanie Brown & Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown & Jordanna Spence, Stephanie Brown & Crystal Brown, Stephanie Brown & Leslie Tompkins, Barbara Gordon & Leslie Tompkins, past Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake

Characters: Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Jordanna Spence, Leslie Tompkins, Crystal Brown, Jonathan Crane

Other Tags: Fit-It, Drama, Action/Adventure, Critique of Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Illicit Drug Usage, Addiction, Addiction as Metaphor, canon has been dissected for parts like the cadavers for Frankenstein's monster, Tim Drake is Sir Not Appearing in This Fic, but his past relationship with Steph is important

Total Word Count: 20,078

Bruce is dead, Dick is Batman, and Tim has disappeared to god only knows where. As for Stephanie Brown, she's done making the same mistakes over and over again. She's prepared, nay, determined to do whatever it takes to walk away from the masked life, forever this time, for the good of everyone around her. But then Cassandra leaves her Batgirl. And that... That changes everything. --- Part 1 in a full rewrite of Batgirl (2009)

Read the entire story on AO3!

[greenwriterplaidbow]

Introduction post???

Things about me if you're nosy enough to care

Yo wassup, I'm Evie or Eve or really whatever. It's just a nickname, I've got plenty so I'm not picky.

I'm dyslexic so there may be some odd spelling or grammar things, my apologies. If you see them you can always leave a comment about it and I'll fix it as soon as I can.

I've been on tumblr a year but only reposting and vibing, this is my first attempt actually posting anything. I've actually been writing fanfic since I was in middle school and I started the 39 Clues series but it has always been for myself and always on paper. This year I got super into the Xmen and started typing fanfiction for the first time ever which is what gave me the confidence to do this.

I am a college student (who's currently drowning in assignments) so if I go offline for long periods of time, it's safe to assume that's why. I want to use this as an outlet and just to keep my writing skills up when I have the time. That being said I'm super open to requests and ideas. So:

Requests:

I will NOT write: rape; incest; anything fecal matter, vomit, or urine

There are other things I won't write but those fall into two categories:

1. There is wiggle room. For example, I don't like like age gaps but if I like the prompt I might modify the request slightly to be something I'm comfortable with like keeping the gap the same but aging up both characters.

2. Other things are specific to my own stuff that I don't think I could fully articulate without explaining and I don't owe strangers on the internet explainations. For example, if I can help it I will not be under the influence of substances (for personal reasons) although, I'm okay with writing a character being under the influence of alcohol or weed or whatever BUT I won't write it if you (the requester) doesn't tell me what to include. Like symptoms, feelings, vibes, etc.

Fandoms/things I'll write for:

This isn't an exhaustive list, just what's on the top of my head/what I'm most passionate about. Please feel free to ask about other media as this list may not be updated or it might be something I forgot

-Xmen trilogy specifically Logan Howlett, Jean Grey, Scott Summers

-Avengers

-The Mentalist

-House MD

-Batman/DC specifically Dr. Crane, Batman, any of the Robins

-NBC's Hannibal

-Arcane season 1

-The spiderverse specifically Miguel O'Hara

-Detroit become human

-Spider-Man

-Streamers/Youtubers specifically Jschlatt, Ted Nivison, Charlie Slimesicle

I will make a masterlist when I figure out how. Uhhhh I think that's all. Again, if I do something wrong either socially or setting up my blog or the writings themselves, please don't hesitate to tell me. Thanks!

[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.

[consumed-by-fandom]

I may as well advertise my current ongoing fic, so if any batman fans out there are also fans of the scarecrow/mad hatter pairing, I’m doing an alternative origin story based around the idea of John working as a psychiatrist being assigned Jervis as a patient. It’s currently only three-chapters in, but the story will go beyond the walls of Arkham in future updates, and will also feature a few other rogues and characters!

I’m a busy bee with a lot of other obligations and projects so it only gets updated about once a month, but if it sounds like your thing then feel free to check it out:

[gothamite-rambler]

Scarecrow's new rule

Scarecrow (British accent): You're a child.

Robin (Damian): What?

Scarecrow: You are a short, kind of adorable child... Oh bleeding hell not this again. I thought he stopped using little children. Red Robin was in his teens when we last met... Right?

Batman: Yeah, he's better mentally.

Scarecrow: That bleeding great, but this young child... Nope.

Robin: I am not an innocent child! Fight me!

Scarecrow: I can't, nope, nope. The other Robins or Batman, I'd be ready to hit you with the Toxin. Not kids, go off.

Robin felt the man wearing a burlap sack to cover his head, place his hand on head and forcibly turned the child around and pushed away.

Scarecrow: Shoo, shoo.

Robin: Come on, you can fight me a little.

Scarecrow: When you're older, kid.

Robin: Batman, make him fight me or hit me with the toxin.

Batman (sighing): Robin, go to the car.

Robin (stamps his foot and stomps off): I'm not a baby!

Batman (to scarecrow): What changed?

Scarecrow: Eh, they're little innocent people. At this age, it feels wrong giving them intense nightmares. Until like 14 then they turn into assholes. These adventures you take them on also builds up any trauma I can use at that time.

Batman (tapping his chin): Okay, um, he's 8. 8 years old, it's going to take some time before he is 14 so don't hurt him. Okay?

Robin (overhearing the conversation): I am not 8!

Batman: Robin, get in the car!

Scarecrow: I've always admired you for taking your kids out on adventures like this, don't worry I won't mess with the little tyke... For now.

Robin: This is so unfair!

Robin got in the car, slamming the door shut and sat there with his arms crossed and pouting upset.

Batman: I hate that I've seen my first Robin act the same way in the past.

Scarecrow shrugged.

Scarecrow: Kids, they're a gift and a headache.

