#jonathan crane headcanons

[ennui-whimsy-and-me]

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Excellent timing, babes.

I just finished some headcanons I had about Jonathan being sent to Arkham.

Jonathan Crane x Reader Headcanons

When Jonathan gets locked up in Arkham, he fully believes that you’ll abandon him. Not because he believes that you’re unloyal, but because in his mind, “Why would you stay?”. Why would you put yourself at risk of danger and ridicule, for him? Because he is insecure and cynical, and he refuses to believe that someone would care that much for him. He’s not angry, but he does feel a strong bitterness for his predicament.

So, when he is brought into a visitation room to see who he expects to be a lawyer or a detective, he is surprised to see you.

He’ll sit there, not saying anything, as he studies you. The look of worry and relief that is written plainly across your face confuses him. However, he’s not about to get his hopes up, so he gives you a smirk and asks if you’ve come to say your final goodbyes to him.

He arches a brow when he’s met with a simple, “Don’t be ridiculous, Jonathan”. When you start your questions of “Are you alright? How are they treating you? Is there anyone I can call? Can I bring you anything? What can I do?” is when his walls crumble.

Because no one has ever shown him such concern or care. Not his neighbors when his grandparents abused him. Not his teachers when he was viciously bullied. But you do. You are sitting in front of him, fretting over him.

He won’t verbalize or outwardly express the relief he feels that you aren’t abandoning him. Except how he looks at you. The way he watches you during the remainder of your visit can only be described as pure adoration and affection.

When the visiting hour ends and he’s forced away from you, you hastily wrap your arms around him before the guards can tell you off. He melts. Still locked in his straitjacket, all he can do is lean into you and soak up your warmth. When your fingers tangle into his hair, he almost whines groans. All too soon he is dragged out and his mood quickly sours.

Two things happen that night. First, Jonathan finalizes his plans for escaping Arkham. Second, he decides on the kind of ring he’s going to get you.

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[fear-and-riddles]

OOC Headcanon: Jonathan “Scarecrow” Crane is the most animalistic of the humanoid rogues and nothing can convince me otherwise. The concept of a tall lanky dusty guy just lunging at you to try and bite a chunk of your face off for saying something moderately stupid is just beyond terrifying. Plus I am just a sucker for animalistic horror. <3

[chillian-murphy]

Stepbro Jonathan for @futurefamousdeadmusician

*You don't know him that well before he moves into you house, in fact, the only thing that you really know about him is his name and the fact that he's a year or two older than you

*He's relatively quiet, and prefers sticking to his books over getting to know you or spending time in common areas with you and the rest of your family

*However, there is one nice thing about him, which is that he always does your laundry for you

*What you don't know is that this is just a cover for him to go through your stuff and steal your used panties

*You caught him jerking off into one of your socks, once. He claims that it was the first thing he found lying around, but you always keep your stuff separate from his and had a sneaking suspicion he sought it out specifically

*Eventually, you get to know him slightly better, and you find out that he's studying psychology, hoping to land a scholarship at a fancy college your family otherwise wouldn't be able to afford

*One he knows that you know this, he uses it as an excuse to ask you probing questions, especially about your love life

*He especially wants to know if you're a virgin

[death-by-frisbee]

Cuddling Headcanons with BTAS Jonathan Crane

I don't think this dude got a lot of affection as a kid, or at all honestly

So he's not used to being touched so lovingly

He'll be tense when you first try to hug him, but he'll soften if you tell him you're just trying to cuddle.

Practically becomes a doll in your arms

I hope you don't mind being monologued at, because this dude will talk your goddamn ear off. He's not trying to be obnoxious but it can come off that way...he's trying his best though

I think all the Scarecrows have sensitive skin. So even caressing him lightly will make him melt.

Similarly, I also think all the Scarecrows enjoy having their hair stroked. BTAS in particular is very cagey about this and believes you'd see him as weak if he asked you to pet his hair. So you'll have to initiate it.

He will try to act disinterested, like he's only just *allowing* you to do it because you want to, but once you run your fingers through his luxuriously fluffy hair, he can't hide his blush.

He gets more affectionate the more time he spends with you. He's still embarrassed by PDA due to his trauma, but he's trying to work through it. And of course he's often busy working on his fear toxin. But when he gets the chance to cuddle you he will always take it.

Honestly he just wants to feel loved.

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Jonathan Crane x GN/AFAB!Reader Headcanons

Headcanons about Jonathan Crane and his life with an alt (emo/ goth) partner.

warnings: mentions of taxidermy, mentions of witchcraft, mentions of religion, mentions of animal remains, theft, innuendo, mature themes, mentions of body modifications

word count: 696

author's note: as ya'll know I'm a slut for Jonathan so I decided to do some headcanons about him with an alt partner (I'm alt soo it was warranted) I based these headcanons on universal and well known characteristics of alt peeps as well some based on me and my friends. i hope everyone enjoys! (:

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＊ Jonathan is obviously a criminal, so nothing is stopping him from stealing. this includes him stealing things from inbound patients at Arkham Asylum. He often finds things that remind him of you and will give them to you. You know where they come from, obviously, because you know who Jonathan is, but you find it endearing and romantic that he thinks of you.

＊ You and Jonathan live on the outskirts of the city, where there’s plenty of woodland to explore. Jonathan enjoys it because it gives him peace from work and being a villain, you enjoy it because there are oodles of animal bones and plants to scavenge. 

