#Jonathan Club

[ryan-waddell11]

happy 4/20 to them

[sydneighsays]

I drew some Jon cuz he's begrudgingly my favorite

[ID: Magnus Archives fanart of Jon Sims, a thin brown man with chin-length white-streaked hair. In the first piece, he frowns as he holds up a manila folder and says, "| know you guys hate me, but please stop hiding the statements.. I need them." The second piece shows him sitting on the floor of his office in front of his desk, biting his nails with a tired, distant expression. The lighting is dim and yellow. Captions show there's knocking followed by a muffled "Jon?"

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ID by princess-of-purple-prose

[mollymurakami]

we’re all pretty bizarre. some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.

[warandpeas]

Book Club

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Welcome to the “whoops! I accidentally started got manipulated into starting the apocalypse!” Club. Members being Jonathan Sims and Mable Pines. They’re both ✨traumatised✨

Bonus comic

[looks-at-you]

have you ever considered an all-avatar group chat BECAUSE I KNOW I SURE HAVE:

Jon gets added when he wakes up from his coma and spends all his time ignoring it

Micheal sends awful quality memes at ungodly hours (not 100% sure if Helen would tbh..)

Nikola and Annabelle in a war over the chat name (Helen joins the fight on Annabelles side)

sometimes elias sends pictures of jon and everyone clowns on him

^this is also what was happening when he first discovered the chat sdsghsfdsdsds

jon: "hey could i not get kidnapped today?" everyone: "hmm no"

feel free to add on idk im tired

[moominmammaonheroin]

Bare bones kind of stuff but I’m posting none the less. Also if I genuinely opened commissions would anyone buy one?

[tmblr-university]

When you wake up and all your stuff is gone

Tumblr University's Charity Shoutout of the Week

[harbingerofsoup]

just as a retrospective, i love that this year we decided that jonathan maybe isn’t fully human, like yeah something’s off with our friend, we still love him tho

[thai-09]

byler and heartstopper, my two favorite things

[cuepickle]

Stranger Things x Breakfast Club AU (part ?)

[marksbear2]

Can I request DC Scarecrow giving head to male reader? Preferably the Arkham Knight version

Reader is tied up, his hands wrapped to the corners of the bed; same with legs. And Scarecrow is just sucking his dick at a slow pace. Idk if reader is naked or not, but Scarecrow is fully clothed.

I can just imagine Scarecrow just staring at reader the entire time, not breaking any contact, making reader get a bit shy.

In the middle, Scarecrow will pull out and proceeds to gently stroke reader with his hand (obviously the one without the needles) while complimenting him (Such a good boy, you’re cute when you’re shy, etc.) making reader become more timid, before sucking it again.

When reader says they’re bout to cum, Scarecrow just slowly goes deep and sucks the whole dick in his mouth as reader cums inside him. Then he pulls out and starts licking around the tip, eyes transfixed on reader. Reader begins to sleep, and Scarecrow unties him, says “Sweet Dreams” and leaves.

(Wait, imagine reader raising his hips up without thinking, causing Scarecrow to gag, and he just puts his hands with the needles close to reader’s neck as a “Do that again, and I’ll inject you” threat, and continues sucking while staring daggers at him, before eventually softening up and moves the hand away, causing reader to relax)

Can you tell I have too much time on my hands?

I love this request I like the way you think. Thank you and I absolutely love scarecrow. But hopefully I got the right version you wanted.

⚠️Warnings- pure smut, little bit long, tied up reader, blowjob, deep throat, throatpie, threatening, needles mentioned, orgasm torture, Stroking and jerking off, praising and compliments.⚠️

Johnathan ‘Scarcrow’ Crane x male reader

”Hah!~ mmph…Fu-fuck!.”

The noises escaped the male as his arms were apart tied onto the side of the bed. Your back was arched and slightly raised off the bed.

Though your eyes were looking up at the celling you felt eyes just glaring up at you. His mouth sucking and licking around your cock. You continued to let out heavy breaths.

“Enough— please enough.” You said with a sharp gasp as you feel him deepthroat your cock.

He was going so slow, and you hated it. You hated this slow and agonizing pace he was doing.

His tongue was licking around tracing the veins all the way up to the tip of your cock just to push himself back down on your cock.

Your jaw clenched as you softly gasped again. He was just toying with you at this point.

He treated you as if you were some damn dildo he could just suck and play with.

Working up the encourage you look down wanting to see the man who’s sucking your cock. Your back shivered once your eyes met his own. He was looking directly at you studying every inch of your movement. Scarecrow noticed the nervous glimmer in your eyes so he slowly pulled his mouth back letting your cock go with a ‘pop’

You immediately let out a sigh of relief but also pleasure. Then suddenly Scarecrow’s hand wrapped around your cock pumping and stroking it.

“Such a pretty little boy for me.” Scarecrow said as he squeezed his hand around your cock. His grip was rough and like he was taunting you.

“Hmph!~ fuck, fuck!~” You said in a rush mutter, his hand continued to jerk you off while he whispered in his deep voice compliments and praises.