Batman sighed, regretting that he was agreeing with freaking Scarecrow.

[sweetjedi]

"The Scarecrow was not running a cologne business."

No, he definitely isn't.

Dr. Jonathan Crane x Reader: Toxin

Word Count: 432 Warnings/Notes: Scarecrow fear toxin leak, Reader tries to brave through it but the screaming and yelling outside of their office is not making it any easier. Hurt/comfort when Jonathan arrives. Summary: The Reader works for Jonathan Crane, but when the fear toxin seeps into their office, can Jonathan make it to their office in time?

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  Gotham, home to the rich, the restless, and the rogue. It was not the most ideal place in comparison to others, but it was bearable. It was all about perspective. However, the perspective you currently had was that of the piles of papers on your desk and the door into your office. Paperwork could not file itself, and that was where you came into the picture.   Deep into the lair of the infamously intellectual Doctor Jonathan Crane was not for everyone. Luckily, it suited you just fine. Socialites were absent, foot traffic was bare, hardly there came a time when it was reminiscent of a usual day job set far from your current location.   Tapping a small pile of papers onto your desk, you attempted to coax them into a neatly organized stack, per usual. The unusual came in the form of a faint smell. You did not think much of it in the moment until there was a more obvious change.   Screams and yelling echoed out through the hall outside. Your head flicked up. A light smoke streamed into the room. Realization donned on you just as a whoosiness crept over your body.   Quickly, you pulled your scarf up to cover your mouth and nose. Anything to try to filter out the air before it reached your lungs. But it was a little too late for that. You had already been breathing in the fear toxin. It was the only thing that it could be, other such products were not being manufactured there. The Scarecrow was not running a cologne business.

  With your vision beginning to sway, you cried out. “Jonathan!”   You did not particularly like how your vision was reacting to the toxin, so you squeezed your eyes shut.   To the best of your ability, you tried to ignore and block out all of the sounds outside of your office. But the unmistakable sound of the door swinging open caught your attention. That, and the hurried footsteps that followed.   Laced into a fear induced scratchy voice, your name was spoken. The voice calling in an attempt of reassurance.   Hands came to your shoulders before arms cradled you through the swimy illusion.   “Do not open your eyes yet,” he said and added something about ‘air’, ‘filters’, and ‘soon’.   The fear toxin clouded to much for your liking. You could not wait until the ‘soon’. Especially if it meant an end to all of the screaming and yelling. As long as Jonathan stayed to help you through it. An unexpected practice to become immune was not a part of your schedule today.

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[strxngewitch02]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS.

Pairing: Jim x Fem!Reader.

Song: Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift.

Word Count: 8.3k.

Summary: You were friends with Jim but slowly you began to have a crush on him which became more than you could bear as he was already married but that didn’t stop the both of you. 

please ignore the cliche plot the smut makes up for it, I swear. :')

+ WARNINGS: smut (18+!) angst, Jim being soft, fingering, p in v, no protection, praise kink, adultery, cursing.

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You messed up. 

That’s it. You messed up. 

You allowed yourself to be carried away and swept up within the moment that wasn’t even supposed to happen. if it weren’t for the way he was gazing at you with his piercing yet mesmerizing pale blue hues or maybe the way he grazed you with his finger tips that sent small sparks throughout your body then maybe just maybe you wouldn’t have ended up bare in the sheets with the man who was already married..

Married to another woman..  

The worst part out of all of this, is that you knew he was married. The fact that you knew and you allowed it to happen. You have every right to feel revolted with yourself right now. If the universe or god or any great entity that controlled this vast universe it definitely  knows how much you loathe yourself right now. You needed to slow down and think about how this even happened. 

You lived in a Suburban neighborhood–  in Dublin, east coast of Ireland. A single mother with a beautiful nine year old daughter named Mary, a journalist for your own advice column and a part time Pilates trainer at a studio that your sister owned. As far as you knew, your life was normal. Between spending time with your daughter and your jobs, your  schedule flowed perfectly together. You would be able to drop Mary off in the morning for school, teach class later on in the morning  and you would be able to go home during the day to work on your advice column before picking Mary up from school, then the cycle repeats unless otherwise. 

You’ve always been on your own. Having a daughter and two jobs, your love life was a punchline of a lame joke. In case you are wondering about Mary’s father, that’s a whole other story of its own, let’s just say he was completely out of the picture. 

You would be lying if you told someone that it didn’t feel lonely sometimes. It was lonely, it was incredibly lonely; of course you’ve made multiple attempts to at least go out on a few dates and have a nightstand if you were lucky enough but most of the time those don’t even work out. 

And It’s not because you weren’t attractive, no it was quite the opposite. In fact, you were quite beautiful– which was ironic for you because when you were younger your father called you the ugly duckling between you and your sister but then you prospered into a beautiful swan as you grew older. Like any normal person you still have your insecurities (no thanks to dad) yet overall you felt secure with yourself.

Clearly, your beauty wasn't the reason why your love life was shriveling away like a dried up raisin. It was the fact that you were picky, and you knew your heart wouldn’t always be completely in it. You weren’t that kind of person to simply have one night stands– but you admire those who do without forming any kind of connection that wasn’t only based on physical attraction. 

You’ve tried and even though it felt good to have that void in your chest to be filled in that  moment, the lingering feeling of desolation and melancholy always crawls its way back in. It wasn’t good for your mental health  and it wasn’t good for your daughter. So you were only left with your jobs and your delusions of a love life to suddenly appear. But you knew deep down that Mary deserved a good father figure while she’s still young and you shouldn’t put so much hope into your fantasies.  