＊ Keeping that in mind, you often use the plants or bones or even still-fresh remains you find for your spells/ rituals/ altars/ taxidermy/ crafts. Sometimes, Jonathan will also find things when he’s out exploring or getting away from things. Every now and then, he’ll try different plants for new toxins, so he’s out scouring the woods. He’s always thinking of you, of course, so whenever Jonathan comes across a cool-looking plant or the skull of an animal, he snatches it up immediately.

＊ He admires your belief system. Whether it’s Witchcraft, Hellenism, etc., he appreciates the art and dedication you put into it. Jonathan sees it as equivalent to science in a way- creating spells and mixtures and getting something new from it. Sometimes, he asks for your help with his experiments simply because of your knowledge of apothecaries and spells.

＊  Black is your color. Jonathan knows this and doesn’t mind that you’re clad in all black whenever he has to make an appearance in Gotham. You get plenty of stares, sure, but he doesn’t care about that. Jonathan doesn’t really care about anything except his experiments and you.

＊ Jonathan finds your body mods (tattoos, piercings, etc.) intriguing. When you first met, he had a ton of questions about them. Did they hurt? What do they mean? He loves the different jewelry you wear as well. 

＊ Your obsession with horror is one of Jonathan’s favorite things about you. He finds it adorable that you can quote numerous horror movies and even recite lines as they’re being said. When Halloween comes around, it’s always a treat (non pun intended.) You love cosplaying various horror characters from movies, shows, and video games. Jonathan adores it and sometimes plays along.

＊ Speaking of Halloween, one year, he dressed as a priest, and you dressed as an undead nun. This year, you’re becoming a crow, and he’s dressing as you guessed it- a scarecrow. You’re already planning next year’s costumes.

＊ You’ll drag Jonathan to concerts and cons all the time. At first, he was hesitant to go to them, but the more you’ve taken him, the more he’s grown interested. Your favorite bands are now his favorite bands. He’s found himself humming the heaviest of songs you introduced him to. You used to beg him to dress for the cons, but now you don’t have to. Jonathan already has ideas for the next con, even.

＊ You and Jonathan surprisingly have a lot in common. You had rough childhoods, you have a genuine disdain for other people most of the time, cats are interesting to both of you, and you have some mental illness as well, and so does he, obviously. You also have a mutual hatred for Batman. You think he’s overrated, and Jonathan, well, why he hates him is obvious, too.

＊ Did someone say fishnets? Jonathan has bought you so many pairs of those and knee socks because he’ll literally rip them off you. He gets you a bunch of fishnets in different colors to match the lingerie sets he buys you. Jonathan thinks you look the hottest in red.

＊ Jonathan’s favorite intimate thing to do is dye your roots or paint your nails. At first, he hated doing your hair, but now he does it without a problem, plus he’ll even touch up your layers. He’s delicate when painting your nails, holding your hands softly but firmly. Jonathan is very intricate in nature, so he does them flawlessly every time.

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made a reference sheet for myself and thought I’d share with y’all 🎃

[incorrectbatfam]

What would the Bat-Kids do if they found out Joe Chill, the guy who shot Bruce’s parents, had escaped from Arkham Asylum?

- Do they tell Bruce?

- Or do they go after Joe without telling him?

Joe Chill: *leaving his cell*

Riddler: Riddle me this: who has two thumbs and is making a rather feeble escape attempt?

Joe Chill: Be quiet.

Two-Face: You killed Thomas and Martha Wayne. They gave you two life sentences.

Joe Chill: If you shut up, you can come with me.

Joker: No thanks. What you did wasn't funny, just wrong.

Scarecrow: The murder clown has a point, I fear.

Mr. Freeze: We may be enemies to the public, but that doesn't mean our standards have to be absolute zero.

Joe Chill, scoffing: Your loss.

Clayface: *thumbs down*

Killer Moth: *starts booing*

Condiment King: Get back in your cell. I saved the sauce packets from lunch and I'll use them.

Joe Chill, returning to his cell: Man, even the ketchup guy?

[urdreamydoodles]

Bat-Villains x Reader

They realize they love you after a nightmare about you dying

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, Two-Face, The Riddler & The Penguin

The Joker

- The Joker had always laughed at the idea of love. It was messy, inconvenient, and far too human for someone as “elevated” as him. So, when the nightmare came—your lifeless body crumpled beneath the rubble of some grim Gotham alley—it caught him off guard. His cackles turned to hollow echoes as he screamed your name, the vibrant color of his world bleeding into dull gray.

- He jolted awake with a gasp, his face covered in a rare sheen of sweat. His usual smirk was absent as his wild eyes darted around the room, landing on your sleeping form beside him. You were alive, breathing softly, your face peaceful in slumber. The sight of you alive was a jolt to his twisted heart.

- For the first time in a long while, he didn’t laugh. He sat there, his thoughts in chaos, a war between his denial and the crushing realization that he couldn’t imagine a world without you. It scared him more than Batman ever could. He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the emotions bubbling to the surface.

- “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, his voice shaking. But his hand moved on its own, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent, and he froze, a flicker of vulnerability flashing in his usually unhinged eyes.

- He stayed awake for hours, staring at you, convincing himself that this was just some fleeting weakness. But the image of your death lingered, gnawing at him, turning his denial into reluctant acceptance. “You’ve done it, haven’t you?” he whispered bitterly. “You’ve made the Clown Prince of Crime care.”

- The next morning, his usual theatrics were toned down. He stayed unusually close to you, his hand lingering on yours longer than normal. You raised an eyebrow at his behavior, and he waved it off with a manic laugh, but deep inside, he knew he’d never let you out of his sight again.