You could barely pay attention to his words. Your hips rolled into his hand. As your wrist wiggled around and tugged against the rope that held his arms up and apart.

“Such a cute boy.” He said, how could he be praising you while having such a taunting tone as well. He watched as well as your arms tried to fight back from the restraint.

“How cute, you cannot handle teasing and your dick getting sucked.” Scarecrow said as he laughed in a taunting tone. You closed your eyes, feeling way too flustered and shy to keep your eyes on him.

Soon enough he put his head back down and began to suck your tip before slowly sucking half of your cock as he used his hand to pump the rest he didn’t have in his mouth.

As his head went down further his hand left your cock.

It was all feeling too good, and on instinct your hips thrusted forward catching Scarecrow off guard. You had your full cock deep inside his mouth without warning. He gagged in your cock, immediately choked once it reached the back of his throat causing him to cough around your cockS

You held your hips up until his hand grabbed you by your hip forcing it down as he pulled away from your cock and sat up looking at you.

Almost in a blur you suddenly saw his hand coming to your neck. You hitched your breath as your entire body tensed as you see the metal shimmer under your chin. It was a needle.

“Do that again, and I’ll inject you.”

“Do not test me, I would not hesitate.”

You were still slightly tensed as his eyes had a cold glare on you. It passed a good minute, it was a waiting game for which one of you would move person.

Slowly moving his hand away he stared up at you studying your movement. You hitched your breath feeling his mouth back around your cock. You could barely get passed the fact that he just threatened you, but his slow pace around your cock really ignored all the signals your head was giving you.

You were letting out desperate whines and moans as you felt your cock twitch in his mouth.

Tugging and struggling agasint the restraints from both your arms and legs as you felt your orgasm nearing. You held yourself back from thrusting upwards again but damn his mouth was doing wonders on you.

“Pull out, pull out I’m gonna cum!!” You said in a whiny tone warning him. That seemed to really catch his attention.

He stopped for a moment still having his mouth on your cock.

You let out a sigh of relief thinking that he’s gonna stop and let you just cum on yourself or on his face. But instead he goes down on you even more causing you to gasp and moan. Your legs wanted to curl and rise wanting to kick him off of your cock. Your stomach tightened as you tried to move away.

Slowly his nose is met with your pubes/skin having your full cock. Your cock twitched inside of his mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut letting out a loud and whiny moan as you shot your cum down in his mouth.

As your cock continued to pump its cum you felt his mouth swallowing the cum down his throat. You let out even more whimpers as you felt him continuing to suck you off.

He slowly pulled himself up stopping at the tip and sucking it off as well before pulling away with a ‘pop’ you were breathless as he was finally satisfied with you.

He stood up undoing the restraints legs first then arms next. He took his time just studying your exhausted sight. You arms were still tied before you eventually began to lull yourslef. Your body still had immense pleasure but also satisfaction enough to fall asleep.

Scarecrow noticed your sleeping figure and held your face stroking it his eyes fixated on you until finally cutting off the rest of the rope.

He was fully dress so he didn’t have to do much, he cupped your face and under his breath whispered “Sweet dreams.” Before gently laying your head down on the pillow before walking away.

He doesn’t spare another glance as he left the bedroom shutting the door behind him.

THE END

[sydneighsays]

The girls are so mean to him 💀💀 this man couldn't even rest in a coma

[ineffable-ezra]

NO FUCKING WAY

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

If You Can't Dance 7

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.

Note: this is what you get when you encourage me. Please leave any and all feedback! 😍

Part of The Club AU

You spend the rest of the day in a void. Your migraine keeps you hidden beneath a pillow, curtains drawn, unmoving and uncomfortable. When you finally manage to sleep, the dull pain remains, throbbing in your forehead until you wake in a sweat. 

It’s still early, the sun has yet to rise. You push the blankets off of you and put your head on top of the pillow. You don’t move further than that, wary of the shadow of the migraine hovering in your skull. You sink into a daze until your alarm goes off and you sit up stiffly, dreading a new day ahead of you. 

Now that you’re required in office, you have to get up even earlier. You pick out a purple turtleneck and a long pleated skirt with black and white stripes. You throw a necklace of plastic beads around the cowl of the shirt and tuck your feet into a pair of velvet loafers.  

You ready your lunch and a thermos of tea to take with you. You’re running out of time. As your phone vibes, you don’t have time to check it. You’re still trying to shake off the fog from your migraine as you shamble out the door and to your car. 

You drive slow, overly cautious, and tense as a rod. You wish you could just stay home and hide like you always do. You’re sure you can find something else from home but for now, you need to stick with this. Besides, you’ve worked your way up the pay ladder. Starting over isn’t exactly ideal. 

As you pull into the lot, you reach to grab your phone from the little slot between the cupholders. The screen flashes to remind you of your unchecked notifications. It’s a Teams message. Shoot. Jonathan. Your de facto boss. 

You tap the message. 