Mary was a sweet girl, too sweet for her own good– she has a beautiful mix of your features and her father’s. The features that she shared from her father never bothered you either as you knew it wasn’t her fault that she was placed here on this earth because you didn’t wrap it until you tapped it. Of course, you and Mary’s relationship wasn’t always perfect but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You love her regardless– with all of your heart. Mary was the ray of sunshine you had in your life and  you were more than happy to be her mother. 

Knowing how kindhearted and smart your daughter was, she had many friends in her school. Even during teacher and parent conferences you’ve always been told many times how she loved helping the other kids, and the only times she would get in trouble was due to how talkative she was and you didn’t think it was a problem either.

And that’s how you met him. 

It was a gray and cloudy weekday, as you got off the phone with Mary’s teacher claiming that it was after school and Mary was waiting for you. Accidently getting caught up with your advice catalog time went by over your head without even realizing and now your child is sitting in the school alone and you knew she was going to be a little..not little definitely upset with you.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Curses and all other kinds of profanities spilled from your lips as you frantically slipped on your mini cotton black trench coat. Your foot practically kicked down your front door before running like a trackstar to your car. Fortunately you didn’t live too far from the school and, without getting caught speeding past red lights, you managed to arrive at school where your daughter was currently waiting at. 

Your hasty footsteps echoed throughout the hallways of the school as you moved through with only one destination in mind, which was your child’s classroom. Once you were close to the classroom where Mary was, you halted in your footsteps as you watched Mary leave the classroom with two other kids, a boy and a girl and then a man. A man that you knew well wasn't Mary’s teacher so you assumed that it must be the other children’s father. 

Furrowing your slightly together you couldn’t help but to feel a little confused but relieved that at least you weren’t the only parent that wasn’t perfect. But it also did make you feel a bit skeptical as it is why a random man would be with kids and your only daughter. 

“Mary!” You called out to her, your tone airy yet smooth which caught the attention of your daughter and the man. Immediately,  your mind stopped racing and your heart leaped from your chest as his entrancing stunning ocean eyes met yours. It was as if his eyes had some deep hidden meaning behind them, it almost made you feel a little intimidated– how tired yet pierce his eyes were. His figure was lean but the broadness of his chest also stood out, along with his dark but slightly graying tresses, his sharp jawline, high cheekbones, his plump yet light pink lips, and smooth yet freckled fair skin…

Pretty.. You thought.

But as quickly as you fell in a captivated daze you quickly pulled yourself out of it the same way, you knew well that you were attracted to this man but considering how he was here and with kids– you can assume he is married or hope he wasn’t a random stranger. 

“Mom!” You hear Mary call out happily as she walks towards you. A wholehearted smile took over your lips as you lovingly gazed down at her, allowing your hand to gently caress her back pulling her to your side. Thank god that she wasn’t upset with you. “I am so sorry, babygirl, I lost track of time.” You said softly as you felt Mary raise her head up to look at you. “It’s okay, I was with them.” she responded looking over at the alluring man and his kids who were in fact walking in your direction. 

With each step he took you could feel your heart pound in your chest as he was now approaching you, his hands stuffed in his dark blue puffy jacket along with his kids who followed behind him and soon had their own conversation with Mary. 

The man only gave you an awkward half smile as his gaze never left your form, you can tell that he was definitely on the reserved side. “Hi, you’re their father?” You asked giving him a little smile in return, then you couldn’t help but to mentally slap yourself a little bit with the question as you noticed in fact the boy and girl that were talking to Mary did in fact look like him. You watched as the man blinked in confusion for a moment, being thrown off by your question– you could feel  the conversation instantly dying before it even started. 

A  dry airy chuckle left your lips as you felt yourself cringe, “I-I’m sorry, stupid question– I was just..” before you could finish your sentence you heard a deep chuckle coming from him stopping you from rambling. “No, No it’s fine.” He says softly, shaking his head for a second with the same ghostly smile. “I get it, I would wonder the same thing  if a random man would be standing with my kids too, it would be really weird..” he paused for a moment before continuing, “I-uh, I was also late picking up my kids so yeah..” He briefly elaborated as you felt yourself relax as another gentle relieved chuckle left your lips, watching him. His voice was smooth and sonorous, it sent unwavering shivers throughout your body. Just by looking at him– he had a lingering forlorn yet cryptic aura surrounding him and it was reeling you in like a moth to a light. You hoped you didn’t look too obvious. 

“I totally get you, I was just caught up with work that I didn’t realize that time flew by, you know?” You smiled warmly and for a moment you thought you saw him falter. 

“I’m Y/N.” 

You watched as his little timid faint grin formed into a genuine smile. It was as if air was caught in your throat, your heart fluttered  at the sight of his smile. You felt proud of yourself that you managed to make him smile.

“Jim..Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself  politely as he extended his hand towards you which you did your best not to look eager to grab and shook his hand in a little handshake. You immediately caught the golden band on his finger indicating he was indeed vowed to someone else. You couldn’t help but not be able to suppress the disappointment that flooded through your body. He had a wife and kids.The forced mentality of  ‘it is what it is’ came into mind. And the attraction you had for Jim will most likely be temporary. 

Unfortunately, the kids manage to break the tension between you, asking if they can walk together. You and Jim didn’t mind as you all walked out of the school together. You managed to hold a longer conversation with him, taking the opportunity to get to know him better. 

Jim was definitely a man with a few words, and was more listening to you than you listening to him but he still present with you in the conversation. You both share a mutual affection for your kids, and you both worked at home– it was nice to share similarities with someone, to you it always made you feel like you were understood better, and you hoped he felt the same way. Although it's not uncommon to understand another parent- but  between you and Jim you both just want to get through the day. 

Luckily, It wasn’t just you that genuinely enjoyed his company as he offered to exchange numbers before parting ways. As this began to possibly be the start of a beautiful friendship for you.