- That night, he held you a little tighter than usual, his arms wrapped around you as if to shield you from the world. “You’re mine,” he whispered into the darkness, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “And no one will take you from me. Not even death.”

Harleen Quinzel aka. Harley Quinn

- Harley’s dreams were usually chaotic, filled with explosions, bright colors, and nonsensical antics. But this one was different. It was dark, quiet, and horrifying. She saw you, broken and bleeding, calling out to her with your last breath. No amount of laughter or jokes could save you.

- She woke with a start, her heart pounding and tears streaming down her cheeks. “Puddin’?!” she gasped instinctively, but then her eyes landed on you. You were there, next to her, your chest rising and falling steadily. Relief washed over her, and she let out a shaky laugh.

- Harley wasn’t one to dwell on emotions—she usually masked them with jokes and a bubbly exterior. But this dream? It shook her to her core. She sat up, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch your face, as if reassuring herself you were real.

- “What’s goin’ on with me?” she whispered to herself. She knew the answer deep down but wasn’t ready to admit it. The thought of losing you had torn her apart in the dream, and the intensity of her feelings scared her.

- For the rest of the night, she stayed awake, her mind racing. She replayed every moment with you, every smile, every laugh, and every time you’d stood by her side. “Guess I’m hooked,” she murmured with a small, bittersweet smile.

- The next day, she was more clingy than usual, following you around and cracking even more jokes than normal. You noticed her odd behavior, but she brushed it off with a wink and a kiss on the cheek. “Just feelin’ extra lovey-dovey today, sugar!”

- That night, as you lay in her arms, she finally whispered the words she’d been too scared to say aloud. “I love ya, ya know? Like… the real kinda love, not the crazy kinda love. Well, maybe a lil’ crazy, but still real.” She kissed your forehead, her heart lighter than it had been in years.

Pamela Isley aka. Poison Ivy

- Pamela’s dreams were rarely nightmares. But this one? It was a haunting vision of you lying lifeless among her beloved plants, your blood staining the green foliage. The image was so vivid, so horrifying, that it shattered her usual composure.

- She woke with a sharp inhale, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes darted to your side of the bed, relief flooding her as she saw you curled up peacefully. The nightmare lingered, though, its dark tendrils wrapping around her thoughts.

- Ivy wasn’t one to let emotions control her. She prided herself on being logical, detached. But this dream forced her to confront the truth she’d been avoiding. She cared for you—deeply, irrevocably—and the thought of losing you was unbearable.

- She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of your cheek. Her touch was soft, almost reverent, as if she feared you might disappear if she pressed too hard. “You’ve rooted yourself in my life, haven’t you?” she whispered.

- For hours, she stayed by your side, watching you sleep, her mind racing with plans to ensure your safety. She’d protect you, no matter the cost. “No one will harm you,” she vowed quietly. “Not while I still breathe.”

- The next day, her demeanor was gentler than usual. She handed you a cup of tea, her green eyes soft as they met yours. “Drink this,” she said. “It’ll keep you healthy. And stay close to me today, alright?” Her protective side was in full bloom.

- That night, as you lay in her arms, surrounded by the soft glow of her plants, she finally let herself be vulnerable. “You’re the one thing I can’t afford to lose,” she admitted. “I’ve spent my life fighting for the earth, but you? You’ve become my world.”

Bane

- Bane’s dreams were typically filled with battles and conquests, but this one was different. He saw you, broken and defeated, your life slipping away because he hadn’t been strong enough to protect you. The sight of your lifeless form was a blow worse than any he’d taken in the ring.

- He woke with a start, his chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon. His eyes immediately sought you out, relief washing over him when he saw you safe and sound, curled up beside him. But the dream lingered, the pain and helplessness gnawing at him.

- Bane wasn’t used to feeling weak, but that nightmare had shaken him. He sat up, his massive frame tense as he stared down at you. “You are my strength,” he murmured, the words foreign on his tongue but no less true.

- For hours, he sat there, replaying the nightmare in his mind. He realized then just how much you meant to him, how deeply you’d carved yourself into his life. “I cannot lose you,” he vowed, his voice low and resolute.

- The next morning, his protective instincts were in overdrive. He insisted on accompanying you everywhere, his large hand resting possessively on your shoulder. When you questioned his sudden behavior, he simply replied, “You are important to me. That is reason enough.”

- That night, as you lay in his arms, he finally let his walls down. “I have fought many battles,” he said quietly. “But the thought of losing you? That is a battle I cannot win.” His voice was thick with emotion, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see.

- Bane’s love was fierce and unwavering, and from that moment on, he made it his mission to keep you safe. “You are my heart,” he admitted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I will protect you with every ounce of strength I possess.”

Jonathan Crane aka. Scarecrow

- Jonathan’s dreams were often macabre reflections of his own fears twisted into nightmarish landscapes. But this time, it wasn’t about him. The nightmare was about you—your lifeless body crumpled in a dark alley, surrounded by shadows, your voice calling his name in desperation before falling silent forever.

- He woke abruptly, his breath shallow and ragged, the echo of your scream still ringing in his ears. For a moment, he sat frozen, his hands trembling slightly. Then his eyes darted to the bed, where you lay peacefully, your chest rising and falling in soft rhythm.

- Jonathan wasn’t one to embrace vulnerability, yet this dream left him shaken. He stared at you, his mind racing with an uncomfortable realization: he cared for you far more than he’d ever allowed himself to admit. Losing you, even in a nightmare, felt like losing a part of himself.

