Okay but hear me out- the batkids as actual Vampires. Not bruce, just the kids, and bruce providing for them. Because he just has the tastiest blood.
Little Dick toddling over to Bruce, tears in his eyes because he ate his bloody dinner too fast and hes still hungry and Bruce just sighing and sticking out his hand and Dick lights up and they watch a movie while dick is happily gnawing on Bruce’s thumb and sucking his blood. Big Dick complains very loudly about how hungry he is and Bruce will glower at him before finally giving in and throwing an arm around his eldests shoulders and Dick pecks his cheek with a sweet “thank you dad.” before sinking his teeth into Bruce’s arm.
Little Jason would very politely come over and tug on his hand and Bruce would pick him up and let him bite his hand and drink, but Big Jason just pounces on Bruce from behind and sinks his teeth into Bruces shoulder/neck for blood.
Little Tim slipping five dollar bills into Bruce’s hand just before chomping his thigh and Big Tim very casually stabbing a needle into Bruce’s leg, extracting blood and then putting it into his coffee and walking away. Sometimes, if he’s feeling nostalgic, he will curl up with his head on bruce’s lap and actually bite him for blood, for pure blood, but he likes his coffee bruce blood blend better
Little Cass never once asked bruce for blood because she was scared, but Bruce would just scoop her into his arms and offer her his already cut open shoulder until she was comfortable enough scaling him like a tree and drinking from his shoulder. Big Cass still doesn't ask for blood, she just lands on his shoulders and bites his bicep.
Little Steph was a little vampire gremlin and any time she saw Bruce without clothes (since his children feed off of him Bruce wears very little, just a tank top and shorts and makes sure to shave as much as possible to provide ample biting space, but as Batman he still wears his full suit just easy to slip off certain parts so his kids can feed easily) she would suction onto him like a little affectionate leech and dig her little teeth into his back. Big Steph also likes his back and has much the same habits as little steph did.
Little Babs wasn't too keen on blood, but sometimes Bruce would offer her his forearm while she was working and she would work and eat. Big Babs has no qualms about taking his blood, but has few chances, so he stops by her Oracle hideout sometimes and just holds out his arm for her to drink
Little Damian thought drinking blood from a human was beneath him. Until he saw Cass doing it and wanted to follow her footsteps, but he cant climb bruce as well as her, so he just sank his teeth into Bruce’s calf. Big Damian will wait until Bruce sits or lays down and props his feet up and will then enjoy his calf blood.
Bruce Wayne who is covered, littered in bite scars of varying sizes, who was once knocked over by his three eldest sons because they had been on a mission away from him for a week and were hungry and before they even said hello just sank their teeth into his neck, hand and thigh. Bruce Wayne who’s majority of scars come from his children, not villains and who willingly offers up his neck to any one of his children if they seem hungry.
Bruce Wayne who, as Batman, will peel his protective bat suit arm off because Dick was hungry on a stake out.
Bruce Wayne who is not a vampire but his children all are and he’ll be damned if he deprives them their nutrients.
(selina kyle who is also a vampire and also gets her blood from bruce but from his-)
and what else did you expect him to do? he was in front of three other people, and his girlfriend was literally on a table choking to death right before their eyes. he had to do SOMETHING.
like imagine you’re in a high stakes situation and the pressure is through the roof, plus your very best friend is pushing you EVEN MORE, so you have to despite being unsure of everything you’re saying. like, el was dying. mike not have actually done anything to aid the situation, but bro tried, even if he was lying through his teeth.
like, what did y’all expect homie to do? just throw his hands in the air like, “I DUNNO MAN I CAN’T TRY AND HELP HER I DONT LOVE HER-”
LMAO NO! he couldn’t be honest in that situation because it would have either outed him or made him into a villain. no inbetween.
Harley Quinn! or Arkham Knight! Scarecrow and soft dominant! female or gender neutral reader, please?
I think anyone had any thoughts about "using" the noose around the neck of John's suit to strangle him a bit, right? Well, the reader can do not only that, but also ride John. I also consider the fact that he would allow someone like that as a sign of a strong enough trust.