You knew you were going to see him again soon, maybe for the rest of the following week. And you were right, when you picked up Mary on time for the rest of the week you would sometimes see Jim walk out with his kids. You two would exchange waves and polite smiles then carry on. Despite exchanging numbers neither of you made the first move to send a text first. You felt a little disappointed but you knew that maybe it was for the best and you shouldn’t look for some sort of connection that wasn’t there in the first place, let alone a text. 

Jim has a wife. That is that —  you two are also just acquaintances, and your kids are friends. That is all. Yet,  that didn’t stop your thoughts always trailing back to him– and you began to feel a little angry with yourself for it. Were you truly so lonely to be thinking about a man you only had spoken once? 

What is wrong with you?

 Get over this crush already. 

This would go on until the end of the week on a Friday, just as you and your daughter got home from school, a gentle ding emitted from your pocket. Stepping into the house, closing the door behind you, you took out your phone. You didn’t get to see who texted you as you heard Mary’s loud footsteps run off to the kitchen leaving her jacket on the floor along with her book bag.. 

“Mom, I am going to have a cookie!” she said loudly before you could respond you already heard the cabinet shut. Shaking your head you released an exasperated sigh, “Mary, please pick up after yourself! And don’t eat all of them!” You responded raising your voice a little bit while locking the door behind you. 

Another ding went off on your phone once more adding waves to your annoyance. Who was trying to contact you? A gentle frown painted over your lips as your hand reached into the buttpocket of your jeans to grab your phone to see that you got a message from an unknown number. 

Hey, It’s the random man from school.

Kidding, it’s me Jim. 

You felt your heart stop beating in your chest for a split moment as you vacantly stared down at the gray text bubbles that were on your little phone screen. You felt many waves of emotions crash down on you– denial, shock, guilt, and then excitement. Gradually a ghostly smile was painted on your lips replacing the gentle frown that was present a few moments ago, just when you began to accept that nothing was going to happen.

It was funnily convenient. 

You didn’t gloss over the fact that he remembered your conversation when you guys first spoke to each other as you felt your heart skip a beat once more. 

Had he been thinking about you as well? 

You can still be wrong that maybe he just wanted to ask you something about school or your kids and that would still be fine. This was nothing, harmless– this wouldn’t escalate to anything more. Just keep it short and simple. 

After a few minutes of typing and deleting your message multiple times to think how you should respond due to your mixed emotions of anxiety and excitement— you finally responded to him.  

Hi, Jim! Lol. How are you? 

You had no idea that after sending back that one message, you guys would be texting for the rest of that day. 

** **

It is strange how someone can go from being a stranger to a good friend to someone you ended up falling for. You knew it was a bad idea the minute you laid your eyes on him and somehow like a black hole Jim effortlessly sucked you in. Ever since the first text he had sent you, you guys began to talk everyday; through texts, and eventually calls. It only has been a few weeks since you guys first met. 

 You even discovered that he only lived a few blocks away from you which resulted in a lot of Mary having playdates with his daughter. This became a normal thing, almost every Friday Mary would have these playdates. The first time when he was at your house it was a bit awkward since you were used to only talking to him over text or calls but with a cup of coffee you both relaxed and talked how you guys normally do in the dining room while the girls would be hanging out in Mary’s room. 

It also didn’t help how being around his calming presence made you feel so comfortable, made you feel like you could tell him anything and he would just listen to you. 

You often wondered if his wife knew about your friendship with him, or if she even knew about you at all. She probably does since her daughter occasionally hangs out with Mary almost every Friday, you knew you shouldn’t even be thinking about those kinds of things. 

Everything felt good, way too good. And with your luck you knew when things feel way too good, that means things were going to take a painful turn. 

Sitting criss cross on your living room couch alone in the house on a Tuesday afternoon, you were on the phone with Jim. As usual with a dumb happy grin on your face you guys talked and it ended up with him assisting you with your advice column on your laptop. 

“A twenty year old girl in college got heartbroken by her boyfriend she dated since childhood because he cheated on her and she wants to go back and talk to him but she knows it’s wrong. What should she do?” You asked as the grin never wavered from your lips. 

“Maybe go to more parties and get wasted and she’ll find another guy by the end of the second semester?” You jokingly snickered as you leaned back against the couch, your muscles easing into the cushions. Hearing Jim’s light chuckle on the other line of the phone. 

“God no. What kind of fucking advice is that?” Jim asked playfully, still chuckling softly, you could feel your heart flutter at the sound that came from him.

“Okay, Okay, fine– I am not going to say that. But she is only twenty and she has so many other things to worry about other than a boy. Like her possible career and her friends and her future! And she should try and focus on that instead.” You exclaimed. 

“That is much better. Way better than the last answer.” Jim responded, causing you to laugh softly, shaking your head slightly as your gaze stared down at your laptop, your fingers gently pressing on the letters on your keyboard, typing up your answer. 

“Alright done, give this a listen.” 

“Shoot.” 

You cleared your throat a little bit as you began to read. “You lost someone important to you, and how you feel is completely valid. But you have to feel your feelings out, and try to focus on what’s really important. Such as yourself, your career, and future– going back to him won’t change what happened. Remember that you have friends and family to support you. And that you’re not alone in this. All you can do is try to take care of yourself.”

Jim was silent, as you finished reading which caused you to fiddle in your seat a little. 

“Thoughts?” You asked wondering what he was thinking. 

“That was good, pretty good.” He responded nonchalantly, almost being blunt which caused you to worry a little bit, your grin faltering slightly. 

“Is that all? Should I add more? It sounds like you don’t like it.” You asked reluctantly. 