- He leaned closer, his hand hovering over your cheek but not quite touching, as if afraid to disturb the calm you radiated. “You’re more dangerous than fear itself,” he murmured quietly, his voice tinged with a rare warmth. “Because you’ve made me weak.”

- The following day, Jonathan was quieter than usual, his sharp words softened when directed at you. He lingered in your presence, finding excuses to stay close, though he masked his concern with his usual intellectual aloofness.

- That night, as you stirred beside him, Jonathan finally let his guard down. “You don’t realize it, do you?” he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “You’ve made me care… and that terrifies me.” His fingers brushed against yours, a silent vow to keep you safe.

- From that moment on, he became even more meticulous in his plans, ensuring no one could ever harm you. Jonathan Crane, the master of fear, had found something he feared more than anything: a world without you in it.

Harvey Dent aka. Two-Face

- Harvey’s nightmares were like a coin flip—sometimes they reflected his inner turmoil, other times they felt like cruel twists of fate. This time, it was the latter. He saw you, the one person who made him feel whole, bleeding out in his arms as he screamed for help that never came.

- He jolted awake, his hands clutching the sheets tightly as he gasped for air. His scarred side twitched involuntarily, but his eyes sought you immediately. Relief washed over him as he saw you sleeping soundly beside him, completely unaware of his inner torment.

- Harvey sat up, running a hand down his face. The nightmare had been too vivid, too real. He couldn’t shake the image of your lifeless body, the way your eyes had stared at him, full of trust even as the light faded from them.

- “You’re my anchor,” he whispered, his dual voice cracking slightly. “You make me believe there’s still something good in me.” The thought of losing you wasn’t just painful; it felt like losing the last shred of humanity he had left.

- The next day, Harvey was unusually protective, his coin flipping idly between his fingers as he shadowed your every move. When you teased him about being overly cautious, he brushed it off with a half-smile. “Can’t be too careful,” he muttered, though his eyes betrayed his deeper worry.

- That night, as you curled up beside him, Harvey wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “You’re the one thing in my life that doesn’t need a coin flip,” he admitted softly. “I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

- From then on, his duality softened slightly when it came to you. Both sides of Harvey Dent—man and monster—agreed on one thing: you were worth everything. And he wouldn’t let anyone take you from him.

Edward Nygma aka. The Riddler

- Edward’s nightmares weren’t random; they were puzzles of his subconscious, riddled with hidden meanings and twisted scenarios. But this time, the riddle was cruelly simple: you were dead, taken from him in a moment of chaos he couldn’t control or predict. The answer to the nightmare was devastatingly clear—he couldn’t solve it.

- He woke in a cold sweat, his mind racing as if trying to piece together clues to prove the dream wasn’t real. When his eyes landed on you, still peacefully asleep beside him, he let out a shaky breath, relief flooding his system.

- For once, Edward was at a loss for words. The nightmare had shaken him in a way few things could. He prided himself on his intellect, his ability to plan for every contingency, yet the thought of losing you felt like an unsolvable equation.

- “You’ve become my greatest mystery,” he murmured, brushing a hand through his hair as he watched you sleep. “How did you manage to make me feel this way?” His voice was tinged with frustration, but beneath it was an undeniable warmth.

- The next day, Edward was more attentive than usual, his riddles and taunts aimed at others rather than you. He stuck close, his sharp eyes scanning for any potential threat, though he masked his concern behind his usual arrogance.

- That night, as you curled up against him, Edward allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. “You’re the only thing in my life that doesn’t need a riddle to explain,” he admitted softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. “And I’ll make sure no one ever takes you from me.”

- From that point on, Edward’s plans always included you at the center, his mind working tirelessly to ensure your safety. For a man obsessed with answers, you had become the only certainty in his life.

Oswald Cobblepot aka. The Penguin

- Oswald’s nightmares were usually filled with power struggles and betrayal, but this one was personal. He saw you, his constant companion and solace, gunned down in a rival’s crossfire. The sight of your blood pooling beneath you was enough to send a chill through even his cold heart.

- He woke with a start, his usual composure shattered as he sat up, his breath heavy. His sharp eyes immediately sought you out, relief flooding him as he saw you beside him, alive and unharmed. But the nightmare had left its mark.

- Oswald prided himself on his control, yet the dream had revealed a vulnerability he couldn’t ignore. He sat in silence, his mind replaying the nightmare over and over, each iteration driving home just how much you meant to him.

- “You’re more valuable than all the riches in Gotham,” he muttered, his voice low and gruff. He reached out, his gloved hand brushing against yours, the gesture unusually tender for a man like him.

- The following day, Oswald’s protective instincts were in overdrive. He doubled your security, barking orders at his henchmen to ensure your safety. When you questioned his sudden behavior, he simply replied, “You’re too important to risk.”

- That night, as you rested your head on his shoulder, Oswald finally let his walls down. “You’ve done the impossible,” he admitted quietly. “You’ve made the Penguin care about something other than power. And I won’t let anyone take that away from me.”

- From then on, his love for you was evident in every action. For a man who thrived in Gotham’s cold, dark underworld, you were his one source of light—and he’d do whatever it took to keep you safe.

[ennui-whimsy-and-me]

Oh, if we’re sharing our Dr. Crane head canons - I have a few 👀 @lau219

My personal head canons about Dr. Jonathan Crane…

• Is a total powerhouse, but is actually really insecure. Not that he’d ever let anyone know. Except his s/o. But it takes a long time for him to let down his walls enough for them to get a glimpse of it.