A/N: hnng–anon when I tell you this request FUCKED me up I sincerely mean it. Like holy shit, AAHHH. I decided to take a dive off into the deep end and went with Arkhamverse Scarecrow. This is my first time writing for him solo and it’s smut on top of that! Let’s go lads! Also sorry not sorry for the title I couldn't resist, let me be corny damnit
Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content, cowgirl position, piv intercourse, choking/gagging, idk if this counts but Scarecrow refers to you as a pet and you call him professor so…name play? Not quite roleplay though…and strong language.
Word Count: 1.5 k
Arkhamverse Scarecrow x F!Reader - Save a Horse, Ride a Scarecrow
Adrenaline, mixed with lust and spiced with a smidgen of anxiety laced your veins and sent your nerves aflame.
You've heard that the Scarecrow was void of all fear…some rumored him to be void of all emotion.
Oh, you doubted that. You wanted to test that rumor and lay it to rest even just for your own morbid curiosity…much like the curiosity of a certain ex-Professor.
You knew the main reason Jon even kept you around was because you are different.
You are resilient, resourceful…but also careless and impulsive. A perfect test subject one might say. Fear is something that can be faced either head on or with some form of tact but the results always vary.
To say you are intriguing…almost amusing was a surprise. You stood the test of time, often being the constant in most of his tirades against the city.
You always rose to the occasion, so he decided to "keep you close" so to speak. He even slowly began revealing his inner most thoughts in miniscule moments of vulnerability you thought had long vanished from the stoic man.
Now all you can think about is getting closer to the professor. For all his brilliance and determination…you wanted to break him down like he tried so many others. Like he has tried to do to you.
Perhaps not by fear, but something more pleasurable.
"Professor…" You purred into his ear from behind.
He glances at you over his shoulder. Emotionless for now. "Hmm…what is it, pet?"
"May I be so selfish to ask for your attention…for a moment?"
Crane blinked, slightly annoyed to stop his task, but intrigued by your motives.
He turned around on his dilapidated office chair almost perfectly for your upcoming assault.
Crane didn't have a chance to question you as you straddled his lap, he immediately grabbed your waist out of instinct.
The sharp intake of breath from Crane made you grin to the side.
"What's the meaning of thi-"
You shushed him. “Relax, Professor…you can do that for me? At the very least?”
Before Jonathan could make a retort, you teasingly grinded on his groin causing him to groan instead. To further ensure he didn’t argue your hypothesis, you crashed your lips onto his.
You kissed, licked, and nibbled the mangled bits of his lips, you reveled in how he finally gave into his own desires of human contact which he couldn’t deny any longer, especially in your presence.
You pulled back slightly, glancing at him, eyes scanning from his face down. Studying him if you will.
You leaned your weight over to lean on the thigh of his good leg as opposed to the one still in a brace. You scooted back for a moment to unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees.
Not once did he argue or make a sly remark, too busy breathing deeply, trying to catch a breath to his growing steady heartbeat.
Maybe…he was just as curious as you were.
"It'll take more than you straddling me to hng-"
Perhaps you spoke too soon.
Without so much as a second thought, you grabbed the knot to the hangman noose that was strewn over his neck. You jerked it, causing it to slightly tighten around his neck; cutting off his remark.
"Of course it will. Such a dignified man as yourself, but we're just getting started…" You tugged the noose to move his head to the side of yours. You whispered the rest in his ear, "...Professor."
You let go of the knot and Crane's upper body fell back into the chair. He growled in agitation but didn't speak any further.
Once his pants and underwear were pulled back a little past his knees. You assumed your previous position back in his lap.
You let a sly smirk appear on your lips, getting high off the delightful view of his arousal for you. He can try and deny it vocally, but he knows more than anyone about the human body’s natural reactions to certain stimulations.
Jonathan’s grunts were muffled as you kissed his lips again, passionately. He tried to keep your tongue from submerging past his lips, but one nip to his lips and you were able to make your tongue at home in the warm cavern of his mouth. Licking and flicking along his tongue and teeth.
Your lips vibrated slightly as Jon groaned into your lips as you teasingly rubbed your lower lips up and down along the head of his cock. Slowly sliding his cock into you.