Jim was quick to encounter your statement. “No,no,no! I do. I really do like it. It’s really sweet of you, It’s lovely, you’re lovely.” 

You could feel the blood rushing up into your cheeks, turning into a harsh crimson hue. Who knew a  simple compliment could make you feel so smitten? Silence hovered over the two of you for a moment until Jim was the first one to break it. 

“Y/N?” He called out to you softly pulling you out from your daze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go silent on you.” You chuckled nervously. It was just his last comment.

“No it’s fine..” He paused for a moment. “I don’t know what has come over me.” Jim said softly back to his timid tone. This only made your heart race once more as you sighed softly. 

“I appreciate it, thank you for being my assistant.” You did your best to save this conversation from turning tense. And it felt like it didn’t make the slightest difference. 

“I mean it, you know?” 

You paused once more the burning sensation in your cheeks didn’t change. Now intently listening to him as you can hear him about to say more. 

“You really are lovely, Y/N..I mean it.” 

There it was…That tension again, the suffocating tension that made you feel like you were drowning. And within that moment, like a wave crashing and meeting the ocean shore,  you knew that you were falling hard for him, wiping the grin that was on your lips away. 

 Then the golden band on his finger flashed in your mind. 

No, you can’t do this. 

“Jim, what do you mean by that?” You asked him hesitantly yet firmly as you removed your laptop from your grasp before grabbing your phone, taking it off of the speaker and pressing it against your ear. 

“What do you mean by what I mean?” He asked, sounding a bit taken back by your sudden question. “Did I say something wrong?” 

“No, I was just…I don’t know how to explain it but that felt like more than a compliment.” You stated as you paused once more, were you overthinking this? You were about to open your mouth to cut the silence but then Jim interrupted you. 

“Because it was more than a compliment.” 

In that moment, It was as if something took over your body and possessed you, this confession spilled from your lips like vomit.

 “Jim, I think I am falling for you.” You breathed out.  

Then a tense silence completely consumed the both of you. 

Oh fuck, did I really say that!? You mentally wanted to slam your face against the table. Fuck, you had to fix this quick. No, there was no way of fixing this now, you fucking blew it. 

“Jim, I'm sorry. You’re married and I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, I am an idiot, I am so so sorry.” You began to ramble, not letting Jim be able to interrupt you. “Y/N wait, wait-” but you weren’t listening as your thumb slammed on the red at the bottom of your screen ending the call. 

This was a long awaited painful turn that you’ve brought on yourself. Now all that was left was you and your panicked and raging thoughts. You clearly took it too far, getting caught up in the moment that it left you feeling like an idiot.

** **

 It was your day off today from the Pilates studio and you didn’t have to do much for your advice column. So for the rest of that morning you took the time to clean up the house. Mary was in school so it was just you alone at home– singing softly to yourself as you were finishing up with doing laundry. Neatly folding what was last of the laundry in your basket, feeling the warmth of the fresh cotton fabric between your fingers before placing it with the other piles of clothes on your bed. 

It has been two days since your confession with Jim. You did what was best for you, and you began ignoring his texts and dodged his calls. This was morally wrong and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more.

“And you know damn well..For you, I would ruin myself, A million little times..”

You sang softly as the tender melody came to an end on your phone dying down, you would glance at your phone a few times that was sitting on your nightstand, in hopes you would catch your phone displaying Jim’s name across the screen but to your disappointment it didn’t, why would it? So you can ignore it more or have a war with yourself whether you should drop the silent treatment or not?  No. At this point you would understand why he would give up. 

A gentle sigh leaving your lips as your mind begins to aimlessly wander about your conflicted feelings. You want to believe that it would remain as a friendship but you knew damn well that slowly this entire time it turned more than a friendship to you. Feelings were completely one sided, he was married and he was only being kind to you because both of your daughters are friends. You were scared that harboring these feelings would become so heavy that eventually it’ll crush you and it did. You were playing with fire and you got burned.

Just as the next song on your phone began to play, a loud knock on your front door echoed throughout the house shaking you out of your thoughts. Feeling your brows knit together you walked out of your room heading towards the front door.

 Who could that be?

 You wondered as your hand gently grasped the doorknob pulling it open to reveal Jim gazing at you with a bit of desperate yet defeated expression with his phone in hand. 

It was like you were faced with a jumpscare as you felt your eyes widen and without thinking you tried to close the door on Jim but he was too quick as he managed to slip his shoe between the door leaving it ajar. “Y-Y/N, please can we talk? Please just for a second.” He said in a deep raspy tone. His voice crack manages to burn itself into your mind. 

You stood still for a moment before opening the door more widely for him to step into your house, now alone just between you and the married man you had fallen for. You took a few steps back away from him with your arms folded over your chest, your gaze not leaving his form. Once he was inside the house he closed the door behind him– “You didn’t think of picking up your phone when I called you? Or my texts?” He asked, sounding a bit tired as his piercing yet stunning ripples of ocean blue gaze bore into yours, spawning goosebumps on your skin. 

“How could I after that? So I can embarrass myself some more?” You asked with sarcasm evidently dripping from your tone as you watched Jim roll his eyes a little at your remark. “I am serious, Y/N.” He said, sounding a little more soft as he took a step towards you. 

“So am I, Jim. You’re my friend, I was stupid, I shouldn’t have said what I said, you’re married and–” You weren’t sure how much your heart could take at this moment. It was hammering so hard that it felt like it was building something, along with the backflips your stomach was doing it was becoming agonizing. 

You could feel his warmth from where you were standing as you broke away from his gaze as you turned your head away from him but only for Jim to gingerly cup your cheek turning your face back to look at him immediately putting an end to your rambles. “Hang on a second, hang on a second Y/N..” Jim said his tone was still soft, as he looked down at you his lips curled slightly down forming a frown his eyebrows knitted slightly together causing a little wrinkles to form between them. His touch was so warm you did your best not to melt into him. 