• Despite not wanting anyone to see him like that, he prefers complete vulnerability from his partner. Craves it even. He sees it as the highest form of intimacy and control.

• If Jonathan completely trusts you, he will actively seek out comfort from you. Will open up to you about things that he would kill others for knowing.

• Despite what some may think, Jonathan actually enjoys PDA. Now, don’t expect to be sitting on his lap and making out. But handholding, hugs, and a peck on the lips or cheek are all welcomed.

• Because of the neglect and abuse he experienced throughout his younger years (canon) he is very touch starved and craves affection. But he will never ask for it. Ever. He’d rather you come to him, which plays into his need for control. But, also because he wants to feel wanted and needed.

• So if you’re alone at home or in his office, feel free to drape yourself over him. He’ll love it. He won’t say so, but he’ll pull you closer and bury his face in your neck. Just soaking in your warmth and scent, everything he associates with home.

• He will not say “I love you” first. Because he wants to be sure that you love and are devoted to him first. The fear of your rejection is not something he handles well.

• If he knows that he loves you and that he completely trusts you, he will tell you. He is not subtle. Don’t expect sonnets, but he will absolutely tell you how he’d commit atrocities over you.

• Does perform experiments on you without your knowledge or consent. Nothing that’ll actually hurt you, but things he believes will help to better take care of you. He absolutely puts a micro dose of fear toxin in your coffee at some point. Just to see if your greatest fear is something he can work to help you over come, or at least something he can protect you from.

• When it comes to sex, he wants as much contact as possible. He also wants to see your face the entire time. Wants to see and hear how he’s making you feel. So any positions that allow this, you will be in.

• The only exception is when you visit him in his office and he just can’t resist bending you over his desk. He’ll probably shove your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet then. He is at work after all, and he needs to be professional.

• Definitely has a bondage kink. He loves the feeling of power and control he gets from having you tied up and vulnerable for him. He also loves that you trust him enough to let him do what he wants with you.

• Has fucked you on examination tables before. Especially ones with stirrups.

• If you want to hear him moan, call him “sir”.

• If you want him to come in seconds, call him “Doctor”.

• Hates religion and therefore anything associated with it. So don’t expect him to get into the “holly jolly spirit”. He’s not an ass though, you will get a present if you insist on celebrating.

• The first gift he gets from you (whether it’s birthday, holiday, special occasion, or just because) you don’t get a big reaction. He’s very polite and tells you that he likes and appreciates your gift, but then it’s back to work. Only because he’s trying desperately not to get choked up and emotional in front of you. Because it’s the first gift he’s gotten since he was a very small child.

(( Honestly this turned into word vomit. I was just gonna post the first 4 but then I kept going 🤦‍♀️ ))

[chillian-murphy]

🍼🧸Age Play/Agere Headcanons🧸🍼

Age play and regression headcanons for Tommy, Jackson, Jonathan, Robert, Neil, and Kitten. Because everyone deserves to feel little and cared for sometimes.

Tommy

*Tommy is drawn to extremes, so naturally, when he regresses, it's by no half-measure.

*He goes incredibly young, into baby/toddler territory

*He spends most of his time curled in bed, pretending it's a crib, fussing and babbling

*Prefers to stay in just an oversized night shirt, no "big boy" clothes

*No solid foods, only milk bottles (or, preferably, milk straight from the breast, but that's not always an option)

*While he has a few toy cars and wooden horses that he sometimes plays with, he'd much rather be cuddling with Mama.

*Pretty much the only way to get him to do something other than whine and cuddle is to take him to go see the horses. He *loves* the horses.

*Desperately wants to be picked up and carried. However, he's a rather densely built man for his smaller stature, and the only one strong enough to carry him is Alfie, who he absolutely does not trust enough to regress around.

Jackson

*More of a middle than a little, he regresses to being a bratty teen boy.

*World's most frustrating little shit

*Prefers top spend his time either looking at porn or doing Jackass-style stunts

*Most often uttered phrases are "You're not my real mom" and "you can't tell me what to do"

*Remember those terrible graphic tees from the 90s/00s with crude sexual innuendos like "Liquor in the front, poker in the back"? Yup, closet full of those.

*Lowkey gross. Cheeto dust stains on his couch. Jizz stains on his bed. Cheeto dust stains on his dick.

*Wants to show his stepmom just what a big boy he is when she tells him he's not too old for a spanking.

*Probably gonna set something on fire

Jonathan

*The only one who doesn't regress

*He has little to no need to revisit childhood. He spent most of his own just kinda waiting to be an adult and go off on his own.

*If you even suggested regression to him he would roll his eyes and treat you like you're stupid

*Although that's kind of what he does at everything, anyway

*Kind of his default state

Robert

*Here we are. King of being little.

*Old enough to walk and talk, but still needs Mommy and Daddy's help for most things. So like, preschool/kindergarten aged?

*Loves, loves, loves baby onesies. Has them in all sorts of prints and colors.

*Can be a little bratty, but not so much out of true defiance, but because he needs to know that he can't push you away by acting out. All he really wants is reassurance.

*Needy little guy just wants to know that he's loved. Kiss his booboos better and tell him he's a good boy.

*Wants to do just about everything he didn't get to do as an actual kid. Board games? Arts and crafts? Cuddling and watching cartoons? Yes, please.