‘Good morning. I hope you are feeling better. Should you wish to work from home, you may connect to the remote server. Please let me know if I can offer any support’. 

The message is unusually concerned. Typically, you use an automated portal to put in for absences or vacation and if you need to be offline, you email Jensen and rarely get more than a thumbs up in return. It’s too late now anyway. 

You grab your bag and keep your phone clutched tight. You get out and lock the doors, treading heavily over the tarmac. You look up at the shining glass panes that line that outer walls. Everything here is so bright and open. You hate it. 

As you get to the front door, another figure approaches from the other corner of the building. G doesn’t say a word as he opens the door and holds it for you. You thank him and he follows you inside. You note that he hasn’t traded his gray hoodie for a blazer or dress shirt. He doesn’t seem the type to care or the heed warnings. 

He walks at your back as you try to recall your way through the hallways. You stop and he hits your shoulders, putting his hand to your back to still himself. He apologise and pulls away. 

“Sorry, I forgot where I’m going,” you murmur. 

“Mm,” he grumbles, “wish I could help. I hate this place.” 

You want to agree with the sentiment but you wouldn’t want to be overheard. You give him a strained look and shrug. He frowns. 

“Question,” he says sharply. 

“Yes?” You’re suddenly nervous. 

“Do you have other tea suggestions? I like the mint but I want something new.” 

“Oh,” you think and scrunch up your lips, “anything in the same brand is good, I find. They have a toasted coconut flavour but it’s hard to find.” 

“Toasted coconut,” he repeats. “I’ll look out for it.” He looks down the hall and sighs, “see ya ‘round.” 

He stalks off before you can respond. He’s strange like that. Abrupt, awkward, and slightly scary. You peer around and orient yourself according to the breakroom. You think you remember. 

You go to the exact wrong corner of the building and have to turn back before you find the correct door. Your name is the only assurance that you’re not entirely lost. It still says ‘senior developer’. As long as the misplaced title doesn’t come with the extra work, it can’t matter that much. 

“Ah, there you are,” your name draws you back before you can escape into the office. You turn to face Jonathan as he struts down the hall, “you didn’t respond to my message. I assume you are feeling better.” 

“Um, yes, I only just saw it,” you say, “sorry, but appreciate it.” 

“Again, I must apologise about the flowers, if I’d known...” he lifts his hand and shows the paper gift bag hooked around his fingers, “I’ve found a suitable welcome gift this time.” 

You look him in the face then at the bag, “oh, you don’t need to--” 

“It’s what we do here. All our new members received their own welcome. I do feel terrible that yours backfired so egregiously.” 

“No, it’s okay,” you take the bag with some hesitation. “Thanks. Um, I should get settled, I’m probably already behind.” 

“As I said, if you should require any support, you only need message,” he insists, “and please, take care of yourself. Do not put the work above your health.” 

“Mm, okay.” 

“You’ve something in case, for headaches, I mean?” He asks. 

“Uh, tylenol,” you shrug, “really, I’m feeling alright.” 

“Very well, I made certain the cleaners did a thorough scour to be sure no pollen was left behind,” he states proudly. “Oh, and do let me know if there’s anything else? If you need anything for your office? Or perhaps would like to relocate. I know the sun can come in at the wrong angle after noon.” 

“Really, it’s fine,” you say, biting down on your exasperation. You just want to work. You want to be left alone. “Thank you.” 

“A pleasure,” he grins. 

You nod and slowly back away. You turn and enter your office but don’t close the door. That feels like too much. You cross to the desk and put your bag beside the chair and the gift on top. You’ll deal with that once you get signed in. Or maybe when you get caught up. You really don’t care. 

[yallemagne]

Mina: “Jonathan, I’ve noticed that you need more male friends.”

Jonathan: “I do not.”

Mina: “You always spend all your time with me and Lucy, and any time you can’t, you mope around the house waiting for me to return.”

Jonathan: “I don’t get along with men!”

Mina: “What about the journalist from The Exeter News?”

Jonathan: “That is your friend. I introduced you two, sure, but every man I introduce to you is immediately more charmed with you than with me.”

Mina: “Well, what about Mr. Hawkins?”

Jonathan: “Mina, he loves you! He likes you much more than me.”

Mina: “That is a complete lie! Surely, he sees me as an extension of you. He loves me as his daughter-in-law.”

Jonathan: “Mina, if anyone is the in-law, it’s me. You’re his pride and joy!”

Mina: “It’s not like he even raised me! Meanwhile, you were at least trained by him.”

Jonathan: “But it’s you he brags about. He grants us a loan once and suddenly all your accomplishments are a result of him being our benefactor. “Did you know Mina is a schoolmistress?” Yes, boss, I’m married to her. He sees you as his own daughter.”

Mina: “And what of you?”

Jonathan: “His clerk.”

Mina: “Well! It’s not going to happen again! I’m going to introduce you to a whole posse of men, and they’re all going to love you!”

*few days later*

Van Helsing: “Oh, dear husband of Madam Mina-”

Jonathan: *side-eyes Mina*

Mina: “... listen--”