“This is so fucking mortifying Jim, you shouldn’t even be here.” You could feel your throat go dry as your eyes became misty, placing your hand over his shoulder weakly attempting to push him away but he stayed still in his spot. “Listen to me, please.” You kept your gaze down refusing to meet his gaze.

 “You’re not an idiot for telling me how you felt that day alright? Don’t think that I haven’t thought of you the same way. I have. If I didn't, I wouldn’t have told you that a compliment was meant to be more.” Jim exclaimed quietly a gentle airy dry chuckle leaving his lips as his thumb gently caressed your cheekbone. You only shook your head as you used your freehand to gently pull his hand away from your cheek and it only resulted in him intertwining your fingers together. 

“You’re lying.You were just being polite.” You said your breathing became uneven, clenching your jaw slightly– you didn’t realize how you were shaking in his grasp. Jim only continued to keep you close and you couldn’t find yourself pulling away from him, your hand still in his. 

This was happening, really happening. 

“I-I, Why would I lie to you about that?” He asked in a genuine yearning tone. “Because you feel bad for me. I am a single mother alone here with no one to talk to of course you would.” You snapped suddenly feeling a little aggressive but Jim didn’t seem fazed by it. 

“That isn’t true at all, Y/N. Not even close.” You can detect the hurt and how despondent he felt in his voice, the need to prove himself to you. You remained silent as you continued averting your gaze from his and he seemed to notice it as he called out to you once more. 

“Look at me..” 

You closed your eyes for a moment, keeping your chin faintly down completely avoiding his gaze, as you knew if you looked at him you would completely succumb to him. 

“Y/N… Look at me.”  He softly implored once more. 

After a few moments, you sighed quietly and you finally complied, opening your eyes looking back up at him as he gazed down at you with a gentle expression. It was like he knew how fragile you felt in this moment. You watched at how his eyes flickered at your features to your eyes then back to your lips, causing your features to soften. 

Both of you remained silent as he gently squeezed your hand before releasing your hand, attentively, he placed your palm against his chest. You can feel his heart beating rapidly against your palm, like his heart was trying to burst free from his chest cavity. “Feel that?” Jim breathed out as he gazed down at you, keeping your palm firmly against his chest. “My heart is beating out of my chest, Y/N.. Can you feel how fast it’s going?” He asked, a bit breathless with a faint smile. 

You didn’t realize how close you two were as your faces were inches from each other, breath gently fanning against your lips–the tip of his nose gently grazing yours. “Yeah..” You only murmured now a little airy laugh slipped from your lips at how this felt like you were in a scene of a movie, but it wasn’t this was in fact real as your forehead lightly rested against his. 

Jim wasn’t lying as you could literally feel how anxious he was in your palm. His heart beating against your hand, you knew you weren’t just feeling how nervous he was. You were feeling how much he cared about you. 

How his heart was beating for you…

Feeling his dark tresses brush against your forehead, you released an inaudible shaky exhale. Your fingers curling up now grasping his shirt, his lips gently brushing against yours sending sparks throughout your being. This was all becoming too much, as it felt like Jim read your mind. “Fuck it..” He whispered as he closed the distance between you, eagerly capturing your lips with his as his fingers now rested on the side of your head keeping you still. 

That’s right.. Fuck it.

You could feel your heated skin crawl by how powerful the emotion behind his kisses. His kisses fill you with nothing but thoughts of him, you didn’t hesitate to return his kisses matching his passion. He was invading your mind, body and soul– you desperately pulled him closer. Wanting him to take everything you have, wanting his thoughts to be filled with you too as your lips moved languidly together with fervor. 

A gentle gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth tasting you. A deep groan erupted from his mouth, god you loved his groans, he wanted you and he wanted to let you know that he did. The way his lips moved with yours, the sound of your breaths swallowing each other’s as your hands explored each other’s bodies leaving a firework like sensation through your clothed skin. 

It left you ravenous for more. 

“Jump..” Jim whispered against your lips, you immediately obeyed as you jumped, and instantly you felt his hands catch you. Your legs draped around his waist as his hands were under your thighs keeping you still now walking you to your room impressively without breaking the feverish kisses, tongues tangled, and hands squeezing and gripping each other. 

Jim effortlessly shoved away your neatly folded laundry off the bed before gently placing you on the mattress. Everything seemed to fade into a beautiful blur as you felt your back melt into the mattress, his body hovering over yours, as nothing else seemed to matter anymore. What only mattered was you and Jim in this moment, exploring these intense emotions that you both held for each other. Keeping your legs around his torso, diminishing the space between you two, you felt his restrained erection from his jeans as he gently grinded his hips against yours causing a moan to escape from your small frame but only to be muffled by his soft lips that were against yours. 

There was no stopping now, as you could feel the warm dampness pool in your underwear– your bodies molding together like colors on a canvas. Your hands slipped underneath his shirt feeling the movement of his back muscles moving beneath your touch. Jim then pulled away from the kiss now sitting up causing you to grunt quietly out of disapprovement wanting him to come back as he quickly discarded his ebony quarter sleeve top revealing his chest. With half lidded dazed eyes you watched as he gazed down at you with his sharp sunken ocean blue optics that were clouded with nothing but desire for you. 

Both of you were breathing heavily, aching to taste each other’s lips once more. “May I?” He asked softly as his fingers gently fiddled with the hem of your shirt. You nodded your head giving him consent to remove your white oversized t-shirt. You knew you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your shirt. You were at home, so why would you wear one? 