*Will wet himself occasionally. Says it's an accident and it won't happen again, but secretly likes the feeling of security that comes with being cleaned off and put in a diaper.

*Known to throw tantrums from time to time. Once agin, needs structure, boundaries, and reassurance.

*Will cry if you tell him it's time for him to be a big boy again.

Neil

*Tends to regress to older childhood, like 9-12 years old. Skateboarding, video games, Ninja Turtles kinda vibe.

*"I told my mom that I don't need a babysitter but since you're here can we get pizza?"

*The most active (and hyperactive) of anyone here. Loves playing tag or anything else where he gets to run around. Basically has the zoomies.

*Will straight up forget he's in his 30s and injure himself climbing a tree and falling out.

*Largely dresses the same as he does in his daily life. He sort of never stopped dressing like he's in middle school.

*Super talkative. Will tell you every joke and fun fact he's ever learned. Wants to tell you everything about his day, even if you were right there with him.

*Lots of "hey, watch this!" and "look what I can do!" (most pathetic cartwheel you've ever seen in your life)

*Absolutely refuses to acknowledge bedtime

Kitten

*Doesn't really regress to a specific age, is just sort of generally "little"

*Wants to do everything that she was told she shouldn't do when she was a kid because it was "for girls." Lots of dolls, tea parties, and stuffed animals.

*Her favorite thing, though, is playing dress up. ESPECIALLY if it's princess-related.

*Will not tolerate being told "no." While she's unlikely to throw a tantrum, she will pout and beg until she's worn you down.

*Doesn't understand why she can't have cake for dinner.

*Has roped Charlie into being "Mommy" so many times.

*If you give her crayons or markers, make sure they're the washable kind. She will draw on everything she can, to make it "pretty"

*Loves giving "makeovers," too. Not only to you and her dolls, but even to random objects. One time, you found a smily face with big blush cheeks and eyelashes drawn on the toaster in lipstick.

*Will only go to bed if you tuck her in and tell her a story. And yes, it has to be about princesses.

[vervainandspritz]

HEADCANONS - what would he do to get you in the mood?

Characters: Lenny Miller, Jonathan Crane, Robert Fischer, Jackson Rippner, Raymond Leon, Emmett (TQPII), Tommy Shelby,

A/N: Requested by @lau219 ,y'all feel free to send requests.

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Lenny Miller - Leonard is an experienced man, he knows how to get his way around Y/N. Pretty frequently on his way home, he would already have a rough plan on the evening ahead of them. Sometimes grabbing a bouquet of flowers in the nearby florist shop or a bottle of wine. After coming home, Lenny impatiently would find her around the house, searching for any physical contact he could get. "Did you miss me like I missed you?" He'd ask her in that velvety voice, thumbs rubbing up and down on the little crevice of her hips, almost teasing. Sometimes they end up sitting on the couch, Y/N's feet on his lap as she told him all about her day, while Leonard listened and gave her a massage, hands barely visibly moving higher with each stroke. "Poor girl" He liked to tease, closing the proximity once his pants became too tight in a crotch from the simple touches. "Left you all alone here" From that point, he didn't play coy. Knowing all the right spots to touch, he effortlessly kept making her go soft, almost putty in his hands.

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Jonathan Crane - Jonathan's methods differed depending on the mood he was in. Sometimes days in Arkham were more difficult than the others, and so his patience ran thin. He'd come back home abruptly, peeling the layers of clothing away. The way he'd press his bare, hot chest against Y/N's back, searching closeness he could get only from her. "Was it a bad day?" She would ask, turning around to face him. Sometimes it would all start from the touch as innocent as holding hands, when he'd direct her hand to his cheek, steely blue eyes carefully studying her body covered in the clothes she was wearing. Pulling her closer till their fronts would connect, and she'd feel the proof of his urgency. His own hands landing on her back, massaging the skin and pulling her against his chest while simultaneously hiding his face in her neck. The way she'd feel him so intensely slightly trembling, connected with shivering delightfully from how his hot breath bounced off her skin could come off as symptoms of fear to a mind so great in his very major.

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Robert Fischer - Robert's favourite way of showing affection would come on display as soon as he made it through the door. He thoroughly enjoyed the ability Y/N taught him - talking. Using words of affection was one of the greatest joys for both of them, after all the time it took for him to get used to doing so. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Missed you so much" He spoke softly into her ear, the vulnerable tone of his voice showing nothing but honesty. Y/N immediately mirrored his mood most of the time, growing warm in his embrace. In a couple swift movements he'd gain access to her skin, caressing it delicately while simultaneously holding her gaze. "I need you" he'd confess quietly, leaning to capture her lips in a kiss so needy, Y/N could barely breathe.

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Jackson Rippner - Jackson was anything but patient when this urge would hit. It wouldn't matter whether she was busy or not, his hot hands would grasp her hips, often pressing her against something to gain control. Leaning down to graze his nose against the sensitive skin of her neck, taking in the scent that never failed to make him hard. "Jackson, I'm busy" Y/N would sometimes manage to stutter out, feeling the heavy weight of his body against her back. A quiet chuckle would push past his lips, as he pressed harder. "What can possibly be more important than taking care of your man?" His voice would come off arrogant, often purposely. Knowing how well it worked on working her up. His roughed up hands would move higher, barely brushing against her breasts to come resting on her throat, not squeezing just yet. "Feel what you do to me, sweetheart?" He'd growl, nearly on the edge of just... Bending her over the desk and taking what he wanted. Giving her throat a little squeeze, he'd quickly reach between her legs, getting a hold of her. Jackson's lips would stretch into an arrogant grin as he'd feel the wetness beneath her panties. Lightly rubbing against her covered slit, he'd lean closer to whisper. "So wet and needy. I'll give you what you need, but you owe me one, hmm?"