You despise how easy his noises make you even more drenched than you started. Especially when he groans at just even the fraction of pressure you give his dick or the delicious growl he lets out when you finally sheath yourself fully and completely on him.
Oh God, it’s been too damn long since you’ve gotten any.
You slowly peeled your lips away from his and began marking out kisses and bites all over his skin. Small pants began puffing onto your shoulder as you slowly began building up the pace. The very tip of him nearly hitting your cervix, each time you thrusted fully to the hilt.
“P-Professor…mmm…fuck…”
Jon responds with more grunts and moans as his gloved fingers tighten around your bare waist. No doubt leaving some bruises of his own on your skin.
You continued your bouncing on his hips, getting high of the friction and tension slowly welling up in your stomach. You could tell Jonathan was also enjoying himself, as his head occasionally leaned back, giving your hungry lips more access to other parts of his neck.
The whines of the rusted beaten old chair, pants, moans, the squelching of your juices every time you connected to Jon; resulted in a cacophony of passion that filled the entire room.
You began thrusting faster and faster on his lap, slowly dangling over the edge of ecstasy that you so craved and that you wanted Jonathan to experience. To prove he wasn’t void of all emotion, especially not one was prevalent as fear like pleasure.
“Pro-Prof-…Jonathan…” You whined as your body began locked in rhythm of thrusting almost all the way out and then thrusting yourself fully back into him. No longer able to keep up with his title.
Jonathan groans, lolling his head back once more. “You’re doing very well, pet…”
It was too late for you to take back the pathetic swoon you let out at his praise. Jonathan lifted his hand up to his chest and grabbed the piece of rope dangling from his noose.
You looked down, slowing your movements to see what he was doing–only for him to swiftly thrust up into you, almost knocking the air out of you.
“Don’t–Don’t stop…mmm…use…use it–” He groaned, holding out the rope to you.
Oh, so the Professor was kinky, you had always suspected it but could never pin down which kinks.
Absolutely elated by the revelation, you snatched the noose and made quick work of building the pace you set earlier.
You gasped every time he decided to match your thrusts with his own, you could feel him hitting your cervix each time and it made you gasp out. You felt like you were being split into two in the most delicious way possible.
Not forgetting your newfound permission, as your thrusts quickened, your walls tightened around his cock like a vice. Every time he gasped as your pussy choked him, you also tightened the noose around his neck. Further robbing his breath away.
“Agh-hnng..” Jon choked out, but you felt his cock get stiffer inside you.
Between the rope, the friction, his sounds; you were close to your breaking point.
Your nerves were on fire, that prickling sensation of your muscles slowly going to sleep from the straddle position you have put them in for too long. You didn’t care, they were going to be revigorated in a minute.
You planted yourself still on his cock as the rest of your limbs erupted into shakes and shivers. Your walls gripped him like a leech to flesh, sucking him, choking him…much like his upper half.
You heard a few more gurgled groans as you tightened the noose around his neck one last time and stronger than before.
Between your suffocating climax and the tingling sensation in his brain as his oxygen was reduced. Crane quickly joined you in the afterglow.
By the end, you were both panting for breath as you rested your head into his shoulder. You let go of the noose and let your arms fall to your side.
“Eek–Jonathan! Ow!”
He pinched the skin of your buttocks. “That’s for calling me Jonathan…you know your place…pet.” He chuckled.
You rolled your eyes. “Are you so sure…Professor…cause from where I am…” You straightened up and leaned back on your haunches, still in his lap. “You’re the pet…”
Jonathan scoffed. “Don’t get cocky…pet. I let you…take control. Listen closely…I let you.”
You nodded. “I know…and…thank you…for letting me.”
“Good girl…” He growled.
You slowly got up from his lap. You worried that you would get wrapped up in a round two more sooner than you were prepared for after calling you that. You collected your bottoms and Jonathan made work pulling his underwear and pants back up.
“May I ask what…motivated such an act?” Jon perked up.
You giggled at the thought now, realizing how ridiculous it all was. “Just a little experiment of my own, Professor. And the results more than satisfactory…”