He swiftly removed your top, revealing your breasts– the cool air nipped at your heated skin feeling your nipples turn hard from the little breeze. In a pleasurable haze you continued to watch the way his lashes fluttered against his freckled cheeks as your heaving bosom was now exposed for him to take in. His gazed burned into your skin causing you to shiver once more, watching his lust filled eyes rake down from your exposed neck to your torso. You felt so bare in front of him, it was as if your skin was translucent and he could see right through you. 

Reading your thoughts, your emotions, your heart– it made you flushed. That was another thing you adore about him, how blue his eyes were and how a simple glance from him can make you shiver. Jim then leaned back down over you but this time you felt his fingertips delicately trace your body feeling every contour of your skin,  trailing his fingertips from your abdomen to the valley of your chest to your cheek, while he was using his other arm to hold himself over you so he wouldn’t crush you completely with his weight. 

You sucked in a sharp inhale as you felt his face lean in towards you nuzzling his nose in the nape of your neck before pressing featherlike kisses on your neck. Your eyes fluttered to a close tilting your head more to the side giving him more access to your neck, your cheek resting against his palm.  Jim didn’t hesitate to nibble and kiss as much of your skin as possible leaving you breathless.

You were aching so bad for him that it began to hurt. You could feel his lips at one spot before going to another and next thing you know he was everywhere, just worshiping you with his lips. His lips trailing down to your body, going from your neck, collarbone, then to your heaving breast. “You’re so beautiful..” Jim whispered as he kissed the center of your chest where your heartbeat was. His praise causes your pussy to clench at nothing but air.

“Jim..” You whimpered out softly as you needed him. “I got you, sweetheart. Just let me enjoy this.” He murmured as he then lowered his mouth to your breasts and glided his tongue across your nipple, earning a moan out of you as he covered your right breast with his mouth completely. While his other hand slipped past the waistband of your pajama shorts, into your underwear. You gasped softly at the cool sensation of his fingers feeling the slit of your wet folds. “You’re so wet, for me Y/N...” Jim chuckled quietly before moving his mouth to tend your other breast giving it the same attention. 

Patience was treading on thin ice with you, and you knew Jim was teasing you. And you damn well knew that he wasn’t lying either. Your underwear was beyond saving considering how aroused you were, seriously you swore you felt your arousal drip between your inner thighs until you felt Jim’s middle finger flick against your throbbing nub between your legs causing your body to jolt with a moan spilling from your lips. 

Jim took notice as he continued circling your clit with his finger feeling up your juices before slipping in his middle finger into your pussy with a gentle squelch noise. “Fuck Jim!” You whined softly in ecstasy feeling your head fall back deeper against the pillow your eyes still clamped shut as Jim pumped his finger in and out of you in a slow pace before building speed, his middle finger curling up inside of you hitting your g spot within your warm tight wet walls. 

You felt Jim pull away from your breasts before pressing his lips back onto yours muffling your moans as his tongue slipped back into your mouth mingling with yours, he then added another finger stretching you out once more causing you to whimper against his lips, as he fucked you fast and hard with his fingers despite the little room he had in your shorts and underwear.

Clearly he was preparing you and this was the only start of what was going to happen. With so much pleasure you were desperate to hold onto something, as your hands found his shoulders gripping him for dear life, the knot in your tummy beginning growing tighter, your folds fluttering shut against his fingers.

God, you have forgotten how good it felt to be touched like this, to have someone’s undivided attention on you and your pleasure alone. As the only times you had sex they would either finish too fast and leave you unsatisfied or they would make you focus on them. Not Jim, he wanted to infiltrate your thoughts with his touch, his lips– everything he possibly could and you were letting him. 

Jim then pulled his fingers out of you, quickly slipping off your shorts and underwear down to your ankles and you kicked them to the side before Jim reattached his coated fingertips to your clit. Swiping his fingers against your anching nub once more, he pulled away from your lips as you both breathed heavily in unison. You could feel your mind submerge into a euphoric haze feeling your climax creeping up on you. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this with you, sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear before nibbling your earlobe causing you to gasp softly. “M-Me too Jim..” You breathed out shuddering against his body feeling each rub from his finger sent more intense ripples of pleasure to your stomach. 

Jim then sank his fingers back into you to the knuckle curling them immaculately against your g spot once more with precision. And just like that you felt the knot become undone in your stomach as immense waves of pleasure your orgasm ripped through you sending you over to the edge. Loud mewls escaped your lips as Jim stilled his fingers inside of you, feeling your throbbing walls clamp down on his fingers. 

You both laid there breathless for a moment as Jim pressed gentle kisses around your face while you were coming down from your high. “You okay?” He asked you softly as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck pulling his fingers out from you causing you to whimper quietly from the loss of his fingers. Weakly, you nodded your head slowly catching your breath, “Jim, I want you..” you said in an airy tone as your hand reached down to his erection that was bulging from his jeans, your fingers tracing the outline evicting a sharp inhale from him.

Jim immediately obliged as he helped you pull down his pants along with his boxers allowing his cock sprung free from it’s restraints making him sigh out of relief. You couldn’t help to drool slightly at the sight of his length– how long and thick it was as it hung from his body. You weren’t sure if you wanted to taste him or have him inside of you- either way both of those thoughts were making you ache heavily with desire. 

Jesus, his wife really did hit the jackpot with this man. 

A shaky exhale left your lips as Jim gently caressed your cheek with his thumb before gently pushing you back against the mattress, his eyes fixated on you. He rose on his knees as you were now able to take in the sight of his exposed body– now his firm erection only a few inches away from your dripping entrance. “Open up your legs for me, darling.” He demanded softly with his large hands pushing your legs apart gently. His voice was deep and breathless that sent another wave of shivers throughout your body. 