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Raymond Leon - Raymond wasn't one to ask, not to.. talk too much. He liked to use the advantage of how easily bothered Y/N would get seeing him like that. "What are you doing?" he'd ask like it mattered, leaning on the counter, crossing his arms over his bare chest. His scent and warmth would be enough to make her notice the close proximity, causing Y/N to squeeze her thighs together lightly. Not going unnoticed under his watchful gaze, as he'd keep looking at her, knowing well she could feel him watching. Brushing his arm lightly against hers, he'd move around pretending to be busy before finally having her cornered. She'd be breathing heavily, eyes taking greedily the sight of his bare, freckles skin and muscles on his torso. Sooner or later his hands would end up on her face, pulling her closer. Their noses brushing against each other as he'd smile, looking deeply into her eyes. "What got you so bothered, honey?" Raymond would ask, because even though he hated talking, he secretly loved hearing her talk.

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Emmett - His favourite thing to get Y/N in the mood would always be kissing. He'd lean in for a kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around her middle to keep her in place. The deep groans leaving his lips would echo in her stomach, making the heat pool to the lower side of it. "So beautiful" He'd murmur in a deep voice, keeping her lips occupied with his own while slowly touching and grasping every inch of her skin he could get to. "Emmett–" Y/N's whiny voice would never cease to make him lightheaded as he moved lower, kissing a trail they both knew by heart already. "Keep saying it, baby. Keep saying my name" His voice was rougher with lust as he kept her legs apart, kissing her stomach and hips. She had a hard time staying still, squirming needily in his grasp. "Come here.." He cooed, looking her in the eyes as his face moved closer to where she needed him the most. "Let me take care of you" Emmett whispered, as his face leaned down, diving between her legs.

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Tommy Shelby - Thomas loved the control he secretly held over Y/N when it comes to her needs. Being so fluent in directing them with his touch or affection. The way she'd move around, doing her own thing while pretending to not feel how he looked at her. "Come here, darling" He'd eventually call out, patting his thigh. He'd use the close proximity to look her in the eyes, encouraging to talk about her whereabouts when he was at work, while petting her thighs lightly. He touched and felt, eyes following the tender lines of her body beneath the clothes she wore. He'd proceed to touch caress her cheeks, pulling her closer as he murmured how beautiful she was. Y/N could never remain unaffected under his rough fingers and soft words, leaning into his touch with a sigh. "You're my good girl, aren't you? Always so good for me." He purred, feeling how fast her heartbeat became under the weight of his seductive words. He'd gently rub her inner thighs, before parting her legs and letting his hands claim what was his Swallowing every cry that would come out of her mouth not longer after, as she writhed on his lap in orgasmic spasms.

[slut4thebroken]

mouth cockwarming hcs

Idk I had an idea lol but I couldn’t figure out which character to use so I just decided to do this instead

Bucky Barnes

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Spencer Reid

Cillian Murphy, Emmett, Jackson Rippner, Jonathan Crane, Lenny Miller, Neil Lewis, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tommy Shelby

(Warnings: daddy kink for a few of them (no incest), a little bit of age play ig?, ionno lol)

Bucky Barnes - He’s no virgin, obviously, but cockwarming in your mouth? That was definitely a new one. It’s not his favorite, but he likes seeing you so relaxed and calm. It reminds him that he’s capable of being gentle with someone so delicate. Plus it’s not too hard— he’s had decades to practice restraint, so he can handle sitting still under you while you nap with his cock in your mouth.

Dick Grayson - Honestly, he gets it— he has an oral fixation too lol, but he usually eats pussy instead. Dick prides himself on being a gentleman though so he’s had plenty of practice putting up with a boner for the sake of not ruining an innocent moment with a girl… Usually he just reads a book or watches a movie to try and not focus on the fact that his cock is literally in your mouth.

Jason Todd - He thinks it’s cute. You’re already so tiny compared to him, but when you use his dick as a pacifier? You just look so fucking adorable. If you’re ever in a situation where you can’t cockwarm him with your mouth, usually you’ll settle for suckling his fingers or his thumb— but you don’t like it as much because the calluses on his hands are too rough compared to his smooth, (sometimes) squishy cock.

Spencer Reid - He gets a little antsy to be honest, but if he has a book or some paperwork to go over, he can usually sit still long enough for you to get your fill. He knows exactly why people find comfort in this sort of thing, and he knows exactly why you specifically find comfort in it. So he doesn’t judge or think it’s weird. He likes being the one that you go to for this comfort.

Cillian Murphy - He finds it a little odd, but as long as you’re happy, he’s happy. Plus he likes how paternal and protective he feels when you’re laying on his stomach suckling on the head of his cock while he pets your hair. It’s usually enough to get you to fall asleep too. He thinks it’s cute hearing your soft snores as you drool a little bit around his cock.

Emmett - Makes his daddy kink go wild tbh. His little girl using his dick as a pacifier? Yeah. Half the time, he can control himself. But sometimes (usually after at least 20 minutes so you can have enough time to enjoy yourself) he’ll gently push on your head, urging you to start sucking more. You whine, but end up doing it anyway just to please him.

Jackson Rippner - Doesn’t like it at all. If you do it right after he fucks your face and shoots his load down your throat then he can usually put up with it for a little bit. But other than that, he doesn’t have the patience for it. Sometimes when you’re napping and he sees you sucking on your thumb instead, he feels a tiny bit of guilt very, very deep down... But not enough to get him to change his mind lol.

Jonathan Crane - He thinks it’s weird as fuck. Honestly he wants to delve deeper into whatever thing from your childhood gave you an oral fixation, but he resists (for now at least). He’s usually pretty good about not turning it sexual, unless he’s particularly frustrated or stressed from work or his… extracurricular activities.

Lenny Miller - He doesn’t really mind. Honestly, he finds it a little relaxing too. He likes coming home after a long, stressful day at work and just laying with his little girl, petting your hair while his dick rests in your mouth, feeling you suckle on the tip while you hug him tightly until you both fall asleep.

Neil Lewis - He’ll try it because you want it so badly, but after less than ten minutes of his cock resting in your mouth, he’s already hard and leaking. He ends up whining and squirming, trying to get you to suck his cock properly until you eventually just give in and blow him. If you do it right after an orgasm, he can usually last longer, but if not, you have ten minutes tops before he gets too needy.

Raymond Leon - He feels the same was about this as he does about most ‘relaxing’ things: it’s a waste of time. So he often tries to work while you’re falling asleep. You’ll lay between his legs with your head resting on his hip, his cock sitting in your mouth, and he only complains if he doesn’t have enough space to use his laptop/tablet.

Robert Fischer - He understands… When he’s feeling subby, he’ll sometimes do that on your nipple. So even when he’s getting hard, he’ll try to ignore it and let you enjoy this for as long as he can handle it. He just reminds himself over and over again that you always let him nurse on your tits for however long he wants, so you deserve to nurse on his cock every once in a while too.

Tommy Shelby - He’s a master of self control honestly so he doesn’t mind it. Sometimes you’ll both lay down for a nap and you’ll suck on the head of his cock until you fall asleep, sometimes he sits up in bed and reads or does some work. Either way, he doesn’t really mind it. Plus you always seem extra inclined to reward him for his patience when you wake up from a nap with it still in your mouth.

[finzphoenix]

/throws random headcanon in you/ Arkhamverse Scriddler got matching rings (as in marriage), because they act like old married couple. Now have a great day/night :з

Spitting straight facts! >;3 I betchu that thanks to his fear-toxin-high-24/7 giggling maniac of a wife, Ed would just be in this constant state of "I'm gonna strangle him/I'm gonna kiss him", and I'm here for it.

[scleracentipede]

thought I’d share my reference sheets for the different alters in our Scarecrows’ system since y’all have been digging it

(If you see spelling mistakes, no you don’t.)

[scarecrowismybabygirl]

I’m sure Jonathan Crane would appreciate Cocteau Twin’s music simply because he’s a man of taste.

[cyanide-and-roses]

Could you write about yan Jonathan Crane where a while after he kidnaps reader they kinda just give him a hug out of nowhere due to just needing some human interaction after so long? I need to hug this weird old man fr fr

Stockholm Syndrome

Thanks for the request! I had fun writing this one, even if it is a bit lonely. (CW: Kidnapping, manipulation, isolation, unhealthy relationships)

Jonathan was busy with work again... for somebody who kidnapped you because of his strange obsession with you, it's odd that he leaves you on your own for most of the day.

You sit down on an armchair in the living room, your gaze fixed on the large bookshelf across from you. It's become your new hobby, of sorts. Seeing which books you've read before, or maybe have heard about. Of course, after doing it so many times, it's become boring, but there's not much else to do. Jonathan has asked you don't go through his things, and you don't want to upset him.

It's odd... at first you were terrified of him. Who wouldn't be scared of their kidnapper? But after a while, after having nobody to talk to besides Mr. Crane... it made you look forward to talking to him. It made you look forward to his affection.

You hear the door open, and you perk up immediately. It's like a Pavlovian response. You hear the door open and you instantly feel happier knowing that Jonathan will finally be able to spend some time with you.

You get up, making your way to the front door to greet him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

"You're home!" You beam, barely able to contain the joy and relief you felt.

Jonathan pauses for a moment before chuckling and returning your embrace.

"My my, I surely didn't expect this. Were you that lonely while I was gone?"

You pull away, that smile still plastered on your face.

"Seriously lonely. So, how was your day? Can I talk to you while you make dinner?"

"Slow down, (Y/N). You're talking a mile a minute. I'll make some tea, then we can talk about my day. I need some caffeine."

Your smile falls a little, but you nod, watching him as he makes his way to the kitchen. You follow like a clingy dog following its owner.

Jonathan takes note of your behavior, watching you as he readied the kettle.

"... You're adorable, (Y/N). Just a month ago, you avoided me like the plague every time I tried to talk to you."

"Well, what can I say? I don't fear you anymore."

"Don't fear me, or are you just that starved of attention?"

He lets the question linger, as he finishes making you both tea.

"Come now, (Y/N). I've decided I'll indulge you by spending the rest of the afternoon with you. Would you like to watch some television? It's been a while since you've had any form of entertainment."

"I thought you didn't want me to touch your stuff, even when you were home."

"I admit, I think I may have been too strict with you. You've proven yourself to be trustworthy enough to not try to run away, so I think you've earned it. Although, I am tempted to keep you bored and lonely without me if it means you'll continue to be so adorably clingy."

"... is it alright if we can cuddle while we watch TV?" You ask, much to Jonathan's amusement.