Fuck, these pet names he was calling you — were going to kill you. 

Without hesitation you spread your thighs wider for him, now being completely bare and open to him. “Good girl..” Jim praised with a little smirk tugging on his lips, causing your heart to flutter. 

You were holding in your breath as you watched his hips with one gentle fluid motion he thrusted into you making you cry out loudly, your walls stretching with an intense pressure slowly filling you up only halfway in. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop?” He asked with concern as he gazed down at you; his dark graying tresses disheveled, his large hands holding your thighs keeping you still. He was so kind, it was making you melt beneath him. “I-I’m okay, keep going.” You whispered as you began to grip his shoulders once more, your nails sinking into his skin . 

“That’s my girl..” Jim praised once more as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He was so hot, you never would even think Jim would have this side of him. He then shifted his knees before thrusting into you completely, his cock deeply sheathed into you. Your mouth fell open as a loud moan spilled from your lips, your eyes clamped shut once more– god, you felt so impossibly full.  Jim completely invades you as your bodies are finally connected in the best way. Your thighs squeezed against his waist but he only pushed them apart tenderly. “Ah, F-Fuck..” He groaned out shakily, as he admired the way his cock completely vanished inside of you before closing his eyes allowing his head to fall forward slightly. 

You opened your eyes as you breathed heavily, adjusting to his size– his moans making you clench around causing him to gasp. Your desire growing insatiably stronger, you rolled your hips against his desperately pulling a loud moan out of you as you felt the head of his penis kiss your cervix. A deep grunt left his lips as he leaned down towards you releasing your thighs– his chest now pressed against yours as both of his elbows were resting on either sides of your head. 

Immediately he began thrusting into you with a slow moderate pace as your body moved up and down slightly with a string of moans spilling from your lips– pleasure completely consuming your body. Jim released a breath as he managed to grab both of your hands intertwining your fingers together pinning them next to your head as his hips slammed against yours. 

You turned your head away as you whimpered loudly at how he continued hitting your cervix with perfect precision, “Y/N… Keep your eyes on me.” Jim demanded his voice dark and low. Your body shuddered as you obliged, turning your head to look at him to find him already gazing at you with half lidded eyes that were nothing but filled with affection and lust. 

Both of your gazes burned into each other as his thrusts became more relentless, making you feel like you were on cloud nine of pleasure and ecstasy. Jim groaned as he felt your walls clamp around him tight not wanting to let him go– nevertheless he didn’t ease his hard and fast pace. All that was heard in your bedroom was the sound of wet bodies clashing together, as his cock brushed against your clit causing you to arch your back, your chest melting into his, your hands squeezing his. “S-Shit, you feel so good, Jim..” You mewled as your bodies continued moving together in sync. 

The friction between you made you burn with desire. “You feel even better, Y-Y/N..Fuck..” He gasped out as his face scrunched up slightly at how tight you were, his mouth hanging slightly open as heavy breaths escaped his parted lips as he aimed to make you come first. You could feel yourself slipping, getting lost in Jim, truly no other thoughts that weren’t anything else but him.

 You then wrapped your legs around his hips causing him to sink deeper into you making you both moan out loud in unison, the familiar coil in your stomach began to form knowing you were about to reach your climax for the second time as your heavy breathing began to become unsteady.

Jim then pressed his lips against yours in an eager open mouthed kiss, like he knew you were close and he continued plunging himself deeply into you as he was getting close to his own climax as well.  

“I-I’m close..” You breathlessly stammered against his lips as his teeth sank down at your bottom lip before pulling away and releasing it. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Jim whispered as he watched you tremble against his body squeezing his hands tightly as your body was pressed deeper into the mattress. You then cried out as your body arched against him, you felt the knot in your stomach finally snap as your climax washed over you with the familiar waves of pleasure.

Frail moans left your lips as Jim quickened his pace as he used your limp body to chase his climax before releasing a loud groan, his hips stuttering slightly before being buried deep inside of you as he ejaculated his semen, staining your walls.

Jim stayed still for a second  trying to catch his breath before slowly pulling out of you causing you to whimper softly as he collapsed on top of you, his head resting against your chest, both of your naked bodies lightly coated with sweat. Your head was spinning, your mind completely lost in a fog as you both basked in the afterglow of this moment. 

Once your breathing became steady again as you slowly came down from your high you felt Jim roll off of you as he laid next to you leaving you still laying on your back as you two went silent.

Even the silence felt so loud.

He then pulled the comforters over your naked bodies as he laid on his side facing you. You could feel his gaze burn into the side of your face as you kept your eyes on the ceiling finally processing what just happened. 

“Hey..” Jim called out to you quietly as he scooted closer to you draping his lightly freckled arm around your body pulling you close as you turned to face him on your side, you can tell that he hated when things go quiet like this.

Your little panic gaze burned into his, and he already knew how you were feeling. “Y/N..Talk to me.” Jim begged as he gently cradled your cheek with his palm which you instinctively melted into.

You sighed deeply into his touch, your mind unsure if having sex even fixed anything between you two, if anything it added more fuel to the fire of your problems. 

And this is where you knew that you messed up..

Big time. 

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PART 2 COMING SOON ;)

I hope you guys enjoyed it ! First one shot for this page. And honestly this is the first smut I’ve ever written so I hope I did Jim Justice but bro was so romantic. I apologize for any grammar error or anything that looks weird- But anyways, thank you guys for reading! ♡

[nightinthemarsh]

I love the Gotham show so much omfg

I was gonna add ivy, Harley, and Selina but they'd be really good parents and I want a kinda mid, kinda insane parent lmao

Also for a fanfiction, I swear at some point I'll actually finish a fanfiction and post ittt